To Thine Own Self Be True
Chapter 18 - New Orders
The next day, when Hawkeye walked in with the mail, their was a memo from The Fuhrer.
"Sir, a memo from the Fuhrer."
"What does it say?"
"It's sealed sir, with his wax seal."
Hawkeye placed the memo on Mustang's desk and walked away. Mustang turned around in his chair and picked up the memo, slowly pealing the wax off. He unfolded it and carefully read each line over at least twice to make sure he read it correctly.
"Well... looks like I'm leaving."
He leans back in his chair and places the memo on his desk.
"Sir...?"
"I've been transferred to Central."
"Thats good news sir."
Havoc and the others smiled as Mustang closed his eyes and looked up. This was what he wanted. He wanted to be in Central, not Eastern. Just then, Mustang stands up and leaves the room.
"Where is he going?"
Fuery asks as the others shrug.
"Well, it's great he's going to Central, but what about us?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he's just gonna leave us?"
"After all we've been thought?"
"This is his promotion, not ours."
"Yeah, but..."
BANG!
They continued doing their paperwork. At lunch they left, but soon return. The men were a little depressed thinking Mustang was just gonna leave without them.
"What is taking him so long?"
Havoc asks just as the door opens to reveal a smiling Mustang.
"Sir?"
The subordinates turn around, to face their superior who had a smile that would out do the Cheshire Cat.
"Pack your bags... we're going to Central!"
Mustang closed the door as Havoc and Breda jumped up and celebrate. Hayate starts barking and wagging his tail as Fuery and Hawkeye look at Mustang in a confused manor.
"Sir..."
"I just talked with the Fuhrer on the phone and, after a lengthy conversation, you're all coming with me. So pack your bags. We're all moving to Central!"
Mustang smiled and sat behind his desk, pulling out all the papers and stuff from the drawers, which wasn't much except a bottle of scotch, an old photo and some scrap paper. Fuery joined the celebrations. Hawkeye remained sitting. She was one of the only subordinates that didn't live in the dorms. She lived in her own house, on the opposite end of Eastern then Central. She couldn't just pack and leave. She had lots to prepare for at home.
"Men, got home. Pack your stuff and met me at the station tomorrow at 1200. We head for Central City then."
The men all cheered and ran from the room. Hawkeye stood up and saluted the Colonel.
"Excuse me sir."
"Yes Hawkeye."
"This is quite an inconvenience to me, sir. It would have been better to ask us before moving us."
Mustang looked up at Hawkeye as she ended the salute.
"How so, you don' want to leave? And really, you don't have much say considering I'm your commanding officer..."
"It's not that sir, it's...-"
And as if on cue, Black Hayate barked and wagged his tail.
"He can come."
"He can't live in the dorms."
"Where are you living in now?"
"A small house, sir"
Mustang stopped and looked at her. He never relised that. He never asked. Then he remembered no pets were allowed in the dorms and Hawkeye wont give up her dog that easily. She grew very fond of him. Not to mention, all the house packing she'll need to do.
"I'm sure we can work something out. I'll talk to the Fuhrer...-"
"Hayate isn't my only problem, sir... my house? What am I to do with it?"
Mustang closed his eyes. Then, he opened them.
"I've got it. Are you still in touch with your grandfather?"
"Yes..."
"Contact him, see if he can take care of it? You know move in to it. Doesn't he live in the dorms?"
"Yes, I guess I could...-"
"I'll be over around 2000 and I'll help you pack."
"Sir...?"
"You live in a house, you have more stuff then me."
Mustang smiled.
"Thank you sir."
Hawkeye saluted and left with Black Hayate. Then, Mustang began packing up his office, alone.
"I should have kept them here until this was done."
He sighed as he worked with the five boxes, packing his desk and their desks. At Hawkeye's place, she was on the phone with her grandfather.
"Yes, Central... Tomorrow at 1200... Yes... He's going to talk with Fuhrer King Bradley to work something out... I hope too... Yes... So... I don't know... You will... Thank you... Also... Yeah... You will... Yes... Are you sure... Yes... Okay... Yes... No, he's coming over to help, but thank you anyway... Yes... Yes... No... Yeah... Yes... No! Yes... Uh huh... I will, and thank you again... Yes... Okay... Yes... I will... Always... Yes... Love you too... Yes... Uh huh... Yes... I really need to go... I understand grandfather... Yes... Okay... Well... Yes... Love you... I will... Bye..."
Hawkeye sighed and hung up the phone. Her grandfather would talk forever if she let him. She turned around and stared at her small house. It was only one floor, but she had quite a bit of stuff. She only had three suitcases and she hopped like hell Mustang brought boxes. She started to empty her bedroom first. Her entire closet consisted of nothing but five military uniforms, one dress uniform, and one Saturday outfit. She packed it all into one suitcase, leaving one outfit out for tomorrow. She was also able to throw some extra in with the clothes.
"Hello?"
Hawkeye jumped. She left her door open so Hayate could come and go. She pulled her gun and peeked around the doorway of her room. There stood Mustang holding three boxes. She sighed and called him in. That night, the two packed up the small stuff like her clothes, some books, Hayate's stuff (which took up a whole box) and then some necessities. All in all, it only took two suitcases and one box. She placed her personal stuff she wasn't taking into the last two boxes and labeled them for her grandfather to just leave alone.
"Well, thank you Colonel Sir. Your help made it go faster."
"Any time Hawkeye."
They sat in her kitchen drinking coffee and tea. Her house was empty. It was almost depressing, but she was happy to be getting a change. Her neighborhood wasn't the best. And it was a long walk from home to Eastern HQ. Her new place in Central would only bee a block away. And unlike the other personnel, she gets he own room because she is a female.
"Oh, I called the Fuhrer. He didn't want to allow it, but I asked him as a favor to allow the dog. I told him how you've had it for a few years and the dog is very helpful in the office. He wasn't too happy about him being in the office without him knowing, but he's okay now. He said you have his permission to allow Hayate in the dorms. Just, keep the barking to a minimum and his 'business' off military grounds."
Mustang smiled and petted the dog at his feet. Hawkeye smiled over her cup.
A/N - Sorry so long, I needed to get some stuff in here at the last minute and I would of made it two chapters but like I said, last minute and I already have the next few chapters written. Sorry and enjoy.
Hello... Is anyone out there... (hears an echo as milk-like tears fall down her cheeks) I feel so abandoned and alone...
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