Alphonse was closing the doors to Colonel Mustang's office behind them when Edana finally spoke again. "Yanno," she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Your colonel is really kinda hot."

Edward had glanced over his shoulder at her when she started to speak, and the rest of her statement made him miss the door by about two steps to the left. He swore to himself, then swore at the wall.

Havoc, being the only other person in the outer office besides the Elrics and Hawkeye, burst out laughing. Alphonse hurried over to Edward's side. "'Niisan! Are you all right!"

Edward straightened himself out, dusted his jacket off, then turned completely around and leveled a finger at Edana. "That was NOT funny," he told her.

"It is from where I'm standing," she snickered at him.

Hawkeye frowned at them both as the phone on her desk rang. She let it ring once more before picking it up, now ignoring the quarreling siblings.

Edward made a show of dusting off the sleeve of his jacket, then shot a withering glare at Havoc, who was still laughing. "It wasn't that funny," he muttered.

Hawkeye cleared her throat, and Edward glanced at her, surprised. She held the phone's receiver out towards him. "It's for you," she said simply, then glanced at Alphonse, eyebrow arching. "It's … your brother."

Havoc stopped laughing.

Edward quickly took the phone from her, trying to ignore the not-so-furtive curious looks that Havoc was sending in his direction. "Yes?"

It was Alphonse. "Haa, good. I'm glad that the phone numbers didn't change," he said by way of greeting.

"What do you want?" Edward asked, irritated. Having to deal with Mustang for any extended period of time tended to grate on his nerves anyway, and Edana's surprise presence hadn't helped matters much.

"My, you're in a foul mood," Alphonse sounded far too cheerful. Edward gritted his teeth, opening his mouth to retort something presumably acidic back. "Doesn't matter, though. I'm about to make your mood worse."

Edward's jaw clicked back together. He didn't like the sound of that. "What?"

"We're at Central Station, and could use a pick-up."

"YOU'RE WHERE!"

Edward's outburst drew everyone's attention to him. "'Niisan?" his Alphonse asked worriedly, as Mustang opened his office door.

"What exploded—ah, Fullmetal," Mustang glanced at Hawkeye, who shrugged at him. She was watching Edward unload quite a mouthful of invectives into the phone line. Mustang watched for a moment longer, then glanced at Alphonse. "What's going on, and do I want to know?"

Alphonse shrugged at him. "My best guess is that no one wanted to stay in Resembool," he said.

Edward slammed the phone down, and everyone turned to look at him. "Those IDIOTS," he seethed. "Why can no one stay PUT for two damn days?"

Edana had seated herself on Fury's desk. "Ah, so I take it the others got sick of being left behind, then?"

The blonde turned on her. "Were you IN on this?"

She crossed her legs primly. "Why, Edward, I'm insulted," She laughed when he turned easily as red as his coat. "I've been with you and Al this entire time, remember? Besides, I didn't think it was a smart idea for more than one of the armors to be paraded around Central."

"At least you have a modicum of sense," Edward growled.

"…more than one suit of armor…?" Havoc repeated, glancing from Edana, to Alphonse, and finally to Mustang. "…Boss?"

Mustang nodded solemnly then pointed at Havoc. "You'll drive them to the train station, then," he said. "I've got work to do."

Havoc paled at his tone. "But, Boss, what's goin' on…?"

"Also," Hawkeye said dryly, picking up her sheaf of papers and neatly straightening them. "I don't think that Ms. Elric would appreciate you staring at her rear like that."

Havoc was still trying to process the 'Ms. Elric' part of Hawkeye's sentence as Edana turned around with murder in her eye. "…what?"

Edward, who had been ranting at Alphonse about how he had better never pull anything like this, looked over when there was a solid-sounding crack. Havoc had disappeared behind the desk, and Edana was shaking her hand idly, as though she had hurt it punching something.

Her right hand.

Edward glanced at Hawkeye, mystified. Alphonse, who had heard the exchange despite Edward's tirade, simply shook his head. "Could we please, oh, I dunno, LEAVE to pick up the others?" he pleaded.

"Sounds like a plan," Edana said, hopping off the desk with a smile. Roy cocked an eyebrow, then walked around the desks to check on his subordinate.

"You can't go anywhere if your driver's dead," Mustang said idly, prodding Havoc's limp form with the toe of his boot.

"Aw, he's not dead," Edana said, waving a hand airily. "Maybe a little broken, but not dead. He's fine. He can still drive."

"'M fine…" Havoc muttered, rolling over. "Just five more minutes, mom…"