"Very well, sir, your dismissed" said Hawkeye briskly as she busied her self with the papers on her desk..

"wa- me? I am dismissed?? ME? Are we forgetting who's in charge here Hawkeye? First you take away my gloves for 'the safety of the office and everyone within' and then you have the gall to override rank, like, like, like, Ed! Like Edward Elric! The bane of my very existence! Do you really want to go that low Hawkeye?!" Roy shoved his shoulders out and snatched at his pocket watch, scowling, and fingers twitching madly without their gloves –witch Hawkeye had taken-.

"No, sir, we both know whose in charge. You were being a fire hazarded; and I only take them when major Elric's in the office! And I wouldn't say he is the bane of your existence sir, its not nice to say such things about someone you care so much about. And he can't help it if he is so low to the ground sir!"

"That because he is more feisty then, gets all hot and bothered and has to let of some…fumes, or if Edwards still there by that stage he lets of his steam in a different way of course…" havoc murmured to Breda from their very squashed hiding place under Havocs desk and away from the eyes of the trigger happy Lt and the snap happy colonel.

Breda choked on a laugh, as well as the beagle he was stuffing down his throat so fast it was practically inhaled.

"Well that's better then, you are dismissed Lt"

"er, boss I think she was hinting at her being in charge" havoc

"noncence havoc, hawkeye knows well enough when she has been put back in rank."

But all the same, Havocs ciggaret turns to ash.

Though that might have had something to do with the bullet that came skimming through the door to imbed itself in the plasterwork beside Mustangs head after the words left his lips.