Author's Note: And here is the long awaited chapter two! I am dead now. Night!
2. Never complain about your uniform it could definitely be worse.
It was a few minutes after noon. The sun was high and sparkling off of the dummy buildings that had been constructed by Southern Headquarter's alchemists, not more than four hours ago. A group of soldiers waited at the beginning of their course for the commander to show up. He were late and no one was surprised. Roy Mustang like to make an entrance and a battle simulation wasn't going to be any different. So, as everyone stood and talked, Lieutenants Havoc and Breda and Edward Elric were checking things out. Havoc played with one of the modified guns, hanging on the wall. He pulled pieces off, inspecting them, and then started messing with the paint filled ammunition. Breda and Ed were near him pulling vests and coverings out of a large tin.
"I hope we don't have to wear these, I won't be able to move." Ed said trying a vest on. The one he grabbed was about twice his size and the hooks and straps hanging from it, nearly touched the ground. Havoc and Breda looked up and laughed. Breda pulled out a substantially smaller vest and held it out for Edward to take once he took the other one off.
"I think this one is for you." The younger alchemist snatched the vest from his hand and held it up for inspection. It was made different than the others. The Velcro still closed on the front of it but it had four open holes for the arms, at least that's what Ed thought they were for. The buckles and straps were nonexistent and the pockets were on the back instead of the front, like the others. The young alchemist turned it over a few times.
"Who the hell would be able to wear this, a dog?" The pair of lieutenants laughed again before Breda spoke up.
"It is fitting. We are dogs of the military."
"I have a hundred on Hayate joining us." Havoc said.
Breda nodded. "Me too." Edward shook his head. "There is no way that they would let a dog in here."
"Don't be so sure about that, kid. The challenge did call for Mustangs best soldiers."
"I still don't think that would happen." He thought about it for a minute. "You're on." Breda and Havoc exchanged a glance and Havoc smirked, reached his hand out to the younger blond, and shook his hand.
"I'm going to feel bad taking money from a kid."
"Hey!" Breda exclaimed, pulling something white from the bottom of the tin, and holding it up for the other two to look at. It was a pair of coveralls, long sleeved and plain white. Something that, if worn, would make you stick out like a sore thumb in the arena. "I wonder who this is for."
Ed smiled. "It looks like they were made for you."
A little bit o' Team Mustang banter. Just because it's fun! Thanks for reading. Review if you have a chance! (please)