Mustang Teaches How to be a Sniper

"Apparently, none of you can take a good shot when you handle a sniper," Mustang said, going back and forth down the line of idiots called his comrades. "Almost shooting one of the Officers of Command? What's wrong with you all?" He was called down here because they did something stupid. Why should he be in charge for them? "I was on an important mission."

"You mean… cleaning up the make-up you had on from yesterday," Havoc said and started laughing. Soon a huge rumble of laughter came from the others.

"Shut up," Mustang muttered. "I will not allow you to belittle me…"

Fuery just rolled his eyes. "Oh come on… it's a joke, Colonel."

"YOU REALLY THINK IM GOING TO TAKE THAT JOKE LIGHTLY? GIVE ME A BREAK!" Mustang shouted. "THAT MAKE-UP NEVER COMES OFF…"

Hawkeye walked in as soon as Mustang said that. "Oh right. I was meaning to give you eye make-up remover…" she said, and held out a bottle of clear liquid. "I guess I forgot…" Mustang's eyes twitched in annoyance. SHE HAD EYE MAKE UP REMOVER?????????? He thought. " By the way, you also have some eye shadow on the top of your lid."

Havoc burst out laughing while Fuery fell on the floor. Heymans Breda also started laughing, and soon developed tears under his eyes. "Okay, sir. I'm sorry. Why are we here again?" Havoc asked as soon as he stopped laughing.

"To teach you all how to use a sniper PROPERLY," Mustang snapped. "Let's go somewhere else."

"You need to make sure that the target is where you want it to be," Mustang explained. "If there is someone beside the target, the one you don't want. You obviously wait until the target is alone. Also make sure he doesn't notice you." He handed Breda a sniper. "You see the red bull's eye? Target it and shoot."

"Yes sir," Breda replied. He scoped the target and pulled the trigger. There was a huge loud noise yelling from somewhere followed by a 'WHAT THE HELL!'

"Breda… You almost SHOT the Fuhrer!" Mustang shouted.

"Good job, Breda," Havoc said.

"Nicely done," Fuery said and nudged him.

"Yeah, it'll teach him not to almost demote me," Breda said. The Fuhrer had almost demoted Breda when he was caught fallen asleep. Usually, the Fuhrer would not care but since he was having a horrible day, he just cracked. "And he's coming our way."

"WHO ALMOST SHOT ME?" Fuhrer Bradley roared.

Breda, Fuery, and Havoc pointed at Mustang, because none of them wanted to get into trouble. "MUSTANG DID IT!" they shouted in unison, then ran away as they laughed.