"The Fuher's Annual Ball," Roy said, putting a clipboard down on his desk.
Ed stepped forward. "What? What kind of mission is that?"
"Easy, Ed. I'm required to go, and three more of my people. Hawkeye has already volunteered, so that leaves two more."
Ed backed down, but put on a sarcastic look. "What about your other dogs?"
"Havoc would try to pick up every girl, Maes would show off his pictures, Fuery is too young-"
Ed cut him off, "We're younger than Fuery," he noted with an annoyed face.
Roy mimicked his face. "Let me continue. Falman is too up tight, Breda is a prankster, Armstrong would come without a shirt on, and Sheska would read the whole time. That leaves you two. If you can't tell yet, I'm looking for a promotion."
"What about Second Lieutenant Ross and Master Sergeant Brosh?" I asked, standing up from the black chair.
Mustang looked surprised, probably because he had been caught off guard. "It just so happens that they are at East HQ right now."
Ed sighed, "Fine, we'll go."
We were about to leave when Mustang's voice stopped us, "Oh and everyone else will be in at least partially formal attire, so remember that when you choose your outfits."
After we left the room, I noticed Ed had an angry look on his face. I tried all night to calm him down, but it didn't work. Then I got to thinking. Maybe, just maybe, he didn't want the military to know about… us. It would be hard to be there the whole time and just talk to Mustang, so I figured I was right. Al knew, but the military didn't. We didn't know what would happen so we chose not to find out. Al and I wanted to tell Maes, but Ed noted that he'd probably blab about it just like he does with his pictures.