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p style="max-height: 999999px;"strongThis fic is under major reconstruction! That means I am redoing all of it! Above the chapters, I will put whether or not it is redone or not, for your kind knowledge./strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"strongDisclaimer: yada yada yada I don't own it blah blah blah okay I never have to say it again/strong/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;""Colonel." The stiff voice of one unmistakable Riza Hawkeye calls Roy's attention from the papers sitting on the desk in front of he looks up, the first thing that he notices is that there is a stack of papers held loosely against her left side, neatly tucked away under her arm. Her other hand (and arm) are occupied by her normal salute./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"At the sight of the files, Roy's first instinct is to groan lightly. It's not like he ever really reads through a lot of them if they don't look to be of extreme importance, only skimmed over them and signed off of a bit of it. A bit of a waste of time in his opinion. "Yes Lieutenant?" he asks, more out of formality than anything else, while waving down her salute. No need for the formality to continue when it's just the two of them in the office./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""The Fuhrer needs you to go through these as soon as possible. This is information on a mission that he said was of high priority," Rizza tells him, gently pulling the files from under her arm and placing them on Roy's desk./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Roy snatches the first file from the top of the small pile and skims through the basic overview for the task at hand, paling as some of the emdetails/em of it are given. Is there really no better qualified team for this? Dear god Bradley must hate him or something. "Would you please go get Edward?" he asks, still staring at the words on the paper. "And if you could please lock the door behind you when you leave me with him. I don't need him to create a large scene over this."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Riza, with a small nods, turns to do what is told of her, but is interupted when Edward barges into the office on his own accord. She quickly moves behind the brash alchemist, silently locking the door behind her as she makes her leave. "Hey Colonel Bastard! What're you doin'?" Edward asks with a cocky grin./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Mustang sighs inwardly. This really isn't fair to him. "Please sit down, Fullmetal. You, for once, chose a good time to decide it's your job to uh... emgrace /emus with your presence. I just got in a new job for us, and there are a few things we need to discuss."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Edward visibly stiffens at this. "Yeah? What is it?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""It's an undercover case. You will be playing a key role in it," Mustang says slowly,handing the blond sitting in front of him the file he had just gotten done looking at./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Edward grabs the paper a little rougher than necessary, and makes quick work to start reading over it. As he reaches the bottom, his brows knit close together, and he brings a sharp glare up to Roy before throwing the file on his desk. "Nice try, I'm not falling for that one," he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Can I leave now? Decided I don't want your company after all."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Mustang tries his damn hardest to keep calm at the attitude being given to him when he responds. "The Fuhrer himself is sending sent me this, Edward. It's no joke."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""No joke my ass! Find someone else to do it!" Edward snaps, hardening his look. "I'm not going to dress up a some emgirl /embecause of a shitty mission!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Mustang turns his own gaze cold, matching the malice Edward is throwing at him. "You really think I'm going to be enjoying this myself? Like hell if I want to be a teacher," Roy says. "I can hardly stand your ass at eighteen, let alone a group of younger teenage girls. And, I'd like to remind you, it's your job."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Edward slams fisted hands onto the table harshly while he stands up, and, without saying anything, leaves the room briskly. Roy watches him go before letting his head fall forward onto his desk. This, it seems, will definitely be a mission for the books./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"strong(I haven't written FMA in a... a long time, my guys, so bear with me.)/strong/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"strongThis fic is under major reconstruction! That means I am redoing all of it! Above the chapters, I will put whether or not it is redone or not, for your kind knowledge./strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"strongDisclaimer: yada yada yada I don't own it blah blah blah okay I never have to say it again/strong/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;""Colonel." The stiff voice of one unmistakable Riza Hawkeye calls Roy's attention from the papers sitting on the desk in front of he looks up, the first thing that he notices is that there is a stack of papers held loosely against her left side, neatly tucked away under her arm. Her other hand (and arm) are occupied by her normal salute./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"At the sight of the files, Roy's first instinct is to groan lightly. It's not like he ever really reads through a lot of them if they don't look to be of extreme importance, only skimmed over them and signed off of a bit of it. A bit of a waste of time in his opinion. "Yes Lieutenant?" he asks, more out of formality than anything else, while waving down her salute. No need for the formality to continue when it's just the two of them in the office./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""The Fuhrer needs you to go through these as soon as possible. This is information on a mission that he said was of high priority," Rizza tells him, gently pulling the files from under her arm and placing them on Roy's desk./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Roy snatches the first file from the top of the small pile and skims through the basic overview for the task at hand, paling as some of the emdetails/em of it are given. Is there really no better qualified team for this? Dear god Bradley must hate him or something. "Would you please go get Edward?" he asks, still staring at the words on the paper. "And if you could please lock the door behind you when you leave me with him. I don't need him to create a large scene over this."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Riza, with a small nods, turns to do what is told of her, but is interupted when Edward barges into the office on his own accord. She quickly moves behind the brash alchemist, silently locking the door behind her as she makes her leave. "Hey Colonel Bastard! What're you doin'?" Edward asks with a cocky grin./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Mustang sighs inwardly. This really isn't fair to him. "Please sit down, Fullmetal. You, for once, chose a good time to decide it's your job to uh... emgrace /emus with your presence. I just got in a new job for us, and there are a few things we need to discuss."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Edward visibly stiffens at this. "Yeah? What is it?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""It's an undercover case. You will be playing a key role in it," Mustang says slowly,handing the blond sitting in front of him the file he had just gotten done looking at./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Edward grabs the paper a little rougher than necessary, and makes quick work to start reading over it. As he reaches the bottom, his brows knit close together, and he brings a sharp glare up to Roy before throwing the file on his desk. "Nice try, I'm not falling for that one," he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Can I leave now? Decided I don't want your company after all."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Mustang tries his damn hardest to keep calm at the attitude being given to him when he responds. "The Fuhrer himself is sending sent me this, Edward. It's no joke."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""No joke my ass! Find someone else to do it!" Edward snaps, hardening his look. "I'm not going to dress up a some emgirl /embecause of a shitty mission!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Mustang turns his own gaze cold, matching the malice Edward is throwing at him. "You really think I'm going to be enjoying this myself? Like hell if I want to be a teacher," Roy says. "I can hardly stand your ass at eighteen, let alone a group of younger teenage girls. And, I'd like to remind you, it's your job."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Edward slams fisted hands onto the table harshly while he stands up, and, without saying anything, leaves the room briskly. Roy watches him go before letting his head fall forward onto his desk. This, it seems, will definitely be a mission for the books./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"strong(I haven't written FMA in a... a long time, my guys, so bear with me.)/strong/p
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