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D fumbled through the many envelopes in the large file cabinet in front of her. The main problem with finding Sean's file had been figuring out what he was filed under. He was in Colonel Mustang's unit so she had kinda figured he would be listed under General Personnel. However she had been at a loss when she had gone through those files, Special Ops files, and even State Alchemist files just in case someone had screwed up, nothing. Then she had an idea, it was a long shot but worth a try, she hit the Black Ops files. She had to be pretty careful about this, because if she got caught reading something particularly interesting, she could end up in prison for life. "Ah there it is," she muttered, "the R's, Amber Rawlins, Timothy Ripley, Michael Rochester, Sallie Ryder, pay dirt! Sean Ryder! Hey wait a second..." D turned her attention to the file labeled Sallie Ryder pulled it out and opened it. She nodded as she saw the photo, suspicions confirmed, Staff Sergeant Sallie Ryder was Sean's mother, seems Black Ops were a family tradition. D glanced at the status area curiously, MIA that was a shame, then she noticed what was beneath it and felt a very real pang of regret, written in heavy slashes of red ink were the words 'Presumed Dead'. D looked up at the smiling photo and down again at that damning line, it just wasn't fair, she had just enough time to see that Sergeant Ryder's final mission had taken her into Drachma before the door banged open and she scrambled to look inconspicuous.

Colonel Lagrin was D's commanding officer and was generally looked on with equal parts annoyance and respect. He had this inexplicable habit of walking in whenever someone was doing something stupid, something that was needless to say quite irritating. Generally he would just laugh in an indulgent grandfatherly way and keep moving, D got the feeling he wouldn't be so lenient with this. "Ah-ha! There you are Lieutenant," he said loudly, "I've been looking all over for you! C'mon we've you've got an assignment straight from Hakuro no less."

D got up and followed him out, wondering when the other shoe was going to drop, "Sir... I mean, never mind," she finished lamely.

Lagrin glanced at D scratching his gray buzz cut absentmindedly, "I'm not going to tell about what you weren't looking at if that's what you were about to ask." He smiled at the surprised look on his subordinates face, "Everyone wants a peek most just don't have the guts to try, but don't get caught next time kid, alright?"

D nodded slightly dazed by the way she was suddenly off the hook, and as a result almost walked into the door to Hakuro's office before it was opened.

She stared at Sean, she wasn't particularly surprised by his presence but rather by his activity. He seemed to be munching on a slice of pie and dropping crumbs all over an irate General Hakuro's paperwork. "Hakuro took a deep breath as he visibly struggled not to kill the soldier sitting in front of him, "Ah Lieutenant good we can begin the briefing."

Ed and Al walked into the office unusually early, they had a train to catch and a report to turn in, and if they missed either appointment there'd be hell to pay, in one case this was more literal than figurative. Ed stopped short when he noticed half a pumpkin pie sitting out in the open, he immediately began to walk toward trying to look nonchalant, but instead looking more like more like a vulture descending on the kill. "Um brother?" Al said, "I think that's Sean's desk."

Ed waved a hand dismissively, "If I just take a little piece he'll never notice, and anyway maybe it's not even his."

Ed began to reach toward the pie when he was startled by a rather loud yell, "What the FUCK are you doing?!?"

Ed jumped about three feet into the air, and glanced at the door Sean was back and he was pissed, "Oh uh... Hi! I was just-"

"Don't give me that!" Sean growled, walking over and grabbing his pie protectively, "let me be clear, if you ever touch my food, your mechanic will be replacing your other arm too!" He walked out muttering darkly through a mouthful of pastry, as Ed and Al stared in frightened disbelief. Ten minutes later he was sitting in Hakuro's office somehow endeavoring to munch and smirk at the same time, as Hakuro grew more and more irritated as a result of his crumb covered papers.

Hakuro leaned back trying desperately to ignore the paperwork that would almost certainly need to be recopied, and began to brief the pair in front of him as D sat down. "We've been receiving some disturbing reports from the South. There is a small abandoned power plant about eight miles north of th Aerugan border, we have reason to believe that the plant has been taken over by terrorists and is being used as a weapons factory. Your objectives are, one: Confirm that the plant is indeed being used to manufacture illegal arms. And two: if it is being used in that manner, or there are any other illegal activities taking place inside, destroy the plant. Afterwards return and report, we're giving you permission to execute this mission with extreme prejudice."

Sean raised one eyebrow, "Translation?" he said with his mouth full.

D glanced over grinning at the sight of his cheek stuffed to the bursting, "Shoot first ask questions never."

"Cool, when do we leave?"

Sean walked into Roy Mustang's office and cleared his throat. Mustang looked up, giving the the unfriendly looking gun his subordinate was carrying an uneasy look, "Come in Captain what can I do for you?"

Sean took a deep breath Mustang was not going to like this, "I need to leave for a few days sir, here's the necessary paperwork," he placed a folder on the desk.

Mustang opened the folder and glanced at the contents, then he did a double take, "Reason classified? Orders directly from General Hakuro? I'm not sure which is weirder," Roy scrawled his signature on the bottom, "What the hell are you up to?"

Sean walked out checking the bolt of the submachine gun slung over his shoulder, "We're blowing up a factory."

Roy leaned back in his chair frowning, "No" he said aloud, "I definitely don't want to know."