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Stryke watched her go, shaking her head again.
"Afey Stryke!" Mustang barked from his office.
Stryke had a feeling that she wouldn't come out as well off as Kaieri.
She walked into the office, sitting down in the chair in front of Mustang's desk.
"Alright. Let's get right to the point. Why did you attempt to steal my watch?"
Stryke lifted one shoulder in half a shrug.
Mustang shook hi head.
"You're just like Rommel. You don't know how to answer properly. Great."
Stryke smirked slightly.
"IF you want the truth, I tried to steal it so I could sell it to the dirty little merchants in the slums. It's shiny. They like shiny things. It would fetch a hefty price."
Mustang sighed.
"You enjoy being difficult, don't you?" He asked.
Stryke nodded , grinning. "Yup."
"Well, you get to reimburse me for your being difficult," he responded with a slow smirk.
Stryke blinked, taken aback by the Colonel's overly confident tone.
"What?"
"You have a heft bill to pay for your mutt trashing my office," Mustang answered.
Pausing for a moment, Mustang reached into his desk, pulling out a small slip of paper and a pen.
He scribbled something on the piece of paper, then handed it to Stryke.
"What's this?" Stryke asked as she looked at it. It was a very lard number, whatever it was.
"It's a bill."
"For what?"
"It's all the money that you owe me for the repairs to my office and the others areas you destroyed with your menace of a dog."
Stryke's eyes widened with surprise.
"What?!"
"Well, since you're an alchemist, confining you would probably just allow you to escape again. So I figured that with your funding you could pay us back for the damages."
"How come Rommel got off scot free and I have to pay a HUGE fine?!" Stryke demanded angrily.
"Well, Kaieri was only chasing a cat. The can't didn't anything, unlike your mutt. And finally, she didn't attempt to steal my watch, twice."
Stryke growled low in her throat. "So! It's just a watch!" Stryke said loudly.
"No…it's not just a watch," Roy said coolly, causing Stryke to back down immediately.
"It symbolizes my being a State Alchemist, my position in the military. By stealing that watch, you were disrespecting me , my position, and my rank."
Stryke looked at him, eyes wide. His attitude had changed drastically, and she didn't like it.
She shook her head. No. She wouldn't back down.
Her eyes narrowed a bit as she glared at him, a scowl slowly forming.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to 'disrespect' you."
Mustang's gaze was sharp and cool, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise up.
She shivered slightly, but it was barely noticeable. Mustang had looked away by then.
"I'll expect the payment immediately. Until you pay the fine, I'll have you followed everywhere. Dismissed."
Mustang swiveled his chair around to face the window, ignoring her.
Stryke glare at the back of the chair, then stalked out of the room.
She hated going to the bank. It was a cruel fate of one who had an inheritance. Damned military and their expensive furniture.
Blaming Rory…the nerve.