By Maaya
Edward had just returned a report to the Colonel when he noticed it.
Mustang was going on and on about nothing important, really, and Edward let his eyes tiredly scan the room for inexistent infrequencies, to take his mind off what he suspected was a scolding disguised as wise words, from his superior.
He didn't expect to actually find one of those inexistent infrequencies.
Edward blinked at the bullet hole.
It was small, located in the wall, just a bit above the top of Colonel Mustang's head. As it was close to the frame of a picture, no one would probably notice it unless he or she was looking for it.
Mustang had reached the part where he was teasing Edward to lighten the mood, so the blonde alchemist had to stop pondering and act his part. But even as he asked the Colonel just WHO he was calling an ultra small speck that could be hidden under a handkerchief, he looked for more of the phenomena.
He found another one, a hole in the wall just behind Mustang, hidden when the man was sitting in his chair, (not when he was lifted and hauled over the desk by an automail hand.)
When Edward let go, he saw the third one, the hole in the desk. It was tastefully covered with a pile of papers (not very neatly arranged anymore, after Edward's arm had, rather intentionally, knocked them down).
He ignored the papers that spread on the floor and raised an eyebrow. Mustang pretended not to notice, and sent him out with his stern-face.
Hawkeye stood by the door when Edward exited. He cast her a questioning look.
Her hand twitched over her gun.
She smiled.
Edward never disobeyed the woman again.
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