Chapter 2: The Break-in

"You know Havoc, the pageant's in 3 days. I wouldn't eat all that food. You want to look good for the swimsuit competition, don't you?" teased Breda as he, Falman, Fuery, and Havoc ate lunch in the break room. Havoc threw a piece of his pizza at Breda's face, hitting him in the nose.

"Shut up! I'll do whatever I want." Havoc had been in a foul mood ever since his 3 friends had entered him in the "Sir Central" pageant to be held May 5. Little did they know, Havoc was planning on breaking in room 157 and taking his name out of the competition. Havoc grinned to himself. He just had to wait for the opportune moment to get it...

Just then the door opened and Riza Hawkeye poked her head in the room. "Colonel Mustang said he would like to see you Lt. Havoc."

Breda, Falman, and Fuery glanced at Havoc. "What does he need me for?"

"I didn't ask him and didn't tell me anything. He's waiting in his office." Riza exited the room and Havoc stood up to follow her. There weren't many times when one of them was asked to see the Colonel alone and Riza didn't know about it. You could imagine a trumpet singing out a mournful tune as Havoc left the room.

Falman turned to his companions. "Oh, he's dead."

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Havoc eventually made it to the Colonel's office. The hallway was deserted as he looked around him. Slowly he turned the doorknob and entered the room. Inside the Colonel was sitting at his desk signing sheets of paper in what seemed to be random places. Roy looked up when Havoc closed the door. Havoc swiftly saluted to his superior.

Mustang nodded and allowed Havoc to stand easy. "Uh, you wanted to see me, Colonel?"

"Havoc, don't stand near the door. Have a seat." He indicated the chair in front of his desk. Havoc cautiously moved to the chair and gingerly sat down. He nervously lit a new cigarrette.

"So, Lieutenant. I am sure you have heard some news about that 'beauty' contest that's being held here in a few days, correct?" Havoc nodded. "And I am sure you know about the whole nomination progress." Again, Havoc nodded. Roy continued, "So can you explain why I am somehow in the pageant?" Havoc's eyes opened wider.

"Sir..."

"Havoc? Do you think I am stupid?" Mustang's voice was almost at a whisper now. Havoc almost wished the Colonel would yell. He was much scarier when he was mad like this. "The other day I wasn't sleeping. You and the other morons are so loud you could wake the dead. I heard Fuery tell Hawkeye to enter me in the 'Sir Central' pageant. Plus, Hawkeye told me that I should do a few sit-ups today. Don't you think that's a clue?"

Havoc could not help but give a little chuckle. "Havoc! You are going to help me get out of this. I am not walking down some catwalk just to be some eye candy for a bunch of soldiers."

"... Um...sir?"

"...Nevermind. I prodded it out of the Lieutenant, but I know you are in the pageant too."

"Yeah! I am! Those jerks! They shoved me into it, I had no choice!" Havoc's cigarrette almost fell out of his mouth.

"I say we get ourselves out of this sissy pageant!" Roy and Havoc were getting pumped. "Ok, now, where do they keep the damned nominations box?"

"Colonel, they keep them in room 157."

"Alright! Let's do it then!" Havoc and Roy jumped out of their seats. "Tonight, come to my office at eleven o'clock sharp. We're getting out of that damn pageant!"

"Yeah! Let's do it!"

"Excuse me, Sir." Havoc and Mustang quickly turned around. Riza was standing in the doorway with her usual emotionless face. "Sir, people can hear you all the way down the hall. Can you be quieter? Thank you." Riza left the baffled men staring at the office door.

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Havoc tiptoed down Central's halls toward the Colonel's office. He was dressed completely in black with leather gloves. Havoc put out his cigarrette and just as he was reaching for the door handle Roy opened the door from inside his office. "Ah!" yelped Havoc. Roy cupped his hand around Havoc's mouth.

"Havoc, don't blow our cover." Roy let go of Havoc's mouth. "Ok, now let's get to work."

Mustang was wearing all black too. To add to his outfit, he had on a black pair of his spark gloves. 'What? In case he has to torch the nominations box?' thought Havoc. Reaching room 157, which was just down the hall, Mustang motioned to be quiet to Havoc and to come closer to him. "Ok, now I have the keys to this room, so let's go." Roy unlocked the room and slowly opened it. Havoc fumbled for the light switch, but eventually turned the light on.

Sitting on a table in the middle of the room was a box about the size of a shoe box. But sitting in a chair in front of the table, facing the door, was Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, armed with a military rifle in her lap. "Hello Colonel, Lieutenant. What are you doing here this time of the night? I hope you finished your paperwork."

"Uh, we were just... Uh, Havoc?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you need from this room?"

"What!"

cli-click

"Colonel, Lieutenant, I am going to have to ask you to leave. I don't want to have to use this." As always, the Lieutenant's face showed no expression. Roy and Havoc slowly backed out of the room.

"Uh, no, you know what Hawkeye? I'm going to go finish that paperwork that I didn't feel like doing earlier. We'll, uh, see you tomorrow." Havoc quickly turned the lights back off and Mustang closed the door.

"God, Mustang. That woman scares me."

"Me too." answered Roy as they ran down the hall to Roy's office.

((So, that's chapter 2. Hopefully I'll get chapter 3 up soon. It should be up in a few days. Please review. I would love to hear your comments, good or bad.))

Chapter 3: The Talent Competition -- coming soon

-Lt.