The colonel slowly unlocked the door to his office. For once, he had come the earliest. The Furor had sent a note out to all the military officers, one that had caught him completely off guard. "The Military Olympics?" He grumbled, collapsing in his chair to reread the note. With a grumble, Roy burned the paper into a crisp, oblivious to the fact that all higher rank officers had to compete. Soon after, Lieutenant Hawkeye had come in with the daily amount of work.

"What the hell?" Ed asked, staring at the piece of paper that had been given to him on his way to the Bastard Colonel's. "Olympics, do they expect us to jump over hurdles like damn dogs?"

"Heh...But this is a chance to beat that damned colonel!" Ed proclaimed, waving the piece of paper in the air.

Riza had been interested in joining, until she found out that there was a swimming contest. Which meant swimsuits.

Roy brightened up visibly when he found out there was a swimming contest, and called all his subordinates into the room ((if they weren't already there...)). "I have an announcement!" He declared. "All of you must compete in at least two categories!" He stared at Hawkeye with a puppy dog pout. "I'm sure the easiest would be swwwwwwwwwwwwwimming...It's the fastest too, the best really." Havoc shook his head and laughed.

Riza glared back, her hand already at the holster which carried her guns. "Sir, one more word, and I'll blow your -beep- off."

Havoc doubled over laughing and fell down.

Edward had come in around the same time in which Riza had sat down. "What's up with them?" He muttered, watching Havoc laugh and Roy mope. "This isn't your idea is it?" He snapped, actually kneeling down to poke the crouching Roy.

"As much as I'd like to see Hawkeye in a swimsuit, no, FullMetal Pipsqueek. It is not." He snapped, standing up to his full height.

"Well no way in HELL am I going to compete!" Edward snapped, also standing up and crossing his arms.

"Then you'd be going against a superior's order...which means court marshal, FullMetal Pipsqueek." Roy snapped back, with a devilish grin.

An anger mark appeared in Ed's forehead and throbbed. "Don't call me Pipsqueak, BASTARD!" Ed lunged at Roy, but was held back by Al, who has been ignored.

An officer came up to the door. "Colonel Mustang sir! The furor requests your audience!" With an arched brow, the colonel shrugged, marching after the lower officer.

Roy walked into the room, with the furor shuffling through several papers. "Ah...colonel Mustang, I believe you've received the note of the Military Olympics?" He said with a grin. "Yes sir." Roy straightforwardly replied. "Well...being the "Flame Alchemist" Would you be interested in lighting the torch?" "..." Roy stayed silent. "Urm...I'd be honored sir."

-next day-

Maes stood on the stand. He wasn't competing, for all the state alchemists seemed to be in it. Instead, he was the commentary. "And...here comes Roy Mustang with the torch! And here's my darling little girl!" He said, yanking on a rope to have a tapestry with an enlarged portrait of Elysia appear over the basin where the fire would be lit. In annoyance, Roy snapped his fingers to light the basin, setting the tapestry on fire.