To Thine Own Self Be True
Chapter 5 - Trains Are For Traveling, Not Trouble
The following morning, Mustang walked into his office with Hawkeye already reading her book. Instead of sitting, she was standing by the window. The office had another table recently brought into the office and it was to the far left back of the room. Hawkeye was next to this table. On this table, was another phone.
"Good morning sir."
"Morning Hawkeye, Havoc, Breda."
"Sir, Major Hughes just called. Said they were on the train with the 'cargo'..."
"Very good."
Mustang walked in, coffee and a paper in hand and sat down. He looked at his stack of papers already on the desk.
"Is there no end?"
"No sir."
"Thanks Hawkeye."
Mustang put his head down on the desk. A few minutes later, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
Mustang picked it up.
"Hello Edward... Calm down, sounds like you've been rehearsing this... Easy there... Good to hear... Then I'll meet you -... Leaving in 15? Wait, isn't there a train leaving... now?"
Mustang looked down at the paper he brought in. On it listed all time trains were leaving from Risembool.
"There is a train leaving Risembool right now... Get on that train... Either get on that train or don't bother coming!"
Mustang slammed the phone down and looked up at Hawkeye. He smiled and she went back to her seat. She began doing her papers. Havoc and Breda disappeared to go do something else since the paperwork was light today. Hawkeye, decided to walk around with what little work she had. Which was mostly checking over Mustang's work. She was next to him again, hovering over the other table as she read over his work.
"Oh, lieutenant, did I tell you? Hughes informed me last night his wife is expecting."
"That's good news sir."
"Yes. Poor Hughes, he is so caught up in gloating over his wife, he wont know what to do with himself now that he'll have two people to gloat over."
"Think of all the photos he'll share with you sir."
"Oh, right, I forgot."
Mustang's face lost all expression as he closed his eyes an pictures Hughes slowing him millions of photos of his wife and child. He shivered and shook his head.
"I think I better check on Hughes. Just make sure things are going well."
"Yes sir."
Mustang picked up his phone and began to dial the number. He waited for a moment.
"Yes, please patch me into the radio room with Major Maes Hughes... Train 21... Yes bound for Eastern... Just left Risembool... Yes I'll wait... Thank you... You too..."
Mustang began tapping his hand on the desk as he waited to be patched into the train. Hawkeye continued to check over the papers in her hands as she sat on the edge of the table next to the window.
"Hughes? Hey, what is the status?"
Mustang leaned back in his chair as Hawkeye watching over her clipboard of papers.
"Thats good... Maes you've told me this last night when I called you... If you are so concerned about it you should have stayed home... Well then this is something you need to take up with your wife... Not on military phone lines...-"
As Mustang sat with the phone over his ear, Hawkeye picked up the phone on the table and placed it to her ear. Listening for one second she knew Hughes was talking about his wife.
"Excuse me sir... But let me offer you some feminine advice..."
Mustang looked over his shoulder at Hawkeye with an amused look on his face.
"Babies aren't born after just four months!"
Hawkeye slammed her phone down and Mustang smirked. Mustang then hung up his phone and leaned back. A few seconds later, the phone rang again.
"Hughes...wait, what? Was that Falman? Yes, hello Falman... A large suit of armor? Is there anyone else... Go check...Yes, still here... There is? A small blond boy with metal limbs... Bad personality problem? Sounds like them... They are with me... Or are coming to see me, rather... They are cleared... Yes you have the clearance of Lieutenant Colonel Mustang that the boy and his suit of armor are friendly to the military... Yes... Understood... Very good... Keep in touch with updates."
Mustang hung up the phone with a smile. He leaned one elbow on the desk then rested his head in that hand.
"Sound like our little alchemist from Risembool is making good time."
"Sir..."
Mustang leaned back in his chair and smiled. Hawkeye finished checking her papers and placed them on the corner of Mustang's desk.
"All done?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, I just finished this small stack..."
"Of course sir. I'll check it."
"Thank you Lieutenant."
"Yes sir."
Mustang leaned forward and began to read over another stack of paperwork. Hawkeye checked over the work and kept glancing up at mustang. She needed to make sure he was doing his work. So far, as long as she hovered around him, he seamed to work more efficiently. About a half hour later, Havoc came back into the room.
"Sir, you've got a call waiting! Came into Fuery's line, he's patching it though! It's from the train, sir!"
Havoc just about collapsed as Mustang picked up the phone.
"Hello? Fuery? Yes patch me though... Thank you."
Hawkeye walked over to Havoc and assisted him into a chair where he began to catch his breath from the long run through Eastern halls. Mustang sat at his desk listening to the phone as Fuery patched in a call from the train. It took a while but when the phone call came through, everyone in the office knew what was wrong. Armstrong and Breda walked into the office, wanting to know why Havoc was running, just in time.
"This is Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang... Who is this? Who am I talking to?"
Mustang stood up, keeping the phone firmly pressed to his ear.
"I understand... Yes... Yes... Understood... I don't want any civilians hurt... Understand? Not one person hurt... Yes... I understand... No... Yes... I understand."
Mustang hung up the phone gently. and kept a straight face as the subordinates looked over at him.
"Sir..."
"Trouble on the train."
"Sir, we don't make deals with terrorists. It's against policy."
"I know, don't worry Hawkeye. I've got thinks under control."
Mustang smiled and walked out from around his desk. Hawkeye looked down and sighed. Under her breath she mumbled...
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Hawkeye looked up at Mustang who was opening the door.
"Hawkeye, Havoc. We have a train to catch. Come on."
"But sir."
"We'll pick up more on the way out of the building."
And with that said, Mustang left the office. Hawkeye and Havoc looked at each other, then, they too left the office. Following Mustang out of the building. On the way out, they picked up a few more officers to take along. Then, at the main desk in the lobby, Mustang ordered for some police-like officers to come along. Then, they left, heading to downtown Eastern.
A/N - Ah...so the story is really coming together? Why yes it is! Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No FLAMES (Thats Roy's job only). Please look in my profile oo0AnimeChild0oo for all my other stories. And again, thanks for reading.
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