Selina Devoir, if the last chapter sucked so much why were you the only one to complain? I'll have you know one thing; I don't take kindly to negativity woman! Either you read it and are polite or you don't read it at all. I'm not changing anything about my chapters, I'm not making any of them longer to appease you and absolutely am I not adding some stupid ridiculous flashback to Chapter 20. I like to leave things to the imagination and a flashback would ruin it. And another thing, what I do is an expression of art. Which means I don't change it, I don't wanna hear if it sucks, no one else cares if you think it sucks And I sure as hell don't want to hear your ideas on how I can make my story better! GOT IT!

I'm going to keep writing my series the way I do and the way I like them. If you don't like it then go find some other story on here to read I really don't care just this is the last time you will ever… ever use the 'S' word when talking about my work. It influences negative thoughts upon other readers who may have thought it was good and funny. So there.

My rant's over now. Sorry about that everybody else. ^. ^ We should probably get on with chapter 21 now. Okay so this one is number 27 on the list " Don't end your briefings with ' in my pants'". So with out further delay I present to you said chapter! Enjoy!

I don't own Full Metal Alchemist!

Erin cleared her throat. "Okay is everybody here?" She looked around to make sure.

"Um, What are you doing Lieutenant?" Fuery asked, rasing his hand.

"I lost a bet…with Mustang…So I got to administer this month's safety briefing. " She grinned.

Breda began to pound his fist on the table, not bothering to muffle the sound of his laugher from the redhead. "You! Safe? Hahahaha!"

"I know! I laughed too. " She cleared her throat again. "However, safety is a serious matter Breda and you should not be laughing when it comes to the safety of your comrades and your life." Erin deepened her voice in a failed attempt to mimic Mustang. " I Roy Mustang for example never laugh in the face of potential danger…I never laugh at all!"

Roy glared at her while everyone else was laughing. "Shut up."

"You know it's true Roy!" She turned to him and said, her voice back to normal. "I think you've only laughed…once? And I think that was about your love of dogs… and how loyal they are…blah… blah…blah…I don't care. Moving on!" She turned away from the hot head (lol bad pun) and walked over to the board. "So this month we've had our building blown up/burnt down a total of…seven times. Who was to blame for all this?"

"Uh you were?" Hawkeye looked up at her uninterested.

"WRONG SIR!" She pointed at her. " I believe that hothead over there's to blame. He controls fire. He explodes things for a living. "

Mustang glared harder. "But you're the stupid idiot who thinks explosions are fun."

"MOVING ON!" She went back to the board then turned around. " This month at least 3 new recruits have been hospitalized from their entire bodies getting crushed. " She looked to Armstrong.

" It has been in my family for generations that when you meet a new…" He began to ramble.

" Shut up! It's your fault Armstrong! And for the record no one wants your damn hugs!" She screamed. " They're not safe for anyone!"

Fuery sat between Breda and Havoc checking his pocket every few seconds. "Are you okay in there Daisy?" He whispered.

Havoc leaned over and looked into his pocket. "Kain…" he whispered.

"Yes sir?"

"What are you talking to?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I found a field mouse this morning on my way to work and I'm going to keep it as a pet." He grinned and stuck his hand into his pocket, bringing back out the cute little mouse.

"See isn't she cute…" Just then the mouse squirmed from his grasp and took off running towards the head of the table, exactly to where Erin was standing and yelling at Armstrong from.

Havoc, Breda and Fuery all tensed.

"Dude you are so dead." Breda whispered to Fuery.

"And another thing Armstrong sparkling is not man…" Erin's eyes grew wide and she froze. "M-mustang?" She whispered.

"What?" he snapped.

" THERE'S SOMETHING CRAWLING UP MY PANTS LEG!" She half-whispered, half-screamed.

"…" Everybody stared at her.

"What?" He asked.

"There…is…some…thing…in…my…pants…" she glared at him. "Help…me…"

He smirked. "Is this some type of pick up line Erin? Are you flirting with me?"

"NO YOU MORON THERE'S SOMETHING FURRY CRAWLING UP MY PANTS LEG!"

Fuery buried his head in his hands. "Oh no Daisy." He whispered. "You didn't."

Havoc smirked at him. "I think Daisy did."

Hawkeye stood. "Something furry?"

Erin nodded.

Hawkeye turned to Fuery. "You have anything to do with this?"

He nodded.

Hawkeye sighed. "What did you sneak in today?"

"IT'S GOING UP MY SHIRT! EW EW EW!" Erin panicked.

"Um…well…" Fuery grinned sheepishly.

"MOUSE!" Erin let out a loud ear-piercing scream as the mouse stared at her from her shoulder. "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! EW! " She screamed again.

Mustang stood, a smile on his face. "Stay still."

"GET IT OFF!" She looked up at him with tears rolling down her cheeks. "Get it off and burn it!"

Mustang laughed as he picked up Daisy by the tail and handed her back to Fuery.

"Its not funny Mustang. " she pouted as he continued to laugh.

I really hope to draw these out one day. Stay tuned.