Havoc walked down the main corridor of Central HeadQuarters, looking for something to do. It was quiet...too quiet. He walked over to the Colonel's corridor to find Breda and Fuery already standing by the closed door.
"What's going on, - "
"Shhh!" Breda interrupted his friend.
"Ed and the Colonel are up to something...." Fuery whispered. They all listened.
"Damn it, Full Metal! Faster!" Roy's voice boomed.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" Ed snarled back.
"I said faster!" Roy barked.
"My hand hurts," Ed whined.
Havoc's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Breda gagged. Fuery blushed.
"Full Metal, I said g--"
"Go to hell, Mustang! I'm doing all the work; I'll go at my own damned pace," Ed's voice was dangerously low.
"But - "
"Or should I got get someone and tell them what you've been making me do all day?" Ed's voice echoed throughout the room.
"NO! You know how much trouble I would get in, don't you?!" Roy's voice sounded panicked.
"Then shut up and let me do this at my pace," Ed snarled.
"But you're going too slow," Roy complained.
"Then do it yourself! I'm leaving!" Ed yelled.
"No, Ed, wait, I - "
Ed wrenched the office door open and walked out, ignoring the three sputtering men. He stormed off, scowling, and muttering something about how the Colonel should "take that pen and shove it up his - "
The trio looked inside to see the Colonel sitting on the couch with a stack of half-finished paperwork, glaring at it.
Havoc and Fuery saw the paperwork and realized that Mustang had been forcing Ed to do his work. Breda did not realize this though. The Colonel's face lit up when he spotted the trio.
"Ah, hello. How are my three most loyal, most favorite subordinates? I have a bit of a favor to ask of you, and - "
"NOOO!" Breda screamed, running away, yelling something about "molestation".
Roy raised an eyebrow at the two remaining men, who looked at each other, laughing nervously.
"No idea," Havoc said immediately.
"Dunno what's gotten into him, sir," Fuery piped up, adjusting his glasses.
The pair flew out of the room, leaving one confused Colonel behind with a crapload of paperwork to sign.