In the middle of the Agora is a motionless body. Blond hair that was once held back is draped over her shoulders. She almost looks like she is dead except for the occasional rise and fall of her back
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This isn't a normal Roy Mustang day. A normal Roy Mustang day would involve kicking back in his chair and ignoring the piles of paperwork on his desk. He knows it isn't a normal Roy Mustang day because Riza's hair is down. What better way to judge the incoming apocalypse? Unless she's undercover. But he doubts it, since he didn't give the order if she was.
His hands are in his pockets and his shoulders are relaxed, a clear signal that he is on high alert.
"Good morning, Lieutenant," he says, coming up behind her.
Riza starts ever so slightly at the Colonel's voice. No one else would notice it but Roy would - he knew her better than anyone. She turns sharply and gives him a curt salute.
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His hands are in his pockets and his shoulders are relaxed, a clear signal that he is on high alert.
"Good morning, Lieutenant," he says, coming up behind her.
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"Colonel."
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