"Zach-ee!" Cya said as she appeared out of the doorway holding a tray of food. "The old lady said to give this to you." She said, placing the tray on Zachary's lap and went back to close the door. Running over to his side, Cya sat down on the steps. They were both in front of a little shabby in, facing the crowded streets somewhere by the boarder of Amestris. This certain part of town was fair in it's wealth and over all slightly crowded being that it was the busy main street. The old lady who ran the little Inn welcomed Cya and Zachary in a few days ago, completely unaware who they were. "Hey, Zach-ee." Said Cya, looking over at him not eating his food. She wouldn't say anything else about that though, knowing that he didn't like it when she pestered him about his health. "How long are we staying here?"

"Hm." Responded Zachary, which normally meant he didn't know. In fact, he didn't know at all why they were here or how long they would be staying. That's what he didn't like about serving in the military, they never told you much. His orders: 'Be stationed in Amestris, try not to attract attention'. Well, harder then said. Being as scary as he was he got plenty of weird looks already. He sighed, and took a bite out of the food Cya had just given him. He wouldn't want her to start pestering him about his health.

"Sounds fine to me," she replied, her gaze drifting along the hallway. "I'll meet you outside the cafeteria door." With a small nod to her subordinate, the president started down the hall.

Havoc gave a small, involuntary jump as the phone began to ring. He leaned forward and picked it up, holding it to his ear. "General Mustang's office," he said in a bored tone.

Devi paused as someone answered, realizing almost immediately who the voice belonged to. She composed her thoughts, took a deep breath and replied, "Lt. Havoc, is that you? The General hasn't returned?"

As she waited for him to reply, her mind raced worriedly. She needed to ask him about his conversation with the West Commander.

What did she ask him? What did he say? Did he rat her out? These questions plagued her mind, causing her heart to race.


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Armstrong wasted no time returning to his office, knowing better than to keep the Fuhrer waiting. He retrieved a replacement jacket, something he always kept multiples of in stock, and adorned it with ease.

Then, he headed towards the cafeteria at a fast pace, greeting the Fuhrer as he met her at the doors.

"My apologies for the wait, sir. Shall we go in," he said, opening the door with a respectful dip of his head.

It was her! "Aw, come on, you know that I'm the one you really wanted to talk to," Havoc teased, before adding in a more serious tone, "Although actually you just missed him. But hey, speaking to me is just as good as speaking to General Mustang."

"Thank you, Lt. Col.," the Fuhrer said, stepping into the cafeteria. As if it had been planned, there was a wave of blue as most of the soldiers in the room stood and saluted.

"As you were," Alyss said loudly, stepping into the line. The servers stared at her for a second, looking slightly surprised, before picking up plates.

"What would you like, sir?" one of them said, looking prepared to dash back into the kitchen and ready whatever she desired.

"I would like what you are serving," she replied, giving a nearly imperceptible shake of her head. Perhaps it would have been better just to eat out like she usually did.

Frowning, he caught the word disappearences as the solution settled, Oh good, they are getting down to business. He smiled as he picked up a vial of liquid that he poured down his mouth, the sweet taste of coffee slid down his throat. Cmon, get talking I have a meeting to tend to later.

Well, isn't he full of himself, Devi thought dryly, raising an eyebrow. But he has a point...

"Actually, you're right. I did want to talk to you, Lieutenant," she replied softly, nervously.

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Armstrong watched on amusedly as the surrounding officers respectfully greeted the Fuhrer.

Everyone became so straight-laced, uptight, at her arrival. Looking at her, he hid a smile and continued to observe how the others reacted.

He followed her silently, ordering when asked and then awaiting the Fuhrer's instruction on where to sit.

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"Hm...nothing aside from the rumors circulating throughout Central. You know, the mindless gossip spread among fellow soldiers," Mustang replied calmly.

"... Really?" he asked, sounding somewhat pleased.


"Hmm..." The Fuhrer glanced around, finally spotting an empty table and starting toward it. She sank down into the seat, ignoring the looks of her subordinates, and starting picking at the food.

"How has your family been, Lt. Col. Armstrong?" she asked once her mouth was empty.

"Um...yes?" Devi answered timidly at first. Then, with a relieving breath, she continued, "You spoke to the West Commander, right? What did you tell her? Please, I have to know."

She then paused and added softly, "Did you...tell on me?"

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Alex took a seat across from the Fuhrer. He glanced down at his food, looked up at the Fuhrer and replied warmly, "They are doing marvelously well. Thank you for asking, sir."

While the faces of people passed by on the more-crowded streets, Sloth tried to avoid whatever gazes he might get. He always felt a bit out of place with people, even around people like himself. Such as Gluttony, which he was actually pretty afraid of. I wonder if we gunna be there sooner he though, looking over to Pride. Well, of course, Pride knew but Sloth was a bit afraid to ask. As the old truck rode by, Sloth perked his head back up just in time to see a small reddish haired girl stare at the truck. To which he put his head down immediately.

Cya's eyes followed an old worn down truck that loudly moved along the crowded road. The sight of this kind of vehicle made her laugh a little, which some people in the military back home always commented on how it sounded like music.

"I didn't tell her that you wanted to speak to General Mustang if that's what you're asking," he told her, now positive that something was wrong. "Actually, the commander believes that you're having a secret relationship over the phone with a Lt. Falman."

"Good, good," she said softly (so as to escape the range of others' ears), taking another bite of her food.

Pride noted the other homunculus' movements, wondering what it was that had caught his attention. "What have you seen, Sloth?" he asked.

"Sure. Seems perfectly plausible to me," Havoc replied.

"No problem," he said, wondering just what was happening in West City HQ that she would have to be so secretive. Before he got to that, however... "Although I think that you should tell me your name, so we'll be even."