KAIN FUERY A4 AND A5
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KAIN FUERY A4 AND A5
Kain Fuery by uniquely-sarah on Polyvore
The Armstrong family had a reputation, that much went without saying, and it was with some trepidation that Fuery stood outside her office waiting to be admitted. The letter, tucked away safely in the pocket of his uniform coat, seemed to grow heavier by the moment. The door opened, the secretary telling him the General would see him now. Entering, he saluted sharply. "General Armstrong. Sergeant Kain Fuery reporting, sir."
When word had reached the Northern wall, that one of Mustang's men was to be stationed at Briggs for four weeks, she was surprised to find out it wouldn't be either of her two favoured blonde snipers. She was even more surprised when she learned that it would be the techie.
The Lieutenant General wondered how Briggs' own communications expert, Karley, would react to the news. They were certain to form a fast friendship thanks to their shared interest in wires, radios and all things communication. Perhaps they could exchange their expertise as well.
She had been expecting him, the call she'd received from Mustang earlier that morning, informed her the young dark haired officer would be due later that day.
Take care of him, Armstrong. He's a little wet behind the ears, but an asset all the same. Oh and don't scare him too much, I don't want him coming back all white haired.
Can it, Mustang. I'll treat him like any of my own officers, no special treatment. I can't vouch for my men though, they're certain to welcome him, in their own way.
As soon as the secretary left her office, Olivier settled the papers she had been reading on the desk before her and waited for the officer to enter.
Cold blues stared at the man, running up and down his short stature, and returning to pierce into his bespectacled eyes, like a hawk weighing its prey.
"At ease, soldier. I've been expecting you."