Authors Note: OHMYDOG! I am such a terrible person! I never finished posting this! I am so sorry, I truly am. Does anyone remember that dog bite that I talked about, in my last post? Well lets just say those Rabies shots did little for me aside from protect me from Rabies. I swear I got every single side effect. I know that's no excuse for disappearing for over a year but a couple of weeks ago was when I noticed I never finished. So, I found the story and waited until today to post. Happy Royai Day, my lovely people. Again, I am so sorry! You'll have the rest of the story by tomorrow, Friday at the latest. Also, sorry about any grammar/spelling issues. This is the non-beta'd version.
9. Never pick on your commanding officer/s. They might hear you.
When Roy walked into building B he caught Riza sitting on a small loft in the corner of the otherwise empty building. Her normally neat bun had fallen halfway down her head, some pieces escaping the clip all together. She had a training rifle in her lap, dissembled, and her vest was thrown behind her, haphazardly. She didn't appear to be paying attention, but he knew better than to believe that.
"You look like hell, " he said walking to where she was sitting and lifting himself up to sit next to her.
"Thanks.
"Let me see." he said softly and, with his right hand, he gently lifted her chin so he could see
her face. Her cheek was swollen slightly and he frowned when he noticed a bruise peeping from under her high collar. He pushed the collar down a little to see the extent of them.
"I'm fine."
"That does not look fine. What happened?"
She sighed. "It turns out Lieutenant Herbert isn't as bad with weapons as he let on. Look at this."
She pointed to a mechanism on the gun that he wasn't entirely sure what it was for. "He manipulated this to shoot like a sniper rifle. This is something that only an expert would know how to do."
"Go on."
As she explaned what happened, his eyes were narrowed in anger. Who did that man think he was? Laying hands on a woman was bad enough but laying hands on his Lieutenant was a death sentence. His mind was roaming to different ways he could hurt the Southerner when her hand covered his, bringing him back from his dark thoughts of revenge.
"I'm fine." He nodded, closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath to calm himself. "Besides, you can't do anything to him while he's in custody."
"How much are you willing to bet?"
"Roy."
Another whistle resounded through the arena and suddenly, talking came through her previously silent radio.
"Did you hear that," Roy asked grabbing his ear piece and sticking it back in his ear, while Riza grabbed her unit from her belt and put it too her ear.
"I bet you they took off."
"...probably fucking her brains out, as we speak. " the voice that spoke sounded far away-Havoc?
"You think they'd do that in a place like this?"Edwards voice was closer to the micro phone than the others.
"They probably do it in the back of Mustang's military issued vehicle every opportunity they get ." Breda this time, again far away.
"Edward must have something on his button and not know about it." Riza whispered.
"Wha'dya say we go bust them." Roy lifted his eyebrow at Edward's words.
"You sure you wanna see that kid? Breda sounded amused.
"I won't be seeing anything aside from an embarrassed Colonel Bastard and his trusted Lieutenant covered in red paint."
Riza checked her system, and made sure it was off, before speaking.
"Do they really not have anything better to talk about aside from what the two of us may or may not be doing?"
"They're really not too far off base. Especially Breda." Her eyes narrowed. "Sir." He chuckled then cleared his throat. "Well, Hawkeye, what do you suggest we do?"
The door to building C opened and closed startling Sergeant Fuery. He grabbed his gun and spun around, looking for any signs of life.
"Who's there?"
There was no answer only the sound of clothes rustling as someone moved coming from his right. "Havoc if you're trying to scare me, I will not hesitate to shoot you in the head. " A puff of air grabbed his attention and he shot into the dark, towards the shadows, before the paint ball hit his vest. It hit about an inch below his heart, not a kill shot. That meant that it wasn't Havoc. He jumped from the loft and another ball hit him square in the forehead. Only one person could hit a moving target with that accuracy.
"Ow. Lieutenant hawkeye. That stung a little." She stepped from the shadows offering a small smile and a hand to help him up from where he landed on the ground.
"Sorry, but if the Colonel would have hit his target the first time, I wouldn't have had to do that."
"Well, sorry. We can't all have the best shot in the military." Mustang stepped out of the shadows, too, his smirk giving away his sarcasm.
"This has nothing to do with how well I can shoot and everything to do with you not practicing like you should."
"I'm the Flame Alchemist. I usually don't need a gun."
"No, but you do need to make an adequate shot when you do need one." Fuery smiled at the twos bantering before he interrupted.
"Um. May I ask why you two decided to tag team on me?"
Roy was the one too speak."We need you to cut off the teams communication to each other." he began taking off his headset and Hawkeye laid her broken one next to his equipment. Fuery nodded and started unplugging things from his main unit.
"Are you two going to take out the others?"
"Absolutely." Roy responded as the two headed out the door.
