honootaisa | [First Flame]: [Locked from Hostiles]

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[First Flame]: [Locked from Hostiles]

So... I just talk in to this?

Yeah, talk away.

... alright. *achem* This is Brigadier General Roy Mustang, requesting information and assistance. My... partner and I are currently in the city of Tetha and looking for anyone who may be from the Amestris State Military. We're also kind of covered in muck...

This guy got dropped in the Putrid Ruins of all places. Talk about unlucky! *laughs*

You'd do well to shut up, Havoc. You can laugh when I'm clean again.

Yeah, yeah yeah. By the way, don't look down, chief.

What? Why no-... are we floating?

No, you're hallucinating. [/sarcasm] Of course we're floating! It's Tetha!

[Groan. One can just hear the epic facepalm here before the comm shuts off]

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I'm sure that Greg can teach you a few new sayings, sir.

[ At Roy's next line, Sabine lets out a soft heh, followed by a little giggling. ]

I'll be your escort, then.

[Roy smiles and pulls down his shirt]

Sounds like a plan on both accounts. Now, I do believe Greg was needing a ride, too. We should probably go get him.

Alright! Oh, you can meet my children, too!

... they're from Greg's world, before you ask.

... [that gets a rather curious eyebrow]

I... take it that's the 'future children' scenario Miss Izumi mentioned to me...

Well, I suppose a congratulations are in order either way. It's not often many of us military types get to go off and have a family.

[ Sabine nods, smiling just a bit wider. Talking about her children, as well as her family, is one way to keep her smiling. ]

Thank you, sir, and they're from the future for me where I'm reborn in Greg's world, and am a very accomplished biochemist. Hee, I pretty much do the same thing that I'm doing now, only that I help catch criminals using evidence.

[ Oh, yeah. She's happy. ]

... this job of his - and I suppose yours too - sounds more interesting by the minute.

[Roy grins, and Havoc scoffs, having finished a cigarette in the time they've taken]

We gonna stand around here gabbin' about it or go pick up this boyfriend of yours sometime before the next millennium?

Ah... I suppose Havoc's right. We should probably go.

I didn't know we had any hot dates to go to tonight, Havoc. [ Sabine says this in a completely teasing tone, but nods in agreement. She takes the remaining supplies, putting them in the trunk and then closes the trunk.

After that's done, she guides Roy to the passenger side seat, opening up the door for him. ]

After you, sir.

Hey! Not funny!

I find it quite funny, Havoc. [Roy snickers at his partner, who promptly sulks and follows after Roy gets inside the Denali] Thank you, Major.

Them's the ropes, Havoc. [ Sabine chuckles back, but nods to Roy, saluting him. ] You're welcome, sir.

[ She closes the door and then walks over to the driver's side, opening the door and getting inside. Shutting the door, she puts on her seatbelt and starts the car up. There's old time music playing on the radio, something that Sabine's finding she enjoys. Taking the car out of park, she starts to drive towards the nearest lightpost for Neon City, getting her communicator ready at the same time. ]

[Roy looks at the lightpost in confusion. HAvoc had shown him how to use one to get out of Putrid Ruins, but...]

Is this huge thing really going to be able to go through that?

Of course, sir!

[ And to illustrate her point, she takes the D-Comm in one hand, the other on the steering wheel. Putting her foot on the gas, the Denali starts to accelerate as Sabine presses a button. Soon enough, the Denali's engulfed in a bright beam of light and they arrive in Neon City. ]

[Roy has a definite 'HOLYSHIT' moment, thinking they're going to crash in to the pole, but once they're through he calms down and takes a deep breath. Now it's Havoc's turn to laugh.]

The look on your face! Priceless!

... Sir?

[ Sabine glances at him, but still keeps driving onward to the hospital. ]

[groan]

I-I'm okay... warn me next time, Major...

I'll keep it in mind, sir.

[ Once they're to the hospital, Sabine puts the Denali in park, unfastening the seatbelt. ] Stay put, sir.

[ She gets out of the Denali, taking the keys with her and goes to fetch her boyfriend. ]

[Despite his protests that yes, he CAN walk, Greg gets wheeled out in a wheel chair by a nurse. After they're outside at the loading area, though, he's allowed to stand and give Sabine a one-armed hug and a kiss.]

So did he really get dropped in Putrid Ruins?

[ Sabine smiles, wrapping her arms around Greg and kisses him back. ]

Yeah, he did. But, he did clean up good, so no mud stains on your Denali.

[ She teases him with the last line, though smiling all the same. ]

Har har. [eyeroll] Like I would have worried about that. I just think it's funny that's the second person we've brought home who got dropped there.

Interestingly enough, I think that's where Horatio ended up when he came here.

... some how, I'm not surprised.

We gonna go? I am so sick of this hospital.

Mm.

[ Sabine leads Greg to the Denali, opening up the back seat door for him. ]

Sir, this is Greg. Greg, this is my commanding officer, Brigadier General Roy Mustang.

[A bit awkwardly, Greg gets in the back. Once he's settled in, he finally shakes Roy's hand with a friendly grin.]

Nice to meet you, sir. Sabine's told me a lot about you.

[Roy smiles back]

Nothing bad, I hope.

Not at all, sir!

[ Sabine then goes to get into the driver's side, keeping her smile up. ]

[Greg shakes his head] Nah. Nothing bad. I'm surprised she hasn't made all sorts of complaints about me.

Oh, nothing but good things, Mr. Sanders.

Fft. Call me Greg. I already feel old enough as it is.

Alright, Greg it is then.

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