Eyes of a Hawk

[It all happens too quickly.

The PCD turns on by itself (or is it because the piece of dark cloth normally covering it has been pulled away?) and falls to the floor at just the right angle to show not only Black Hayate and Dakota wrestling amongst themselves, but also Riza.

Who just so happens to be changing out of her pajamas and into a shirt for the day.

And if this were one of the filter failings she has been seeing recently, she might be able to forgive it.  But instead, a full view of her tattooed and scarred back is shown, the array large and unmistakeably of an alchemic nature.  Her biggest secret is right there for all to see.

Unaware, she quickly puts on a bra and her shirt.]

Boys, boys, that's too rough.  You can do that outside.

[When she turns to pick up her PCD, which should be on her desk, she quickly finds it on the floor.  And sees the recording light on.

Riza freezes, not wanting to speak for fear of confirming her own suspicions, but quietly curses (Shit!) anyway before turning it off.]

Tomorrow I will have been here for eight months.  Eight long months which have been filled with frustration and sadness, but also with some of the best times I've had in a while.  And now our stay could be coming to an end, just like that.

Even if the Animus are toying with us, it only feels right to say farewell.  So let us approach the end of the week with our faces forward, ready to go back home.

( [Private to Roy Mustang] )

( [Private to Maes Hughes] )

( [Private to Elysia Hughes] )

( [Private to Jean Havoc] )

( [Private to Alphonse Elric] )

( [Private to Edward Elric] )

( [Private to Leon Leonhart] )

( [Private to Neliel Tu Oderschvanck] )

( [Private to Hatake Kakashi] )