here we go, i don't own diddly, and this story is for fun. It takes place before the story arch, but the team is already in Central. lets see how it goes, shall we?

Roy Mustang, flame alchemist extraordinaire and youngest ever to have risen through the ranks as Colonel, was having a bad day.

'No' he thought to himself mornfully, 'that would be a greivous understatement. I am having a very bad day.'

The Colonel exhaled heavily through his nose and slumped lazily over his desk. Tilting his head up slightly, he glared at the clock that hung on the far wall of the office that he and his subordinates inhabited during work hours. The time piece read ten o' clock in the morning and once again Mustang sighed, expelling breath from his nostrils and earning him some amused looks, directed from two of his men Jean Havoc and Heymans Breda.

"How could the day be so bad and it still be so early?" he asked no one in particular; it came as no suprise when he received no response aside from the muffled snicker sounding from Havocs desk. Thinking back over the morning's events, Mustang considered what it was that had made his day so foul…

'Well, there was last night' said a reasonable voice in his head.

Visibly wincing, Mustang had decided that getting into a drinking contest on a Sunday night was already a bad idea, especially when you had an early work day the following morning; getting into a drinking contest with Breda however… not one of Mustangs more solid plans.

Once again, the colonel raised his head from his desk, this time to shoot a bleary glare towards his strategic specialist. The built redhead was not even suffering! It was inhuman that a single man, no matter the size, could hold that much liquor that well and not seem to feel it in the morning.

Sensing his officers eyes on him, Breda looked up from his desk work and gave Mustang a cheery wave and a smile. "How are ya holding up boss?" he asked nonchalantly. Mustang eyes darkend in annoyance, growling some indistinguishable curse words he once again rested his throbbing head back on to his desk.

Returning to his mental account of his day so far, Roy thought of how he had woken up with a pounding headache; it would seem as though the after effects of his night out were hopeing to cling to his brain for as long as possible. Then of course he had been unable to find his officers uniform, which turned out to be buried under a mass amount of laundry that he had meant to complete over the weekend but had neglected to take care of. While searching for said uniform, he had no time to prepare breakfast or his habitual cup of coffee and, as his luck would have it, the weather was horrible; Rain had claimed the sky.

Even when he had arrived at Central HQ, things had continued to go downhill. He had been called into a meeting with his superiors instantly upon his arrival to discuss a report received from Briggs that Drachman spies had possibly crossed the Amestris border. As if that was not bad enough news, once he had finally managed to get to his office Havoc had already consumed the last of the coffee that usually brewed in the office and had forgotten to start a new pot, the phone lines were down on his half of the building due to a technical disaster that had apparently happened at a military outpost several miles outside of Central, and he had received a telegram stating that the Fullmetal alchemist would be returning to Central sooner then anticipated.

At that last thought, Mustang cringed. It wasn't that he really disliked Fullmetal, in fact, he was pretty attached to the kid. No, it was just that he was in no mood to deal with a disobedient shrimp that had severe anger issues and was always on the lookout for a fight.

The more he thought about it, he had to give the kid credit; He was just as good at taking a blow as he was at giving one; it was pretty entertaining, especially when he got really riled up. Roy suddenly came to the realization that as much as he hated to admit it, having Edward visit might not be such a bad thing… at the very least it would distract him from his own misery.

While immersed in his thoughts, the door to the office swung open and in walked two more of Mustang's subordinates, Warrant Officer Vato Falman and Roy's First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Both officers were carrying thick folders of paperwork that needed completing. Falman, who held the majority of the two piles divided his mass into four even stacks and promptly dumped a quarter of the load onto his own desk, followed by Havoc's and then Breda's.

Ignoring the protests and groans from the two men, Vato continued to the last desk in the room which was currently unoccupied; Setting down the last of the files, the warrant officer looked around the office and asked in mild interest "Where is Sergeant Major Fuery?"

"The boss sent him out to fix the telephone system," Havoc responded while shuffling through the mass of paperwork he had just received, "the whole communications grid is down on our wing, he'll be back to meet up with us for lunch in the mess hall though."

"If he's smart, he'll ditch once he is done," put in Breda.

Hawkeye, who had divided her pile of files in half and had deposited the larger of the two stacks onto Mustangs desk (much to the annoyance of the Colonal), shot a quick glare at the portly man.

"Unlike you Heymans," she stated, "Kain does not shirk his work at the first available moment."

"yeah, that's why I said if he was smart", Breda responded under his breath.

Roy cleared his throat and the banter ceased,

"Well, since you are al here, I may as well tell you; Fullmetal and his brother are going to be coming back to Central early."

Riza frowned, "How early sir? Did something happen to them?"

"no Lieutenant," he responded, "they simply did their inspection and finished on time, for once… they will be here sometime this afternoon. Once they arrive and report in, and Sergeant Major Fuery returns, I expect you all to be present so I can debrief you meeting I had today regarding an infiltration from Drachma."

At this, all the members of Mustangs office exchanged significant glances; Havoc was the first to speak up.

"An infiltration from Drachma? When did we get wind of this?"

"well, I suppose I will just tell you once Fullmetal and Fuery get here, wont I?" Roy snapped, his memories of his bad morning resurfacing, as well as his annoyance toward his second lieutenant for having taken the remainder of the Coffee.

It was then that Hawkeye intervened, "All right sir, we are all very interested in what you have to tell us, in the meantime, why don't we all get started on the work we have in front of us. Jean, go make some more coffee."

The tall second lieutenant began to protest, but spotted the hard look that was being directed his way. Grumbling under his breath, he stood and stretched his arms above his head, released a large yawn then shambled over to the small table in the back corner of the office where the coffee pot sat.

Mustang smiled, amused at Havocs annoyance and pleased that his first Lieutenant knew him so well; Hawkeye caught his eye and sighed,

"Really sir, you shouldn't let such petty things affect your mood so much."

Thinking over Fullmetal's impending arrival and still smirking over Havocs attitude, Roy decided that it might not be such a bad day after all.

so there you have it; Chapter one of AtKM, let me know what you think... plot is bound to develop soon. promise.