Telephone

"This is the florist!" he exclaimed, "Thank you for your patronage!"

"What is it, Colonel?" She answered sternly.

"Nothing, sorry," he apologised, "I got drunk and bought a lot of flowers. It would be great if you could do something with them."

"What's wrong?" he asked in a worried tone, "Did something happen?"

"No," she answered, "it's nothing."

"Really?" he asked again, sensing the strange tone she had in her voice.

"Yeah," she replied, "nothing's wrong. I don't need any flowers, I don't have any vases anyway. Thank you for going out of your way to call me. Excuse me."

After she hung up the phone, he left the phone-booth and got into his flower-filled car. He sensed that there was something wrong with Riza, her voice seems to be trembling, the fear in her tone was evident. And she was not willing to share to him what had happened. He first thought that she was afraid that someone might be eavesdropping on their conversation, but then he remembered that her line was a private line, something Fuery fixed on for the whole team to not allow others bypass. There must be something wrong.

"Why does he always pick times like this?" Riza stroked Hayate as she bent down and let him onto her lap.

She wanted to tell him everything, but she knew that she mustn't. Selim Bradley, no, Pride, could be just in this room, hiding in the shadows and watching her every move. She must not let the homunculus be alarmed. Riza decided to tell him about Selim Bradley once she meets him, using their personal coded-communication.

Scar.

Elric Brothers.

Lucy.

Ian.

Miles.

Buccaneer.

Rebecca.

Alphonse.

Denny.

Lucy.

Edward.

York.

Ida.

Sugar.

Havoc.

Oscar.

Mike.

Uni.

Nora.

Charlie.

Uni.

Lucy.

Uni.

Starling.

S E L I M B R A D L E Y I S H O M U N C U L U S

Roy gasped in shock, he finally realised her fear, now that he knew, he must take action. With a quick snap, he ignited the piece of paper in the cubicle, and dropped it into the toilet bowl, destroying all evidence.

A/N: Saturday is busy as well, woke up so early in the morning to witness my brother's POP(passing out parade), which signifies the graduation of the males in the army who is currently having National Service(which is mandatory for every male above 18 years old in SG), from BMTC(Basic Military Training Course). :D The parade was nice, lol. Wanted to work on another oneshot tonight, but I don't think I'd have time, so yeah.