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Chapter 2
By the time Ed got back to the office, Roy was hallucinating. Staring wide-eyed as Roy had a conversation with an invisible officer, Ed handed the large roll of duct-tape to Riza.
"Thanks, Ed! Al would you mind holding him? My arms are getting tired."
Riza moved aside as Al took up the role of holding Roy in his chair. Riza began unrolling the tape with an almost homicidal type of grin. When Riza finished, the drunk colonel had…a lot (Ed lost count a t 20) of layers of duct-tape holding him to the chair. She also had duct-taped his arms to the arms of the chair, after duct-taping his hands shut. Ed wondered why she'd do such a thing when he noticed large scorch marks all over the office. Hmm...were those there before? Ed thought about it for a split second. Oh.
"So…uh, what know?" Ed asked. He'd dealt with a lot more than most teenagers his age, but he'd never found a handbook on care of drunk military officers.
"Well, you boys can go; I'll take care of him." Ed wasn't sure he liked the vengeful look in the first lieutenant's eye, but he got his brother and left. As they walked down a hallway on the first floor, he heard the slightest whining from somewhere behind him.
"AL! I TOLD YOU NO MORE CATS!"
"But-" Al didn't have time to respond, the aforementioned animal had escaped, running down the hall top speed until its striped tail disappeared around the corner. Ed didn't even glance at his brother before taking off after the furry annoyance. He cornered the kitten at the base of a stairway that came from the top floor in the building. He picked it up just as Al came puffing into view.
"Big bro-" Ed silenced him with a hand. What was that noise? It sounded almost like a wheelie office chair falling down the stairs to his left. Ed visibly paled and slowly looked up the stairs.
"Whee!" The Colonel squealed like a small child. Ed barley managed a strangled scream before the Colonel crashed head long into him.