Disclaimer: If only I owned FMA and DGM. THat's not greedy at
all.  - - - East City, Eastern Headquarters - - -  Edward Elric,
State Alchemist, trudged into the outer office, only to find
that Hawkeye was the only one there, looking more put out than
usual. Seeing Ed, she gave him the go ahead, signifying that the
office was empty.  Kicking open the door as usual, he began,
loudly, "Hey, Basta-"  The man behind the newspaper didn't even
stir. The paperwork was stacked even higher than usual, and a
pair of boots were propped on the table.  "You're the one that
ordered me to come here. Are you going to listen to my report or
not?"  Slowly, the newspaper lowered, revealing red hair. What.
"Yeah," a voice drawled from behind the desk. An eye peered over
the edge. "Eh? I thought someone was here to report?" The
newspaper began traveling upwards again as its owner lost
interest.   "Ah, there you are." He flicked his cigarette,
closing half of the paper before looking at the golden-haired
boy.  "No way..." Ed mutte