Chapter Six
Roy's POV
Riza was going to shot me. I know this specifically because I messed up with Shane, or did I? I don't even know anymore. She doesn't need to know this right now, she'll find out soon enough. Right now all I need is to know why Fullmetal is leaving so soon without my orders. I flash my watch at the front gate and entered headquarters, intent on finding answers. I passed many officers, each whispering to themselves about how erotic Shane's dancing was. I ignored all of them, intent on making it to my office without snapping at them. I didn't fully understand it myself. I rejected Shane's advances, so I have no right to be jealous. But if Shane was Edward, I had every right to feel that way. My feelings always ran deeply for Edward, but even I did not realize how deep they actually ran. Who am I kidding, I know that Shane is Edward, there are too may clues to ignore. Deep down I think I knew since I first saw him walk on that stage. I need to deal with this later; I have a certain sniper to question.
At this point I found myself outside my office. I opened the door and headed straight for Riza's desk. Everyone was in the room doing their work, not noticing my entrance. "Riza, can you come into my office, I have some questions for you." I walked into my office and motioned for Riza to close the door behind her. It was only after I set in my chair that she decided to talk. "What is it Colonel?" She asked. "Fullmetal is being sent back to that club in South Central. I want to know who gave him these orders since I didn't and he is under my command." She proceeded to fidget where she stood. What's going on, Riza never fidgets. "Well Sir, it was ordered by the Furor. In fact, you have an order here as well to meet Fullmetal there in a few days. You will be taking some of Fullmetal's duties while he focuses on getting closer to the boss. It is believed that the club owner is the only contact to a serial killer that is believed to be in that area. Your train is set to leave at 0600 tomorrow morning. Sir, can I ask a personal question?" This must be why she was fidgeting. Of course Riza, you always have permission to speak freely when it's just us." "How did your date with Shane go?" I looked at her oddly. "That is your question? Well, it went fine, he tried to make me forget about Ed and be with him, I refused and he said I passed the test. Then he mentioned that he and Fullmetal were heading back to the club, and he left." After hearing this she smiled. "Very good sir." She proceeded to drop a stack of papers on my desk. "Now Colonel, I suggest you get started on your paperwork if you want to get home at a decent time to pack." She walked out the door and shut it behind her again. As I started signing the paperwork, I let my mind wonder of this new development.
So the Furor sent Fullmetal to South Central; this serial killer must be causing a lot of trouble. And to have two state alchemists on a mission, this can't be good. Hopefully I'll get a chance to get things worked out with Edward before the proverbial, inevitable shit hits the fan.
"Colonel, wake up!" I jumped, realizing my head was laying on my desk. Crap, I'll need to do that paperwork again, I drooled all over it. I saw it was past quitting time after I looked out the door at my subordinates empty desks. "How long was I out Hawkeye?" She looked like she was trying not to laugh. "Long enough Sir. You might want to get home to pack and take care of other…. important matters." Why did she hesitate? "What other important matters are you talking about? The only thing I have to do tonight is pack." She broke out in laughed at hearing this. "Sir, look down." I lowered my head to see what she was talking about. "Shit, when did that happen?" By this point she was in tears from laughing so hard. "I believe it happened a few minutes ago Sir. You're lucky that the others were gone by then, otherwise they would have known about your crush on Shane and Edward. You talk in your sleep you know…. Well, more than talk actually." Crap, of all the times to have one of those dreams. Calm down, think of something totally unappealing…Dead puppies, dead puppies.1 I can feel my problem receding. "Thanks for waking me up, you can go home now." I stood and walked over and grabbed my jacket off the coat rack, intent on a strategic retreat from this embarrassing situation. "Oh Sir, before you go, you need to meet with Edward at the hotel next to the club tomorrow night. He will brief you on the situation." I waved my thanks and left the office altogether.