Strange Magic
She walked into the office and peered round the room at the officers sat in their usual places. 2nd Lieutenant Jean Havoc was sat with his feet on the desk, leaning back with his hands on the back of his head, smoking his cigarette. He had an expression of pure boredom on his face.
Beside him sat 2nd Lieutenant Heymanns Breda who was sat hugging his knees on his seat, his expression petrified as if some weird creature was trying to eat his feet. The creature was in fact Black Hayate, obviously attracted to Breda because of the half eaten turkey sandwich on his desk.
Warrant Officer Vato Falman was reading a thick encyclopaedia. He seemed quite intrigued by the book, his nose hovering over the pages as he quickly skimmed the pages, taking every bit of information on a glance.
Sergeant Master Kain Fuery was fiddling with his usual radio set, trying to clear up the static that was coming through. He was wearing his geeky headphones, looking quite frustrated. He twitched a few times as the static increased to unbearable volumes.
Her eyes now settled on the back of her superior's chair, yes the back of his chair. She frowned. She walked over to her own desk, no one really paying attention apart from Havoc who smirked at inclined his head towards the sleeping Colonel. She deposited her gun and ammo on the desktop and sighed quietly.
Everyday at twelve she would return to the office to the same routine. After an hour of target practice she would return to this: Havoc lazying, Breda shivering, Falman reading, Fuery twiddling and her boss, Colonel Roy Mustang, sleeping.
She walked carefully towards the chair and peered round it to see her Colonel soundly asleep. He was smirking in his sleep. Watch him have a dream about torturing Edward or something like that. She sighed again. She knew him too well if she could tell him dreams just by looking at his expression. She leaned in closer and stared at him. He was just like a child. Cute, playful and stubborn. He had that strange magic about him that made every woman who laid eyes on him crumble with a smirk.
She smirked as he whispered a woman's name, Elizabeth. Yes, she knew Elizabeth well. She was as playful as him, although a little harsh and a little bubbly. So he wanted 'Elizabeth' did he?
She took a step back and put her hands under his seat. She tipped the seat over easily. He stirred instantly as he felt the chair tip. With a little yelp he fell onto the floor. She managed to keep the chair from falling on him. He rubbed his head and attempted to get up. He looked at his First Lieutenant and scowled.
"What was that for?" he asked. He was cut off by the mad laughter from the rest of his subordinates. His face dropped comically for a second.
"Work, sir,"
"Yes, Lieutenant…"
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