Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Business as Usual ❯ Letter of Displeasure ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Amaya Embrill 
What they find at the address Hughes gave them isn't quite what they expected.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.04.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 857 | Visits: 398 | Status: Completed
What they find at the address Hughes gave them isn't quite what they expected.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.04.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 857 | Visits: 398 | Status: Completed
Hello again! Here's the new chapter. Sorry the update took a long time. I was having trouble with Nathaniel...he's not happy with me for making him stay behind. Anyways. Please enjoy the new chapter and as always reviews are requested and flames welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.
“Hey, sir. Mind if I ask you something?” He let out a breath of smoke as he walked, holding the cigarette in one hand. Roy eyed him hesitantly, before nodding.
“Presuming that you don’t persist in being an annoyance, I don’t see why not.” Havoc took another long drag, letting it out slowly before continuing.
“If Major Blackman is too close to the situation to be trusted to keep his cool, then why are you here, sir?” Roy looked at him, irritation evident in his dark eyes.
“First Lieutenant Hawkeye is my subordinate and therefore my responsibility to protect.” Roy kept his gaze forward as he spoke, his steps sounding heavily on the concrete.
“That’s not what I meant, sir. Everyone in the office knows how you feel about…” Roy cut him off, glaring a head of him as they continued walking.
“That’s enough, Lieutenant.” Havoc shrugged, moving along beside the Colonel as they navigated the next street toward Talsi’s home.
They went the rest of the way in silence, Havoc walking next to the Colonel wondering what he was thinking. Roy for his part had his mind on Riza. He kept thinking over in his mind how he had left things with her. Was she still angry with him? Was she even thinking of that as he was? What was happening to her? Would he be able to protect her as she had him so many times before? As they approached the address, Roy quickened his pace without realizing it.
Rounding the fence line, they turned and saw a small single story home, overgrown in weeds and vines that crisscrossed the sides. The grass in the yard had grown up to the men’s waists, making it difficult to traverse the yard. They stepped onto the crumbling wooden porch, the boards underneath them creaking angrily in protest to the unaccustomed weight they were being forced to bare. The screening in the outer door had fallen from the framework long ago, leaving it open and gaping like empty eyes.
They pushed the front door open on its rusty hinges and stepped cautiously into the empty house. Havoc stayed close to Roy’s side, knowing if anything happened to the Colonel he would be a dead man when they got Hawkeye back. Roy had his hands in his pockets, each gloved in the deadly reactive cloth that made him the renowned war hero. They moved through the entry way to the main part of the house, stepping lightly as the walked, hoping to leave their presence unknown for a while.
Roy signaled for Havoc to search the back of the house while he continued to look around the front of the building. Havoc shook his head, signaling that he would remain with the Colonel because he didn’t want to die. Roy frowned but nodded his consent; he understood. No one wanted to be the target of Riza’s wrath. Silently they walked into the small den in the rear of the house, a small piece of paper fluttering around the room in the light breeze blowing through the missing windows. Roy bent down and picked it up, snapping his fingers to create a small flame in the dim light.
My, my, Colonel Mustang. It seems you have been doing your homework. I’m sure Ms. Hawkeye would be pleased to know that. I am sorry to inform you that you are however incorrect as to her whereabouts. Forgive me if I’m not so dumb as to bring her to the only address you have on me. Remember your deadline, Colonel. I can’t ensure her safety much longer.
Roy clenched his fist in anger, crumbling the note in his gloved hand. He moved the fire he was controlling with his right hand to the paper, igniting it and watching it burn to ash. He dropped it to the floor, stepping on the feeble flame to extinguish it, before turning to Havoc, who had been reading over his shoulder.
“Let’s go, Lieutenant.” Havoc looked at him curiously.
“Sir, shouldn’t we…”
“Now, Havoc, before I send this whole DAMN house up in flames.”
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.
Chapter 8
The black civilian car pulled to a halt two blocks from its intended destination, the two officers stepping out, no longer in uniform, and began moving in the direction of the address Roy had hastily scribbled on a piece of paper. Havoc was lighting a cigarette, shielding the flame of his lighter with one hand as he stepped beside the Colonel.“Hey, sir. Mind if I ask you something?” He let out a breath of smoke as he walked, holding the cigarette in one hand. Roy eyed him hesitantly, before nodding.
“Presuming that you don’t persist in being an annoyance, I don’t see why not.” Havoc took another long drag, letting it out slowly before continuing.
“If Major Blackman is too close to the situation to be trusted to keep his cool, then why are you here, sir?” Roy looked at him, irritation evident in his dark eyes.
“First Lieutenant Hawkeye is my subordinate and therefore my responsibility to protect.” Roy kept his gaze forward as he spoke, his steps sounding heavily on the concrete.
“That’s not what I meant, sir. Everyone in the office knows how you feel about…” Roy cut him off, glaring a head of him as they continued walking.
“That’s enough, Lieutenant.” Havoc shrugged, moving along beside the Colonel as they navigated the next street toward Talsi’s home.
They went the rest of the way in silence, Havoc walking next to the Colonel wondering what he was thinking. Roy for his part had his mind on Riza. He kept thinking over in his mind how he had left things with her. Was she still angry with him? Was she even thinking of that as he was? What was happening to her? Would he be able to protect her as she had him so many times before? As they approached the address, Roy quickened his pace without realizing it.
Rounding the fence line, they turned and saw a small single story home, overgrown in weeds and vines that crisscrossed the sides. The grass in the yard had grown up to the men’s waists, making it difficult to traverse the yard. They stepped onto the crumbling wooden porch, the boards underneath them creaking angrily in protest to the unaccustomed weight they were being forced to bare. The screening in the outer door had fallen from the framework long ago, leaving it open and gaping like empty eyes.
They pushed the front door open on its rusty hinges and stepped cautiously into the empty house. Havoc stayed close to Roy’s side, knowing if anything happened to the Colonel he would be a dead man when they got Hawkeye back. Roy had his hands in his pockets, each gloved in the deadly reactive cloth that made him the renowned war hero. They moved through the entry way to the main part of the house, stepping lightly as the walked, hoping to leave their presence unknown for a while.
Roy signaled for Havoc to search the back of the house while he continued to look around the front of the building. Havoc shook his head, signaling that he would remain with the Colonel because he didn’t want to die. Roy frowned but nodded his consent; he understood. No one wanted to be the target of Riza’s wrath. Silently they walked into the small den in the rear of the house, a small piece of paper fluttering around the room in the light breeze blowing through the missing windows. Roy bent down and picked it up, snapping his fingers to create a small flame in the dim light.
My, my, Colonel Mustang. It seems you have been doing your homework. I’m sure Ms. Hawkeye would be pleased to know that. I am sorry to inform you that you are however incorrect as to her whereabouts. Forgive me if I’m not so dumb as to bring her to the only address you have on me. Remember your deadline, Colonel. I can’t ensure her safety much longer.
Roy clenched his fist in anger, crumbling the note in his gloved hand. He moved the fire he was controlling with his right hand to the paper, igniting it and watching it burn to ash. He dropped it to the floor, stepping on the feeble flame to extinguish it, before turning to Havoc, who had been reading over his shoulder.
“Let’s go, Lieutenant.” Havoc looked at him curiously.
“Sir, shouldn’t we…”
“Now, Havoc, before I send this whole DAMN house up in flames.”