Here's another chapter of Our Only Instruction Is. I needed to get this one out since it was practically identical to a chapter in my other story. DISCLAIMER: i don't onw FMA nor it's characters... remember?
Our Only Instruction Is: Chapter 2: Hot Trouble By pure-thornless-rose
In Central Head Quarters…
Hawkeye entered Mustang's office and alerted him for company. He nodded. Then Raena, about Fury's age (how old is he?), entered Mustang's office and followed by her two subordinates. They lined up and saluted the Colonel. Mustang saluted and raised an eyebrow with a smirk.
"Well look at what the cat dragged in…" he greeted. "Captain Watson… what brings you and your company over country borderlines? … Not to mention the mountain region…"
She smirked back and stepped up to his desk, telling him of her orders. Then she held out the large, brown envelope and placed it on his desk.
"Oh yes, that's right." He looked down onto the envelope. "What's in it…? A present for me?"
"How the hell should I know, I haven't a clue what's in it—it's just for you…!" She sighed. "Oh… and it's Lieutenant Colonel Watson now… Captain was three years ago…"
"Lieutenant Colonel…?" Both Mustang and Hawkeye looked at her in surprise. They've known her for a long time and since then she's been quickly progressing up the rankings in Drachma. "Hm, congratulations. But what happened…? Did your Fuhrer eat something poisoned, lived and decided to promote you? Not a clear-headed decision if you asked me…"
"Not entirely… Our—now late—General has been murdered… and I was enjoying my position as Major too… while it lasted at least. Further more, I'm still working hard like my father asked, before—well you know."
"Yes, former General Watson of Drachma… it's been ten years since the incident and I still remember him well."
"He was a good a man. Like how your mother the Herb Alchemist was." Hawkeye added sincerely. The Lt. Colonel smiled.
"Well, since we're on the topic…" she continued, "I understand my younger sister, Kaida, just became one of your State Alchemists. How did she do?"
"She did well, close to failing, but overall, she did fine."
"Ah, well that's good news." She sighed. "Thank you, Colonel."
The three of them continued to speak casually. But Havoc, Fury, and Breda suddenly appeared through the door, Fury holding onto a hot mug of coffee.
"Colonel, I have—oh…" Fury stammered. Everyone looked at him, then the other two. "My apologies sir… I…"
Mustang nodded and his voice came through. "However. Men, I order that you leave and come back in a while. Understood?"
"Yes sir!" They saluted in unison and exited, shutting the door behind them.
They were about to continue on until Fury stopped. He looked down on to Mustang's coffee.
It was still hot and steaming.
"Oh no, I forgot to give him his coffee. He probably didn't see it…"
Havoc looked back at the door. "Oh well, orders are orders… I was too busy looking at the two other women in there anyway… and the brunette in the back with that guy? She's pretty cute."
Breda and Fury sighed helplessly at his words. "Well, 'those two women' and 'that guy' are part of Drachma's military. They just arrived several minutes ago, but I didn't know they were here to see Mustang…" Breda cited his thoughts.
In Mustang's office…
"Listen, Colonel Mustang." Watson's voice was serious. "Our country has been running into several issues and complications… especially concerning the murder." She paused and sighed. "Other high-ranking officers have been targeted as well so I really hope that the assassinator was Drachmian—or at least not Amestrian…"
"Yes, the non-aggression contract between our countries rides on the murderer's identity and nationality… even though there's a huge mountain in the way so it's quite pointless to get rid of it…"
"You have a point there." They whispered.
"And I wouldn't be surprised if I've been promoted in hopes that I would be targeted… The higher ups think I'm too young."
Suddenly Flora stepped up and whispered something to Watson.
"Thank you, Second Lieutenant Flora, I nearly forgot." Then she turned back to the Colonel. "Mustang…? Do you think it would be possible for me to make a telephone call directly to our headquarters?"
"Yes I believe so, Central's communications department can take care of that. Uh, Hawkeye?"
"Yes sir." She straightened and opened the door. Watson was the first to exit.
"Thanks very much, Colonel Mustang."
Just outside the door moments earlier.
"Are you going to just stand there and think about that coffee?" Havoc asked Fury as the three of them stood there.
"Huh? Oh, well you can take it if you want… I don't know what to do with it anymore…" Fury held out the coffee to the two.
"Nope." "No way man…" Havoc and Breda refused instantly.
"Oh man…"
"Just go ahead and get in there, Fury." Havoc suddenly said "Oh, and open the door nice and wide. I wanna see that Drachmian chick again." A small heart floated about him. Breda shoved his shoulder to snap him out of it.
"…Uh… Is that an order? Maybe I should deliver it later." Fury gave up. Breda and Havoc looked at each other, then at Fury… and smiled slyly.
"No, no, no…" Havoc stopped him. "I'm sure he'd want his coffee. It'll take his mind off of the company he has…"
"Huh…" Fury was skeptical.
"Yeah," Breda chuckled, "Just go on in and give it to him—it's an order!" Then he smiled and shoved poor and unfortunate Fury. Who then lost his balance and began to stumble, trying to fall in line with the coffee he held with both hands so it wouldn't spill.
"Whoa…!"
Then the door opened. A woman walked out and he couldn't stop himself. Nothing could be helped and they ran completely into each other. The faint sound of the ceramic hitting her uniform button was followed by the splash of the coffee. And it splashed high from the impact so it spilled all over his face and uniform as well as hers.
No one said anything.
While her two comrades hid their smirks, Watson stiffened from the heat and looked directly into Fury's surprised eyes, eye level to hers. He was still right in front of her. She sucked in air through her teeth. "Oo—that's h-hot…"
"Ohhh no." Fury also stiffened and stared. But backed away after realizing how close he still was to her. He ignored the slight burn of the heat. "I… I… please forgive me…"
Havoc had flinched on impact and Breda froze pale, everything had all happened so quickly, and he still had his hand out from pushing Fury.
Colonel put a hand over his face and moaned. "This is not good…" And then he thought a bit further, "Agh. That was my coffee too…"
The end! ...for now at least. I hope you liked this one, it would have been good for a friday 13th chapter i think but that ended about twenty minutes ago... Please review and come back for the third chapter!
Bye!
