The secret occupation
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The night set in again as Colonel Roy Mustang sat on his couch alone. The phone rang and he picked it up, grateful for the interruption of his thoughts.
"Hello?"
"Roy? Hey! What's going on?" Maes Hughes' said from the other end of the line.
"Nothing… just watching my trash grow and my paint peel. What are you doing?"
"Well, I've gotten some strange information today you might want to know."
"So then tell me. What is it?"
"Lieutenant Hawkeye has another job. It's a night job."
"Hawkeye? What does she need another job for? How did you find out?"
"One of her paychecks came in through the post office here and I had to deliver it to her. Get this; it was addressed to: Riza 'The Intimidator' Hawkeye. When I asked her who it was from she gave me that 'look' and I ran before she could shoot."
"The Intimidator? Why would she go by another name? Do you know how much the check as for?"
"Seven hundred dollars; where would she get money like that from?"
"I don't know, but you need to find out Maes."
"Fine, but if I get my head blown off, I'm gonna haunt you until you die."
"Thanks, I'm really scared now. Talk to you tomorrow at the office. Bye."
"Bye Roy."
The next morning at work Roy couldn't help but steal glances at his lieutenant. What does she do that earns her $700 a paycheck? Why does she go by another name? What is going on here? He thought to himself as she brought him another stack of papers.
"Colonel; please finish this work. You need to leave here around three o'clock to get to the meeting sight."
"Can you please tell me why you're not coming with me again?"
"I have other engagements in this area that require my attention. Is that all?"
"Yes, Hawkeye; that's all." He noticed she wasn't as stiff as she usually was; her body seemed to glide over the floor as she walked back to her desk. The time for him to leave came and Riza pushed him out the door, sending him with paper and pen to take his own notes. Thank God he finally left! I might be on time for my first group tonight. She thought as she gathered her things and went home.
The phone rang again just as Roy walked in the door to his apartment. He grabbed the phone and sat down, hearing Maes' voice on the other end again.
"Roy! I found out what she does! She's a dancer! Her night job is dancing!"
"What kind of dancing? Do you know?"
"No, not yet. But I do know the check came from the dance studio down on Main Street."
"You're kidding; please tell me you're kidding. Lieutenant Hawkeye does not dance as a night job."
"I'm not lying to you Roy; she dances. I don't know what kind yet, but as soon as I find something out, I'll let you know."
"Fine. I gotta get to bed. That meeting was the most boring thing I've ever attended in my life."
"See ya. And I suggest you not go to the studio. I wouldn't want to be caught anywhere near her if she comes out of that building and finds you standing there waiting for her."
"Whatever. See you tomorrow Maes. Bye."
"Bye"
The next day after lunch Riza came in from her normal morning trainings with the young recruits. She was the best drill sergeant and all the recruits feared her; her reputation of firing at anyone who didn't stay in line was infamous. She sat down at her desk and began to shuffle through her papers; her eyes were bright and she hummed under her breath as she worked.
"Hawkeye; what's going on with you? I've never seen you like this at work before."
"Nothing Colonel; just do your work." She stopped humming and continued her work so he wouldn't ask any more questions. As the end of the day came Riza packed her work up and left without saying anything to Roy; there was something up and he intended to find out what it was.
RxR please!