NC Ace: Whoowee. Four reviews! Oh well...that's fine... Sorry for the short replies. I'm just tired.
TheBlondeWriter: Thanks for the lil' tidbit!
Winry the Alchemist: Lol. TheBlondeWriter Corrected me and now I know that Riza is short for Elizabeth! and heck, I was surprised too.
Apparition7: Thank you. Fancy's not a common word of my vocabulary, so thank you. So much.
EdxWinry: Thankies.
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5. That was how many times she practiced her sharpshooting skills in the course of a week.
5 times, 5 days a week, 5 days a week threatening the men in the office to finish their work then shooting at them.
Today, Friday. The fifth day of the week, Roy Mustang finished all his work. For the first time in the course of the yar, he was able to finally look at anyone in front of his desk.
"Nice job sir."
"Yes, thank you. But you remember the bet we made, haven't you?" The colonel replied with too evil a smirk. At the mention, the first lieutenant cringed.
Monday. First day of the five day work week. Elizabeth "Riza" Hawkeye slammed open the door, immediately dashing into her seat.
"Good morning, First Lieutenant Hawkeye.What paperwork do I have today?"
"209 pages of authority, 10 documents of significant requests, and 56 measures of standards...along with 15 fan letters."
"Oh goodie." Roy grumbled. "This is more work than last week! Maybe if you showed off your legs, all of us would be able to finish!"
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
Five gunshots.