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Hawkeye had watched as Holmes began to walk away. By his posture she could tell he had more to say so she waited still in her at ease stance. As the Pvt turned back to face her she cocked her brow and listened to him. So a hidden message was it. The Private knew she hated black coffee. The bottom of the pot bit had been clever. Hawkeye nodded, "Thank you Pvt. That was thoughtful of you. Next time I take Cream and two sugar with my coffee. That will be all." Feeling a small bit impressed by the Pvt Hawkeye did something she rarely did to subordinates and saluted the young man. She couldn't be sure, but she though she could see the tips of his ears turn beet red. Hawkeye shook her head and turned away from the retreating Pvt and considered the paper cup sitting on her desk. Walking over to her desk hawkeye she picked up the cup and emptied it into the flowerpot outside her window. Immediately the flower wilted a bit. The coffee from the diner really was bad. Looking at the bottom of the cup Hawkeye noticed small writing etched into the bottom. An address and what appeared to be a pack of cigarettes. Hawkeye nodded to herself. Clever and impressive using alchemy to burn the address and symbol into the paper bottom was a good move. This Pvt was full of surprises. perhapse he would be a useful tool in getting through everything going on. Hawkeye considered the symbol. Cigarettes. Hmmm. That had to be Havoc. The man smoked like a fiend. As to the address She could only figure a secure location. Given the fact that the government and military had been taken from the top down by the homonculi it was reasonable to assume that Holmes was worried about her. That was sweet. Un necessary but sweet.
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Ed took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Mustang is a pompous @$$ bag and the only thing he is good for in my opinion is approving my research fees. Ed sighed and looked up at his younger brother, but perhapse you are right. He always seems to know more than what he lets on. Look at what he did on our first trip to Central. He deliberatly put us on that train. Anyway, he might have something of use for us.

Hawkeye gave a Holmes a flip of her wrist in acknowledgment of the salute, but didn't return the gesture. Instead she squinted down at a sheet of paper with that days duty roster. Without looking up she address Holmes with her usual crip and clipt tone. "You are supposed to Report to Mustang." Hawkeye looked up at Holmes and raised a brow. "Aren't we a lucky one? It looks as though you have some fun in your future." Hawkeye lowers her clipboard and cocks her head a bit as she relaxes into her normal at ease stance. "Are you familiar with the situation at Ft. Briggs? I assume you have some information after all you never go home. All you do is work." Hawkey narrows her eyes at Holmes. "If you don't watch it you will turn into a second Roy. Not that that is a bad thing." Hawkeye let a brief smile cross her lips and unusually it actually reached her Eyes. "Anyway. If you aren't familiar with the situations the get familiar with it. We need you and we don't have time for unimformed bunggling idoits.
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Ed looked down and shook his fists balled and vein pulsed in his forhead. Speaking slowly through his teeth Ed didn't turn to face Al. "Who are you say is to short that if he wanted to he would have to have the girl on her knees to reach with pole." Ed Turned around and growled at Al. I don't visit home because We still haven't found a way to get our bodies back. Once we do we will return home. As for Winry. She has nothing to do with why we don't go home often. Besides the last thing I want is a wrench to the side of my head. She would take a look at my arm and try to tear me apart.