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Havok sighed, arms full of bags of food as he walked behind the other men, still trying to hold onto his gun. The halls were so eerily quiet since they had quit their talking some time ago to listen for any movement. 'God this silence is driving me up a wall.' he though, the sounds of his mind the only thing keeping him from losing it and turning his gun on someone.

Although he was quite absorbed in his thoughts singing some song about a banana phone he'd heard, he did catch the small sound behind them. Turning immediately, gun drawn and safety clicked off.

"Second Lieutenent Havok!"

They men sighed, guns clicked back on as a small group of soldiers approached them. There were three of them. A short man with brown hair. A fat, bald man. And lastly, a raven haired woman. They stood straight and saluted, the brown haired man stepping forward.

"Corpolar Sergei Haufman, Private Herald Berean and Privat Germain Schkeller, sir."

"At ease." Havok told them, looking them over. 'Didn't Hawkeye say that everyone would have gone home?' he wondered. "How long have you three been here?"

"Since this storm started, sir. Two other privates and a Sergeant have been stuck here as well. Are there others, sir?" asked Private Germain, the woman.

"Yes, Colonel Mustang and First Lieutenent Hawkeye as well as a kid we're babysitting." he answered.

"Thank God we aren't alone in this place." the bald one, Berean, spoke up, sighing with relief.

"Right," Havok intervened before they could speak again, not wanting to hear them whine and waste time. "I want you three to go get the others you mentioned then come immediately to the colonel's office. If anything happens, scream." he ordered them. They saluted and were off. Everyone let out a sigh.

"Where the hell did they come from?" Breda asked as they started walking again.

Roy was ever so grateful when he and Riza reached the office with the terrified Elysia. He opened the door and the quickly shuffled inside, locking the door. Turning around, he saw Hawkeye plop down on the couch, sighing with relief and she pulled the shaking girl closer. He too sat down, pulling his spiny chair closer to the couch.

"Mi-miss Riza?" Elysia quivered. "What was that? What happened?" she asked quietly, eyes teary.

"Just a bad man." was her answer as amber eyes softened. "But don't worry, Hun, he's not after you. Its alright." she said, wiping away the tears in the child's eyes.

"But he's after you isn't he? I heard Uncle Roy say he gave you a needle!"

"He might be, but I'll fight him off. So its alright, you just need to sleep." she whispered, pulling her back up to her, stroking the girl's hair until her breathes were even and she was finally asleep.

The sudden feeling of a blanket over her caused Riza to look up at her superior officer who was sitting back in his chair calmly.

"Your pretty good with kids, Riza." he told her, his dark eyes closing.

"Thank you, sir."

"Roy? Riza?" Breda called as he fiddled with the door knob. There was a curse, a thud and a door roughly opened to reveal a disgruntled looking Mustang.

"Damnit you guys! " he hissed lowly. "Elysia is sleeping! Be quiet and get in here!"

After the four men were shoved into the room and the door was locked again, they spoke and laid down the food on the desks.

"Sir, we found a few others walking around." Kain said quietly.

"What? I thought everyone had gone home." Roy scratched his head.

"Maybe they got caught up in their work?" Falman suggested.

"Maybe. Where are they then?" the Colonel sighed.

"On there way, with the rest of their little camp." Havok answered, digging through the bags food. He pulling out bread, cans of beer nuts and carmel corn. He smirked wildly and held up a rather large bottle of whisky. The Colonel immediately grabbed it, set out the crappy glasses that they had brought and poured it generously.

"As long as we're stuck here, we may as well have some fun." he said, taking a swig.

"Amen." the other men laughed, joining in.

An hour and a bottle and a half later, the men were giggling and playing cards, telling dirty jokes and stories. None of them were aware of the First Lieutenant watching them while holding the soundly sleeping girl. Riza hadn't had any of the alcohol, not ever fancying its taste. No, she wanted to be sober in case trouble or a 'scary dream' should arise. She sighed, rubbing one eye tiredly. A plop beside her made her alert of the Colonel sitting down on the couch with her.

"Hey Riza, you gonna join in anytime?" he asked, eyes turning to the slightly drunk men.

"No, I don't have the mouth for whisky." she answered.

"Alright then." he sighed, as if slightly saddened by he decline. After a few minutes he spoke again. "Where the heck are those guys you met in the halls?"

"Dunno, maybe they got lost." Breda mumbled. "Lets hid this when they get here." he pointed to the bottles. This sent most of them laughing and agreeing.

"So Riza, your arm, how does it feel?" Roy asked, taking a swig from his glass. He looked over to see her eyes close.

"Its fine, just stinging a bit."

"I know what'll make it stop."

"And whats that?" She looked up at him only to have the glass handed to her.

"Whisky." he answered simply, earning a sigh.

"I told you, I don't like the taste." she pushed his hand away.

"Fine then, they got other drinks too." he said, grabbing the bag and digging through it. He pulled up smaller bottle, filled with a clear liquid.

"And what are you trying to tempt me with now, sir?"

"Plum wine. Just try a little bit." he said, taking down the last of his whisky to fill the glass with this new drink.

"Sir, I don't want any." she said.

"If you wont do it willingly, then as your commanding officer I order you to at least try it." he handed her the glass. "If your going to call me formally, I'll act like your superior."

"If you'll leave me alone about it then fine." she sighed,taking the glass, quickly taking a sip.

"So?" he asked, waiting.

"Its good. Strong though." she said, taking another sip then passing it back to him.

"See? I have good taste when it comes to this." he laughed, taking and drinking from the glass. His eyes scanned the room, watching the oil lamps he'd put on earlier as they flickered. He had almost dozed off when a shuffling sound came from his desk. Opening his eyes to see something new placed on his paperwork. No one seemed to notice it. Standing, he waked over to see, being ever curious, that it was a neatly sealed message. "An envelope?" he mumbled, catching his female subordinates's ear.

"Sir?" he heard her ask, turning to see her standing and walking over.

"I found this on my desk just now." he said, finger tearing it open.

A/N: Ohh, whats in the envelope? Is everyone going to get drunk off that whisky? Am I insane? Why do I ask so many questions? All but the last two will be answered in the next chapter. Yay. Sorry for the long wait. Lots of work. Lots of stuff to do. And a hell of alot of confusion. Ha. Gimmie a chocolate chip cookie and I'll give you the next chapter.

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