To Thine Own Self Be True
Chapter 22 - Master Vs. Military
That day, the military arrived at an empty area where they stood around waiting for orders. Mustang and his crew were standing around in one circle talking.
"So, what's the plan chief?"
"What plan?"
"You don't have a plan?"
"When does he ever?"
"I heard that."
"Good, maybe you'll learn a thing or two."
"Your mean."
"Good."
Mustang turned around where he headed off to the side of the camp where be began to 'plan'. She sat on a rock across from him as he drew with a stick in the dirt.
"Sir..."
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking."
"No, sir, exactly why are we here?"
"Supposedly, Scar was around..."
Mustang hesitated and turned to look in the direction of his 'military'. He and Hawkeye walked over to the group and pushed their way to the front where they saw a line of Ishballians standing. The Ishballians looked pissed that the military was here. Hawkeye moved to the front of the line and stood in formation. Mustang walked past her and stood a little more ahead and confronted the Ishballians. but before words could be exchanged, a man stepped out from the crowd and began yelling in cry of joy. Then, suddenly, he was shot down many times.
"Hold your fire."
Mustang yelled to his crew but no one was shooting. The Ishballians got pissed at this and began throwing rocks at the military. Hawkeye watched as rocks flew past her, then she watched as one hit her square in the forehead. She blinked her eyes as the blood formed and slowly rolled down the top of her face, stopping just at eye level. Rocks continued to be thrown. Mustang lifted his gloved hand and snapped. A streak of fire went into the air and all attacks stopped. Everyone stared at him. The Ishballians remembering him from the rebellion years ago.
"Lieutenant, clean your face and get into formation."
His voice was harsh, but quiet. She snapped back and reached for her gun.
"Yes sir."
Mustang looked back at the Ishballians.
"We are looking for the one named Scar."
Mustang called out to the Ishballians. One old man stepped forward and approached the front of his group.
"Scar is not here. So you best leave and search else where."
"If I find out your hiding him..."
"He is not here."
Later that night, after the Ishballians left, Mustang and Hawkeye were back in the small tent talking about leaving this place and going home.
"It was a false lead. Scar is not here."
"Yes sir."
"Excuse me, Lieutenant, I need to write a letter to the Fuhrer."
"Yes sir."
Hawkeye saluted and left the tent. Outside she met the Major who confronted her.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye, I would like a word with you."
They walked to the side of the camp site away from Mustang's tent.
"Yes...'sir'?"
"You need discipline Lieutenant. I'm a superior over you and you have no right to talk to me like that."
His voice was loud to her. He was at least two feet taller then she was and he was intimidating. She feared getting dismissed from the military if she pulled her gun. This Major was in cahoots with the Fuhrer, she could tell.
"Excuse me sir...-"
"I never gave you permission to speak... Now, next time we have a little rebellion like that, learn to fight for yourself instead of running off to find...-"
"Major!"
Mustang appeared and he looked pissed. The Major was inches from Hawkeye's face and he was practically yelling in her face. Yet, she remained calm and stood firm.
"Colonel sir!"
The Major straightened up and saluted 'his' superior. Mustang walked over to Hawkeye and put a hand on her shoulder. He knew that Major intimidated her. She was still tense, even with Mustang there.
"Major you are out of line!"
"Sir...?"
"I didn't give 'you' permission to speak!"
The Major went back into a salute. By now, the subordinates and some of the other officers appeared to watch.
"You were out of line disrespecting 'my' lieutenant like that. I could have your rank when we get back to Central. You hold your tongue! This isn't the first time! So I would watch your back!"
"Is that a treat...'sir'?"
"It's not a threat! It's a promise!"
Mustang turned to leave, his back to the Major.
"Hawkeye."
"Yes sir."
The two walked away, leaving a sweating Major behind. Hawkeye had to restrain herself from turning around and sticking out her tongue. Back at camp, the 40 military got ready to leave. Mustang kept Hawkeye in his sights at all times. The Major also kept his distance from Hawkeye at all times.
"We leave at 0800!"
Mustang ordered out. He was no longer soft. He became exceptionally strick towards all military in that camp. His subordinated noticed his new attitudes and returned to giving him salutes and respect instead of friendly conversations. When it came to sleeping, a few men were on guard. Mustang was suppose to sleep in his tent tonight but he chose to give it to Hawkeye, he being the only girl and all. He slept right outside, leaning on a rock. The Major slept near by, watching the tent and Mustang. It was going to be a long night.
A/N - Hello... Is anyone out there... (hears an echo as milk-like tears fall down her cheeks) ...
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