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[sideburns_mcgee]

*Miles wakes up in his bed, sitting up to be greeted by the Ishbalan hot sunrays. Strange... This wasn't the same sleeping conditions he had before. Instincts kick in and he gets out of bed quickly to survey his surroundings... And himself for that matter. His military uniform was no where in sight, his glasses... He frowns and then notices the

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[wristsniper]

..................... [Oh my fucking god.]

Miles?

[sideburns_mcgee]

Sir. It seems as though I've been assigned to a misson that I was not informed about?

[wristsniper]

No. You're...

You're not in Amestris, or in Ishval. Get out of bed, look around for an address. Now.

[sideburns_mcgee]

*he goes to do so without missing a beat but comes back... his voice laced with a hint of confusion*

452 Stone Street.

[wristsniper]

...Stone Street?

Get dressed. I'll be there in a few minutes.

[sideburns_mcgee]

*Miles hangs up and walks briskly to the closet, walking back out in a white dress shirt and black pants. He takes a few moments to glance around the house and stares at the front door expectanly, once he gets to it.*

[wristsniper]

[Guess who doesn't knock!

Olivier throws the door open and boy does she look out of breath; she's in her regular civilian clothes, hair tied back in her haste to get to him.

This could not be happening.

When she sees him, she simply stares.]

[sideburns_mcgee]

*Miles eyebrows perk up at her entrance and he... Slowly tilts his head to the side, furrowing his brow a fraction*

Sir? What's going on?

[wristsniper]

You're in Mayfield. We're prisoners here.

...I've been here for six months.

[sideburns_mcgee]

*Oh boy. A look of shock flashes across his features before he composes himself and stands tall. He steps to the side, gesturing to the kitchen with his hand*

Perhaps we can discuss this over a cup of coffee.

[wristsniper]

You'll have to get used to the coffee here. It's not quite the same as Briggs.

[She calms and composes herself quickly--he is not supposed to be here, no matter what, but she will use it to her advantage.]

Maybe now these idiots will believe me when I say I can make anyone into a soldier. You won't hear me say this again and you will not see me break rank again, but I'm... relieved to see you.

[sideburns_mcgee]

*He nods and proceeds to walk into the kitchen, finding the coffee and the coffee maker. As he starts up the coffee, he glances over to Olivier*

Who is in charge here at Mayfield?

[wristsniper]

[She follows him, shoulders straight, eyes darting around.]

To be honest, we don't know. The police and the mayor are suspicious, as is the milkman. It's a small-scale war zone here.

I'm attacking them next month.

[sideburns_mcgee]

*Miles glances over at the coffee maker as he hears it bubble and gurgle out coffee into the pot*

Is there anything I can do to assist you in the attack?

[wristsniper]

[She raises an eyebrow, then gives him her standard warmest dismissive arm-crossing.]

At least someone has their priorities in line.

Yes. I need you to help me coordinate people.

[sideburns_mcgee]

*He takes out two mugs from the cupboard*

What exactly is the plan of attack that you have in mind?