"Ah, Colonel Mustang, there you are!" All the answer he got from the dark haired man was a court nod, but Fürer King Bradley still kept a broad smile on his face, his visible eye wrinkled up to a thin line.
"I guess you must be wondering why I have called you to my office this morning." He put in a break to allow the colonel to confirm, or deny, but still the stoic man kept silent.
"Well, since you obviously can't wait, I'll just tell you. I want you and Fullmetal as show dogs on the upcoming spring ball." 'That brought a reaction', he thought, as Mustang's eyes widened. It took a few seconds till the man came up with an answer.
"Excuse me, Sir, you want me and Fullmetal as what?" The control was back in that beautiful porcelain face, but the voice was tight.
"Show dogs. Simple as that. I want you up there with me on the podium when the festivities start, as a good example on skilled, loyal, faithful, young soldiers. You will also have to walk the room and answer any questions the civilians might have. We will of course agree on the answers on forehand. Lastly, you two will have to arrange a show that shows the more...positive…sides of what alchemy can do." The Fürer laced his fingers together and put his chin on them. The look on his subordinates face had proceeded to darken as he spoke, and the black eyes now held a fair good amount of well hidden rage. Still beautiful though.
"Is that all Sir?" he asked in a strained voice.
"Yes. I will have file shipped to your office later with details. You will have the whole state alchemist squad at your disposal, and Major Armstrong will be helping you out especially. Inform Fullmetal of this, will you?"
"Of course Sir. If that was all then I will take my leave. Excuse me." Mustang gave a small bow, before quickly exiting the room. Bradley's smile widened as he watched the younger man leave. This was going to be interesting.
-End part 4 ~King Bradley's POV~