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When; 29th December // 3pm @ a cafe near the Florists.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Roy Mustang - flameroy // Riza Hawkeye - guardianed // Heinkel Wolfe priestlynun
Summary; Heinkel has been making enquiries, and Roy thinks that it would be best for him to meet up to discuss whatever needs discussing.
Log;

Being early wasn't something he was particularly familiar with - but due to the nature of the meeting, and his intuition - he imagined Hawkeye would be along a little earlier than he had prescribed, and perhaps they'd be able to have a small chat before his guest arrived. The cafe he'd chosen was a small one with only a few tables in it, and he'd chosen the one at the very back, away from any obvious distractions, and also away from the prying ears of the waitress at the bar.

The military uniform had been exchanged for a plain blue t-shirt with a black jacket and black pants to match. He could dress down, but always had to dress to impress. It was compelling. He mused whilst he sat without anything to drink that whether Hawkeye arrived earlier or later, it wouldn't particularly matter.

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[priestlynun.livejournal.com]

"I look forward to it, Colonel."

Heinkel saw right through Mustang's smile. She realized now that everything about the man was a carefully constructed mask. But he was the sort who kept the letter of his word. And whose actions, beyond body language and any political maneuvering, could be ultimately trusted.

The Iscariot accepted the hand with her own gloved one, giving the Colonel a firm handshake.

Unlike some of her fellow clergy, Heinkel didn't feel all heathens deserved to be exterminated. Even back in her world, Catholics were a minority. If a righteous gentile maintained a healthy respect for the Church, she saw no reason to mount a crusade. Sadly, the man was a witch, yet she had promised Alphonse she would keep an open mind about that.

After the handshake, Heinkel turned her attention to Hawkeye, and offered the blonde her hand as well.

"Lieutenant ..."

Heinkel wasn't stupid. Though she knew that many thought the highly religious were, and often used that to her advantage. The Iscariot didn't want to cause a diplomatic situation along fresh alliances, but also knew it unlikely she out-ranked Hawkeye, so ignoring her would be equally rude ...

... Which brought to mind that eventually her chief would have to be informed. However, she'd learned long ago that with Maxwell, it was better to make penance than ask permission.

[guardianed.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye had risen at the Colonel's signal, purse looped easily over her shoulder and skirt smoothed automatically as she stood. It was fortunate, perhaps, that politeness did not require her to finish her own drink, and she left it, three quarters full, immediately forgotten as she rose, taking up her role of bodyguard once more.

She had been half expecting to be passed over by the other woman, but covered her surprise well, and returned the woman's handshake firmly and silently, inclining her head in lieu of a reply.

Now it would be time to confer with the Colonel. And discuss, perhaps without Alphonse, and perhaps with, what they planned to do.