Fuery was the 'Comm Man.'
On any 'special' mission, once the team had left Eastern Command, Fuery had 28 minutes to set up communication between Mustang and the field ops. Surfing through static lines, finding the proper secure line was like fine tuning a piano.
But Fuery had perfect pitch.
Got it. He smirked to himself, glancing down at his watch. 17:43, a new record. He heard Havoc and Hawkeye speaking in low tones about proper hand position and wrist movement. Fuery ripped off his headset, preparing for the Lieutenant Colonel. He'd give Havoc and Hawkeye a little more time to swap tips-he'd barely gotten through his own combat training and wouldn't have been able to follow their conversation anyways.
It was another 5:12 seconds before hew as ready for Mustang. He picked up his headset, adjusting it slightly, opening his mouth to declare they were live when he heard Havoc's agitated voice.
"Well you we're bitching about it last night."
"I'm not bitching about it now." Hawkeye didn't sound right. Her voice was softer-almost feminine like.
"I just don't understand why if you didn't like the rotation you didn't just say something."
"It's not that I didn't..." Hawkeye sighed. "It's more..." she paused again, as if searching for the right words.
"Pleasurable." Havoc supplied.
"...Yes..." Hawkeye sounded a bit indecisive. "That if you rotate your hips a little less. More linear movements than curved." the last words were spoken quickly. Fuery had a feeling they weren't talking about combat techniques.
Havoc chuckled. "Your face is red."
"Shut it, Jean."
Fuery stared at the radio.
"Anything else you'd like to chastise me about? We only have a few minutes before everyone else shows up."
It was Hawkeye's turn to chuckle. "I have to show you."
The line went quiet as Fuery slowly removed his headset, staring at the crease where the wall meets the floor in front of him. The way Hawkeye said those last words made it...made it..
Well, it made Hawkeye sound like a girl.
It made Fuery squirm slightly.
Suddenly, like a storm of fire and flames, the door burst open and Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang barged in. "Are we live yet Sergeant Fuery?!"
Fuery fumbled with his headset. "Ye-ye-yes! We we-we're live!" He said loud enough that whatever that was Havoc and Hawkeye were talking about would get off his line.
"You're late Sergeant." Hawkeye's voice had returned to normal. It clipped and sounded slightly agitated. It slightly unnerved Fuery.
Fuery checked his watch: 29:15.
Breda's voices carried a bit of static as he laughed-Breda was almost out of the city.
"Naw, Fuery was right on time."