Chapter 18: Snooping
Reason number thirty-eight why Roy Mustang hated paperwork; if your pen ran out of ink it takes longer to finish. It takes even longer when you don't have another pen anywhere in your office.
"I know the Lieutenant has a spare," the colonel mumbled as he stood up and exited his office.
Compared to his Hawkeye's office was like a walk in closet with a window. The small room contained a desk, two file cabinets and smelled like gunpowder. The only thing missing from the office was the woman who occupied it.
"I'm sure she won't mind me borrowing a pen," he said to himself as he opened the top drawer of her desk. But a pen wasn't the only thing he found; the drawer also contained a freshly cleaned Berretta 9mm handgun.
'How many of these things does she have lying around?" he wondered as he took out a pen and closed the drawer.
Then after looking to make sure there wasn't anyone around he opened another drawer and found a Browning Hi-Power, which was also a 9mm.
"Damn" he muttered as he closed that drawer and reached for another. Just as he was pulling it open he was startled by a familiar voice.
"Are you snooping through my stuff colonel?" asked a slightly ticked off Lt. Hawkeye.
"Define snooping…."
"Snooping- going through one's personal property with out their knowledge or consent." Answered Falman, whose head popped thought the doorway just long enough to answer.
"Maybe just a little….I needed a pen," he said trying to sound innocent.
She wasn't buying it. "Do you want to cook for yourself tonight?"
He shook his head.
"Well then stay out of my stuff and get back to work."
He immediately started out of the office but paused at the door to ask "You house at seven?"
She nodded.
Once he was out of her hearing range he let out a great sigh of relief. Riza's cooking was much better than take out.