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Chapter 4

Worry

Roy was starting to get really worried. He kept shifting and fidgeting and couldn't keep his mind off of her.

He'd sent Hawkeye to deliver those files to Tromp quite some time ago and she hadn't returned yet. She would've checked in with him to inform him of her return if she had. Still…

He got up and crossed the room. Before he opened the door he removed the nose clips and breather in deeply through his nose expecting to start gagging.

Instead, he was greeted by clean, fresh, unscented air. The smell seemed to have settled.

He pocketed the nose clips and opened the door. The air was equally as fresh on the other side of the door.

He looked over at Hawkeye's desk. Just as he had thought, she wasn't there. He frowned and looked over at his other subordinates who were watching him.

He asked them "Has Hawkeye come back yet?"

"No, not yet," one of them answered, looking over at the woman in question's desk. He too frowned.

"Hmm," Roy muttered.

'Maybe she's talking with Tromp and lost track of time. Or maybe she's helping him with something,' Roy thought as he turned and disappeared back into his office, closing the door behind him.

"I'll just give him a call and ask him to send her back over," he said to himself as he walked back to his desk.

He stood on the side opposite his chair, picked up the phone and dialled the General's number. (After much searching through a phone book to find the correct number)

It rang a few times before it was finally picked up.

"Tromp," the man on the other end said.

"Hello, Brigadier General Tromp. It's Lieutenant Colonel Mustang," Roy said.

"Ah, Mustang," the man said pleasantly "What can I do for you?"

"Um, sir, could you please send Second Lieutenant Hawkeye back? She has some work to finish."

"What? You mean she hasn't gotten back yet!" he sounded slightly alarmed.

"No, sir, she hasn't," Roy replied.

"But I sent her back quite some time ago. She should've been back by now."

"She isn't," Roy now knew that something was really wrong.

"You're worried, aren't you?" Tromp asked kindly.

"Wh-What!" Roy spluttered.

"It's alright to worry about your subordinates, Mustang. Especially if they've been with you as long as she had. Especially if she's your friend." He paused "Is she your friend, Mustang?"

"Yes, sir," Roy answered after a slight pause. His brain had taken a second to really register what was said to him. He had a feeling that the General was suggesting something else too.

Tromp was a warm, kind-hearted man who could often see things that others had yet to spot.

Then man on the other end of the line chuckled slightly. "That's good to hear, Mustang," he took on a more serious note "She told me that she's been having to walk across the courtyard to get to and from my office. Meet me out there."

"Yes, sir."

With that, the two men hung up the phones.

Roy paused for a moment after hanging up, his hand still resting on the phone, and took a deep breath.

"I'm sure she's alright," he told himself "Maybe she just tripped and hurt herself and can't get help and is waiting in the courtyard. Or maybe she's knocked herself out. Or…" he stopped, there were too many 'or's. Not all of them were so optimistic.

He turned and walked out the doors of his office. When one of his subordinates asked where he was going, he said that he was going for a breath of fresh air, which was technically true.

He stepped out into the hallway where he immediately met up with his best friend, Major Maes Hughes.

Before Hughes could say, or do, anything, Roy cut him off with a sharp "Follow."

Roy and Maes walked down the halls side by side.

Maes noticed the grim set of Roy's jaw and eyes and went serious.

"What happened?" Maes asked.

"It's Hawkeye," Roy replied shortly.

"What happen? She shoot at you again, missing your head by a mere inch?" Maes half-joked.

"No."

"Well, what then!" Maes exclaimed impatiently.

"She's been AWOL for a little over an hour now," Roy spoke, sounding angry and scared all at once.

Maes calmed.

"That's not like her," Maes said.

"I know," Roy replied.

"Where are we going?"

"Out to the courtyard to meet with Brigadier General Tromp. He was the last one to see her."

"Why?"

"She's been delivering files for both me and him for some of the day. We're both very disorganized and kept finding more files that should've been delivered with the first batch," he laughed slightly.

Both he and Tromp had the same filing system. 'Set it down somewhere, usually in a pile, and look for it when it's needed'.

"So, why the courtyard?" Maes asked, trying to get the necessary information.

"Because, the easiest way to get to Tromp's office is currently blocked off after Fullmini's 'super stink bomb' accident."

"'Super Stink Bomb'?" Maes raised an eyebrow at Roy.

"I'm just quoting Hawkeye."

"I see where you're going with this," Maes said as he caught on "She had to go across the courtyard to get around to the side door."

"Exactly," Roy nodded "I figure, if she's anywhere, she's more than likely there."

"Good point."

The conversation ended as the two men exited the building and began the short walk to the courtyard, their tension mounting.

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What's gonna happen? What're they gonna find? Find out in Chapter 5 of Every Dog; Discovery

BTW, for those of you who can't figure it out, I'll tell ya who it is in I think Chapter 6. I'm currently in the process of typing chappy 6 up. Will update soon!

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