{That bastard.} The phrase, the 'affectionate' name for Mustang repeats in Ed's mind as he trudges toward his destination.
{I'll make him pay for this one.}
Ed clutches his coat as closely as he can, teeth chattering as each breath exits in a thick vapor. He clutches the yellow folder of paperwork in his right hand, doing his best to focus on the crunch of the snow and slush beneath his boots and not the frozen feeling of the skin and muscle at his automail port, aching with every footstep as gravity gently tugs at the heavy metal arm. His leg isn't bothering him quite as much; but that's because it had numbed already.
{Send your lapdog out, Colonel, curry yourself some favor,} Ed thinks bitterly, trying to ignore his incessant shivering. {Don't deliver it yourself; hell no, that job is too low for you.}
Ed isn't worried about getting sick from this trip. Cold as his automail will make him, he's got a damn-good immune system backing him up. No, it was how ridiculously COLD he would be until late at night, even WITH a fireplace to warm him, and how achy he would be the next day from it. Only to repeat it all again.
Ed stumbles, catching himself before he falls and gets the folder wet with snow. He takes a short break against the wall of a building, relaxing for a minute before beginning his trek. He's just not used to being outside this much in the wintertime, and the numbness traveling up his leg is something he needs to adjust to with each step.
He reaches his destination not long after that, passing on a polite message from Mustang, albeit distorted slightly by chattering teeth which he's unable to still. Through concern, Ed is given a hot coffee, to which Ed accepts with a very gracious thank you. Though Ed hates the bitter taste of coffee, he relishes its warmth, feeling considerably warmer as he returns to headquarters. He spots Mustang chatting it up with a curvy woman, laying his charm on thick. Ed squeezes the empty cup, demolishing it quickly, gritting his teeth.
{That bastard-} Ed begins walking toward Mustang, silent in every footstep. {Sending me out in this weather-} He's not far from the two, both oblivious to him. {While he stays here to GET LAID?} Ed reaches the two, directly behind Mustang, and makes his move for revenge. Removing the glove from his automail hand, he swiftly slides it between Mustang's layers of clothing, touching it to the warm, bare skin of Roy's lower back before Mustang is even aware he's there. {Ha.}
The entirety of Central City hears a long, loud scream; those closest to the military headquarters hear a loud cackling, followed by unrelenting explosions.
That was how, in early February, Central experienced a heat wave.