Please Don't Go...Ch 3

"Ughhh my head" Sargent fury moaned, putting a hand to his forehead rubbing it as if that would cure his pounding headache.

"Yeah me too...."Lutenint Braeda added.

"Guys we better get up, the Hawk will be mad if we're caught down on duty" Warrent officer Balman commented.

"Does anybody know what time, or even day it is?" Havoc groaned.

"Yes, it is 7:45, and today is Friday." Came a deep booming voice behind them.

"Hey thanks, Major we....uh oh." Havoc said, compeletly alert now that they group of men had been caught.

"Uh oh is right, if you guys are hung over." Armstrong replied, his normally jolly blue eyes slightly dark with seriousness.

"No, we didn't drink any alchol, Lutentint Hawkeye gave us a drink that her folks made." Fury said, trying to defend the almost helpless men from Armstrong.

"Oh really?" The Major replied, raising a thick eyebrow.

"Yeah it's right here....hey what is this?" Fury questioned, seeing that there was another label beneath the top one. The men gathered around Fury as he peeled off the the top label. The beneath label read simply

'Sleeping poison, will knock out for 6-12 hours'

"RIZA WENT AND POISONED US?!" Havoc nearly screamed,

"Yeah, why would she do that?" Braeda added.

"She must not have wanted us to see her do something..." Fury mummbled.

"Did you guys happen to notice that she was acting a little depressed lately?"Balman said.

"What do you mean?" Armstrong replied.

"She has been acting a little bit sad, people are saying that her aim is off, and not by a little either." Balman continued. His face slightly downcast.

"Riza, not aiming right?" Havoc commented, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yeah, especially when someone talks about Mustang..."

Then they all knew what had happend.