Roy sat behind his desk, king of all he surveyed, subjecting Eastwood to a burning scrutiny. To his satisfaction the man was beginning to squirm. Serves him right for getting familiar with Riza, the little slimeball.
"So why did you suddenly feel the need to arrange a meeting Eastwood? I haven't heard a peep from you since you left Master Hawkeyes' house. You didn't come to the funeral." He paused "Riza was disappointed you weren't there. All his other students came."
"Well, uh I'm actually here about Master Hawkeye. Or more accurately his research. I want a copy Mustang"
"That's Colonel to you Eastwood", Mustang said, stopping just short of a growl "What makes you think I have a copy? And why should I give you Masters' research if I did have it?"
"Really?" Eastwood laughed "You haven't grown up at all. You have to have had a copy – you're the Flame Alchemist. Even if you don't have a copy you must remember it. And it's for academic research. I'm starting my doctorate in elemental alchemy and old Master Hawkeyes' research would make it much easier."
Mustang twisted slightly in his chair as he pretended to consider Eastwoods' request, while making up a believable lie.
"I don't have a copy. Master showed me his research then took it back. I never had a copy. If you want to work out flame alchemy, you'll have to research it yourself. You might even manage it without burning your hands off"
Eastwood scowled. Smug bastard, he always was the Golden Boy.
"Are you sure about that? It's a pity. Oh well, maybe Riza will reconsider when I take her out later." Eastwood awarded himself brownie points as Mustangs face snapped into a fierce scowl.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible. The Lieutenant has to work late tonight. Now we've had our little chat, you can leave."
As Mustang stood to walk him to the door, Jonathan suddenly recalled what the girl at reception had said an appointment with your Colonel, your Colonel. Does that mean they're together now? He had to stop himself shuddering at the thought. The Golden Boys' voice snapped him out of his reverie
"Havoc! Escort Mr Eastwood out."
The would-be smoker jumped to his feet and opened the door for Jonathan. As he left the office he caught Riza shooting Mustang a curious look, probably wondering why she wasn't the one escorting him out. As if the bastard could tell he was thinking about her, he suddenly snapped
"Hawkeye! My office. Now."
The last thing Jonathan saw was Hawkeye disappearing into the bastards office like a lamb to the slaughter, or maybe, he thought, hating himself for putting the image in his mind like a whore to her masters bed.
