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Roy spun around in his chair, holding a sleeping Elysia, as he chewed his lip. It was late afternoon and there had been no trouble, no sign of homunculi. No food either. None of them had eaten a thing since the wonderful breakfast they had enjoyed earlier. Looking around, he found little interest in what his co-workers were doing. Fuery, having lost almost all of his money, had taken up reading. Havoc and Breda had moved on to chess, using a small portable chessboard. Falman looked to be doodling on a scrap piece of paper. Lastly, Hawkeye sat upright in her chair, sleeping lightly with her head on her right fist. Sighing in his boredom as his stomach growled, Mustang tried to think up something to do with all this spare time besides paperwork.

"Okay, this silence and this hunger is killing me." he spoke up, startling some of his subordinate out of their sleep or books. "I say we all get out of this office."

"Sir, what about the homunculus?" Fuery asked a bit frightfully.

"We'll split into groups and if anything happens, make as much noise as you want." he answered simply. "Fuery, Havoc, Breda and Falman, go to the mess hall and pick up as much food as you can. Hawkeye, Elysia and I will head over to the locker rooms then meet you back here."

"Locker rooms, sir?" Hawkeye asked sleepily.

"Yes, I'm sure you'd want to take a shower to wash the blood off yourself. Plus I was to get Elysia cleaned up and dressed for bed." he told her, not seeing the way her face went a bit pink. "Each group will have one of these two walkie-talkies. I had them for emergency use so we're lucky." he said, taking them out of a drawer to throw one of the small devices to Falman. "Lets get going. Everyone get any and all weapons and head out."

The four men walked down the quiet hallways, the cool air keeping them sharp. They held their guns ready at all times and they crept forward. The halls were creepy when only the back-up lights were on. Havoc sighed and turned around to stop the others in their tracks.

"Okay, who wants to bet the Colonel sneaks a peak at Hawkeye?" he asked, holding up a wad of bills.

"No way! No more!" Fuery cried, slinking away.

"No thanks, I've lost enough." Falman agreed, following.

"I'll take some of that action." Breda laughed, shaking on it.

Hawkeye walked behind the Colonel, gun drawn and loaded. She'd be thankful when they got to the showers, God knows she needed a little soothing. She was a bit drawn back when he followed her into the ladies section, but then realized he only wanted them to stay close so neither was injured. The dim lighting made the large room seem eerie, the dark shadows seem glaring. She walked into the showers after one last lance at the two others, picking the cleanest one.

Turning on the water, Riza stripped down and unclipped her hair, hanging her clothes on the small counter before she turned and walked into the large shower. Hot water spilled down her back and matted her hair as she reached for one of the small shampoo bottles. It probably wasn't the best thing to use, given that many other women had as well, but it was the only thing there. After rinsing, she washed the rest of herself up, ripping away the bandages on her hand to reveal a disgusting scab. She cleaned away the dried blood before leaning her forehead against the wall, sighing contently as the small shower room filled with steam. She was so thankful for the hot water, having previously thought it might have gone out.

Finishing and stepping out of the showers, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked into the lockers to dress. Having done so, she stood in the foggy room and clipped up her hair, enjoying the steam on her face. She'd come out in just a few minutes, she just wanted to stay there for a small while. Having no idea that someone else was in her little sanctuary, she almost fell when a pair of arms laced themselves around her slim waist, restraining her arms.

"Hey there pretty girl." cooed a frimillar voice.

"What?! Who the hell...?" Wait, those gloves, that rough material. She'd felt it before... "Colonel?!" One of the ashy smelling gloves was clamped over her mouth.

"Who else?" hissed the voice.

She struggled against his leather coat, trying to pull away. What in hell was he doing? And why the hell was he doing it? Wait, leather? Her eyes widened as she began to struggle harder. The Colonel hadn't been wearing his leather jacket! Damnit, there was no letting go! In a resort to getting the hand away from her mouth, Riza bit hard into the cloth covering. As her mouth and body was freed, she moved up against the farthest wall then screamed loud and hard.

"Homunculus!"

A/N: I am ebil, so ebil for cliffies. Fear my cliffy power for it totally owns. Heh. Its 3:00AM, I'm very hyper (three cups of coffee). Very spaztic, I can't type very well at all right now. Thank you to whoever had the right chapter thing, I forget who so Hayate plushies to everyone. I'm already planning stuff for the sequel, yay.

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