As I was the last person to enter the burning pits of hell, or it's technical term, Colonel Mustang's office, I silently shut the door behind me - and upon sight of our entering, Mustang gave a disgruntled sigh.
"Edward, Cassandra, come to my desk, please."
He didn't sound too happy with us, but silently, we did so.
And here comes the lecture.
"I'm honestly beginning to doubt that you two have grown up at all." he began, picking up an envelope and pulling out the contents. I caught a glimpse of my name on the paper inside, and automatically, I knew what he was going to start off with.
"Cassandra, your previous report on your task in Dublith was below acceptable."
"Dublith?" Edward mumbled, clearly having some association with the city, as his interest was drawn to the name.
"Southern region."
"I know that." He grunted, rolling his eyes at me.
"Then why did y- Oh, um...what did I do in Dublith, Colonel?" I stammered, deciding to drive my attention back to Colonel Mustang.
"Your disturbance caused alot of chaos in certain areas - some of which, you nearly destroyed a building."
"...Oh."
As you may have guessed, yeah, I can be pretty reckless when it comes to combat. That, and, it's rather fun.
"Jeez." The blonde commented, glancing up at me as I bestowed a slightly disappointed reaction on my face.
"Edward, your report wasn't too impressive, either." the Colonel added.
"Huh?" He lifted his head, a light of confusion glistering in his eyes.
My guess is that he was caught off guard, and forgot that he's pretty damn chaotic himself.
"Several of your previous evaluations all point to the same conclusion."
"And what's that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Alot of aggression can be stored in a pipsqueak such as yourself."
I let out a small laugh at the Colonel's remark; even seeing a little smirk form on the corner of his lip - but the funniest part of it all, was when Edward snapped.
"Who the hell are you calling pipsqueak?!" he screamed, clenching his fists and directing an ungodly, eye-twitching glare at the Colonel.
"Edward, you should show respect to your superiors whenever possible." I added, my smirk of superiority being counterattacked by a small grunt and an eye-rolling. Honestly, he wasn't too happy with the way things were going - and I wasn't either, but I had the higher end of the straw.
"Shut up, fringey." He spat.
"Actually, she has a point." Colonel Mustang insisted, placing his interlocked hands on the desk.
My 'smile of superiority' was masking my face, ear-to-ear; that is, until he continued speaking.
"I'm going to assign you with him."
That's where it disappeared.
"Excuse me?" I said, with a sudden change in expression.
"You heard me correctly, Cassandra."
Did I?
"Are you seriously pairing me with Fringey?" Edward raised an eyebrow, looking over at me, with a face of both disgruntled and surprised thoughts.
"Stop calling me that." I grunted.
"Well, you've got a fringe covering your left eye, so I'm calling you Fringey!" He said with an odd sense of enthusiasm as he flicked my fringe out of the way, before I promptly batted his hand away, tightly grabbing ahold of his wrist.
"Do that again and I'll break your arm." I hissed, contracting (tightening) my grasp on him.
"Anyway," Colonel Mustang began - I dropped his arm, and turned my head to him as he interrupted what was most certainly going to break into argument. "You'll be travelling to Vectora."
My home town.
The place I had run away from.
My eyes widened, and I stood rigid with but a single objection.
"Is something the matter with that, Cassandra?"
I gulped, and shook my head. After all, I wasn't allowed to question his twisted ethics, no matter how much common sense he lacked.
"Correct answer - you'll be heading off tomorrow, but someone'll be sent up to find you so I can prompt you on the objective."
And that's when he sent us out.