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Some reflections, while Hawkeye cleans her guns.
She liked her guns. Killing made her reluctant to eat for a day or two, but the guns themselves were clean and precise and definite at all times.
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The husband and wife conspiracy team.
Maas folded his arms around her, beaming. "I'm so lucky," he sighed. "Not only is my wife beautiful, smart, sweet and amazing, she's also the best secret agent I've ever seen."
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Lisa gets some good advice from Gracia.
Lisa set down the teacups with a bit more force than necessary. "I'm not heartbroken over anything."
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What does a career soldier do when he loses his career? And what do his friends do about him?
Roy's past slid through his fingers into a box: a folded "portrait" of him, product of Elysia's first finger paints; a box with his captain's insignia—so that's where it had gone; two letter openers, one of them an old knife of Hughes'.
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Lisa gives her old job the boot, much to the puzzlement of those around her.
When General Hakuro popped out of an office right in their path Lisa knew he'd been waiting for them, and tensed. There were a lot of unpleasant ways this meeting could go, and she could tell by the number of teeth in Hakuro's smile that he had at least one of them in mind.
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Roy recovers and Lisa keeps watch.
Hawkeye crossed one slippered foot over her knee and rubbed her toes. "I should have kept you at my apartment longer," she said with some asperity. "At least I could walk across my guest room without tripping over anything."
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Once More...Dear Friends: Prologue
Roy wakes up in the hospital.
Roy woke far more slowly than usual, which would have been his first clue that something was wrong, had he needed a clue.
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Scar's experience at Lior, and after.
The world was red. Red with blood. Red with pain clawing through his body. Red with the light rising around him. He watched it brighten, growing as each breath slowed, until one last breath felt like it wasn't air any more.
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Lust comes looking for Greed before things heat up. They get to know each other a little.
He was tall and built more powerfully than most of them. And he held himself differently. He draped himself against the air, with none of the tension she was used to seeing in her own kind. Insouciance wrapped around him, from the pointed toes of his boots to the furred collar of his vest. He could really have been human.
The thought lasted until he turned, and she caught his eyes.
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Roy and Gracia discuss some difficult plans.
Gracia Hughes had been blessed with an innocent face. It had served her well, as the wife of an investigator. She had also been blessed with a sharp mind, which had served her even better, as the wife of Maas Hughes, in particular.
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Ed reflects on the similarities between Izumi and Roy.
Black hair; dark eyes narrowed consideringly at the world; pale skin; long, thin lips; long, winged brows; round face and pointed chin and high cheekbones. And the name echoing through his mind hadn't been Roy Mustang, but Sensei.
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Roy considers some of the difficulties of his relationship with Ed.
He knew that it was not a good idea to relax, and still couldn't seem to stop himself.
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Ed thinks over what he knows about Roy.
"Bradley's office was buried in the middle of this building," Mustang pointed out. "Mine faces out over the city. And by standing at these windows, and being seen here, I say that I trust the loyalty of the people around me. Soldiers and civilians both."
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Hughes is called on to intervene in a fight between Roy and Ed.
"This," Maas wiggled the carafe in his left hand, "is Gracia's special blend, which she presciently gave me a stash of in case I ever really needed to get Roy's attention at work. My wife is brilliant. Now," he repeated, "what got them going?"
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Ed has to deal with a housemate.
"All right. I can deal with her fixation on healthy food, Sensei was the same way. It's probably a female thing." Ed paused to glance suspiciously at Mustang. He could have sworn the man who terrorized hard-bitten generals every day and twice on Sundays had just squeaked.
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When it comes down to action everyone has to find a way to handle the stress.
"If you die doing this, the way you think you're going to," Ed growled, lifting Roy's chin until they were eye to eye, "I swear I'll bind your soul to your damn desk, and you'll spend the rest of eternity buried in paperwork."
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Ed gets home after a rather rough trip.
Ed's fingers were too cold and stiff to fumble around with his keys, so he knocked instead. When Roy opened the door, Ed glared at him.
"I hate being cold, I hate giving reports to stupid Generals, and I hate sleeping on train seats," he declared, stepping in out of the biting chill.
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Ed and Roy go for a walk in the rain... at least that was Ed's intention.
"I actually like rain, you know," Roy answered, tone reminiscent. "I used to go out in it all the time when I was little. Especially storms like this. Even when I started specializing, I still liked walking in it. It wasn't until later that it became," he paused a moment before finishing, "inadvisable."
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Ed's choices, two years later.
"Nii-san, you're not our father," Al murmured.
"But what if I am?" Ed slumped. "I mean, what if this was how it started with him, too? A few trips to the city to pick up something for Mom, and then some trips further away to find some interesting books or talk to scholars, and then he got into something bigger than he could understand, and the next thing you know he's creating monsters and destroying cities and not giving a damn about his family."
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