Distraction
"NO, I don't care if the 'General' is working! I'm going to kick my way in there if you don't let me through, Hawkeye!"
Havoc looked up. "Liza, is that who I think it is?"
"If you're thinking the older Elric brother, you're right," the woman said grimly.
"Then this has to be a dream..."
"No, unfortunately, it isn't."
"You're talking about me, I can tell!"
"Shut up, Ed," Havoc growled, his patience spooling out rapidly. "Mustang's out for the day in a refugee camp. Go attack him there, but I doubt he'll be happy about it."
Maybe it was his tone, or maybe it was just the absolutely foul way he glared, but both of the other blondes stepped back, startled.
"Jean, it's Briar, isn't it?"
"She died this morning," he said shortly, going back to his work. "Her funeral's tomorrow."
"I'm... sorry," Liza said, gently touching Havoc's shoulder. "I know how much you cared for her."
"It doesn't matter," he said roughly. "Just get out of here for now."