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III
"Lieutenant Hawkeye." Riza looked up from her paper work at the sound of the Colonel's voice.
"Yes, sir?" She stood and walked the short distance to his desk. Without looking up from his own paperwork Colonel Mustang held up a set of papers. She took him with a raised eyebrow, before looking down at the papers. Her mouth fell open, before her eyes iced over. "I refuse." Throwing the papers down on his desk.
Colonel Mustang didn't flinch. "You don't have a choice in the matter." He continued to write.
Her eyes narrowed. "I can refuse."
"That wouldn't be wise."
She felt her anger rise as she watched him, unaffected by the orders. She marched back to her desk, sat down and continued working.
"It's effective immediately." She heard Mustang call from his desk.
The sound of a pen snapping in half could be heard throughout the office, making her fellow Mustang subordinates look up.
She stood up, "I'm leaving." She snarled, heading towards the door. Before she exited the room she turned around and sneered at her superior officer, "But I'll be right back."
The office was eerily quite.
Havoc looked to Breda, who only looked to Falman, who shrugged. The second Lieutenant looked to his Colonel opening his mouth, but was cut off.
"Honorable discharge papers. We've almost been caught in unnecessarily predicaments in the past few years. Now that the world is saved, I suppose that instead of us both getting dishonorable discharges, she can get an honorable one."
The office was silent as the four men soaked in the information.
"I win the bet, Breda." Havoc said before looking back down at his work.