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Chapter Three
Mustang knocked on the door of Corgen's dress room. Hawkeye was standing her usual couple of steps behind him. The door opened and Corgen's face appeared.
"Roy!" he said. He swung the door open and embraced Mustang. Mustang patted him on his back.
"Corgen, it's great to see you," Mustang said with a smile. Corgen smiled back but then his face dropped. He pointed to Mustang's eye.
"What happened?" he asked. "You used to be so handsome but now look at you. How are you supposed to get a wife when you look so weird?"
"Thanks," Mustang said his face dropping. Corgen had noticed Hawkeye standing behind Mustang. He pushed Mustang out of the way and grabbed Hawkeye's hand.
"Hello. I'm sorry we haven't been introduced. My name is George Corgen. May I have the pleasure of having your name?" Corgen asked. He softly kissed Hawkeye's hand. Hawkeye was stunned at the way he'd greeted her. He was such a gentleman.
"I'm Riza Hawkeye, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye," she replied softly.
"Such a lovely name for such a beautiful woman," Corgen went on. Hawkeye blushed again. She was used to Mustang's charms but this man's charms were something else. She glanced at Mustang who had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot.
"Corgen, you're married," he said. Corgen let go of Hawkeye's hand and turned to face Mustang.
"Now, no reason to get jealous, Roy," Corgen said. He gestured for the two to enter the dress room. "After all, it's not like you ever flirted with Naomi."
"Yeah, but you're the one who slept with her," Mustang sighed. He said this for clarity. Corgen barked with laughter.
"You haven't changed, Roy," he said.
"Neither have you, but I will advise you not to flirt with my First Lieutenant," Mustang said. Corgen looked at him with raised eyebrow, "She's a respectful woman. I'd hate for her to loose that."
"Oh, right," Corgen said his face dropping. "Hey. So do you fancy joining Naomi and me for dinner tomorrow? We'll be in Central for a while, but we have lots to catch up on."
"Sure," Mustang said. Corgen looked at Hawkeye.
"Would you like to join us, Miss Hawkeye?" he asked. She was going to decline but Corgen didn't wait for an answer, "Fabulous. I'm glad you'd come."
Hawkeye looked at Mustang who shrugged. She took it he did that quite often when he knew he wasn't going to get the answer he wanted.
"You're not married are you?" Corgen asked suddenly.
"If I were do you really think I'd be seen out with him?" Hawkeye said. She froze. She'd said that out loud, hadn't she? Corgen laughed.
"I like her, Roy. Where did you find such a beautiful, witty companion?" he asked. He threw himself onto a chair grinning.
"I'm his teacher's daughter," Hawkeye explained. She'd thought it was best to save him the hassle of messing up, again. Corgen smiled.
"Hey, Roy," he said, "Check this out."
He threw a book at Mustang. Mustang caught it and turned to a page with a book mark in it. He looked at the page and read it. After reading it he looked at Corgen and threw the book back at him.
"That's forbidden," he stated.
"I know," Corgen said, "I'm not that stupid. But I thought it'd catch your imagination."
"Not really," Mustang said. He turned round and opened the door. "I've got to rush off, Corgen. You should go spend time with your wife."
"We don't really have anything to talk about," Corgen said. "I spend most of my time researching. I pretty much leave her to her own devices."
"You can't let alchemy consume your life, Corgen," Mustang said. "Try spending a bit of time with her once in a while."
He left the room. Hawkeye bowed her head.
"It was very nice to meet you. Goodnight," she said.
Mustang found himself on the stage. He sighed. Another alchemist diving into the forbidden arts. What a fool. He looked at the now empty hall.
"Are you alright, sir?" Hawkeye asked. She was walking towards him.
"Yeah," he replied, "I despair at alchemists like him. Wasting their lives on their studies rather than doing things that really matter."
Hawkeye didn't say anything. She looked at the floor. "Do you have any regrets, sir?"
"Some," Mustang admitted, "Some I can't take back, others I'm scared to find out the outcome."
"You afraid, sir?" Hawkeye asked with a smile on her face. He was the man who'd always been so calm before battle, the person who had never admitted he was scared before. He turned to face her.
"Hawkeye," he said.
"Yes, sir," she said. Mustang bit his lip.
"I-"
"Hey chief!" yelled Havoc from the back of the room. Mustang jumped a mile.
"What the hell Havoc!" he roared. Havoc and the others were running towards the stage they all climbed onto it.
"Sorry, chief," Havoc said scratching the back of his head.
"Sir, there's a car waiting," Fuery said. Mustang sighed again.
"Is there a chance we could stop for a bite to eat?" Breda asked.
"Yeah, I'm starving too," Havoc agreed.
"I must admit I am hungry," Falman said.
"How about you, Hawkeye?" Fuery asked.
"I'm fine, but feel free to enjoy yourselves. I'll walk home," Hawkeye said.
"Yeah, I'll pass too," Mustang agreed. He took a couple of steps towards the edge of the stage but then something caught his eye. He bent down and picked up a silver dollar. He turned it over in his hands. Had Corgen dropped it?
"Sir?" Hawkeye questioned. Mustang placed the coin in his jacket pocket.
"It's nothing," he said. He took another step and stopped again. The stage where he was stood was glowing.
"Sir!" Hawkeye shouted. She rushed past the other men to the General. She placed a hand on his shoulder. She felt Havoc grab her hand.
"What the hell!" he yelled.
It was then that the stage suddenly collapsed.