Disclaimer: I don't own FMA

Notes: I wrote one more, so now they'll last until Saturday, but currently I'm just trying to fill in time before a few events. I think that if I do it right, these will stop at either drabble number forty or fifty. Whatever it is it will be a multiple of five, because otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand the number. Me and my various neuroses aren't fun to be around when it comes to minor details.

Twenty-eight: Welcome to Northern HQ

Her first month. She knew she would start near the top, but Olivier didn't expect to be the third in command at Briggs, especially since the only war she had known was Ishbal. The two men above her looked old enough to be her father, and had been in at least two more wars than she had heard of. They ruled the fort with iron wills, and barked their orders crisply. Their very footsteps spoke of readiness for combat, and she had no doubt that Briggs was in a war-zone. She could feel it in every motion of the place.