“So, Major, how long are you in Central this time?” the young woman driving the car that Desmond was riding in was wearing the typical female desk officers outfit, the blue with the mini-skirt that had gotten more than one young recruit either slammed or confined. This particular young woman was a true beauty, but that wasn’t the reason that she was the one he requested to escort him she never he came to Central… okay, it wasn’t the only reason… it was because she knew the city like the back of her hand and was a person who he got along with. “You shipping back up North in a week, like usual?” she asked with an almost pouty look, she enjoyed the Major’s visits, got her out of paperwork.
“Actually this isn’t a visit, Carla.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, it’s a transfer.” He smiled as did she, she turned the corner onto the main thoroughfare of the city where the National Library was and many of the buildings including the State Alchemist’s Office.
“Oh, cool, so that mean’s I’ll be seeing more of you then right, sir?”
“Well yes, I suppose you will.” He chuckled and was more relaxed. They parked and he got out, moving to her side swiftly enough to open the door for her before she had gotten prepared to exit herself, “But this does leave me at a disadvantage.”
“Hmm, oh thanks,” she accepted his aid in getting out of the vehicle, “How’s that sir?” he took off his black coat and tossed it into the car before shutting the door, feeling it was just too warm in Central for him to wear it, and being that he didn’t have to project that air of authority he had too on the front lines he was more lack.
“Well,” they began climbing the steps, “I find myself out of my element now, at Briggs everything was in one building. Here, I’m just lost. Heck I still have to find someplace to live.” He laughed a bit, that was one reason he was here.
She looked quizzically at him, pursing her lower lip slightly and tilting her head at him, “Hmm, why don’t you just stay in the officer’s barracks?”
“Are you kidding? With the salary I pull in? Not a chance,” he opened the door for her and she nodded thanks, “I was actually wondering if you could suggest a good neighborhood for me to start looking at?”
She looked up as they walked, putting one arm across her chest to brace the elbow of her other which was pointed upward with her finger pressed to her chin in thought, “Let me see, I know of the neighborhoods around here but I’m not exactly a real-estate agent sir. Should I put a call in for one for you?”
He had walked slightly ahead but was still close by so as not to have to raise his voice to talk to her, “We’ll cross that bridge a little later, Lieutenant, right now I’d prefer to avoid that kind of dull crisis.” She nodded in agreement as he presented his pocket watch and told the clerk his ID number, “I’d like to see my I38, DW4, and my Research Grant Balance please.”
As the two left the building Desmond spoke up again, “Alright, with the boring part done let’s do something more interesting.”
“Like what, sir?”
“Well you said you know of some neighborhoods, I’ve got some time to kill, let’s go check out some potential residences.”
“Sir, yes, sir!” she said it with a jovial tune and a smile as she put the car in gear and they drove off. He looked at her with a smile and turned to prop his head up on his fist as he watched the city go by, he was much less serious and military like this, but that’s what he needed.
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The young man in a casual outfit reflecting his age stood outside the train station in the later afternoon, looking at the demonstrators and sighing, “Come on people, stop shouting with signs and pick up a trench shovel or something instead, wouldn’t that be more productive?” he said to no one in-particular as he rubbed his neck in slight frustration. He stepped own the marble stairs of the station avoiding the crowd and headed over to the nearest shop. It was a bakery called Clauses’ Eatery and with a charming and handsome smile on his chiseled face the young man stepped into the shop and looked about for the owner. “Hello? Anyone here?”
“Hmm? Oh a customer, what can I do for you?” the rotund matron asked as she brought a fresh tray of pastries from the back up to the counter and greeted him with a wide and hospitable grin.
The young man didn’t drop his smile just because the woman wasn’t young and thin, he kept up his charm as he smelled the pastries, “Wow, those smell great, miss, must’ve taken a lot of work to prefect that recipe.”
She blushed with pride and beamed at him, “Why yes it did, it’s taken me fifteen years to get the process perfect and now I’m proud to say that I make the best in the city.” She placed her hands on her hips and nodded in appreciation for her own skills.
“What? No way you don’t look nearly old enough to have been at this for that long!” he objected in a goodhearted nature, both of them laughing, “How much?”
“Well, usually they’re 1500 cens, but for such a gentlemen such as yourself 500 cens will do fine!” she winked and he nodded, paying her and thanking her, promising to tell others about the bakery when he got to his post. “Oh, so you’re in the military then?”
“Yep, my number just came up a few days ago.” He shrugged but never let his smile waiver as he took a bite of the pastry, for a moment his face fell and he looked like he might be sick, the woman’s face fell and filled with worry at this react.
“Oh my! Is there something wrong with the taste?”
“No… it’s… it’s just that,” he paused for a moment and in the next moment as the woman came around the counter had grabbed her, looking at the floor, but as his face came up to look at her he was absolutely beaming, “These are the best pastries I’ve ever had!” that had them both practically sparkling as he took out more money, “I’m going to need three more at least!” she didn’t take his money through and just gave him another four with pride.
After several minutes of talking he made to leave, but as he reached the door he turned, “Oh, by the way, Mrs. Clause,” he’d learned her name, “can you tell me how to get to the Draft office from here?”
“Oh, yes of course, it’s just up the road and on your left, you can’t miss it, it’s got big signs and banners all over the place.”
He said thanks again and went to leave, opening the door and ringing the bell but as he exited two people in military uniforms walked up, so the young man held open the door, mainly for the pretty woman in the mini-skirt, not standard issue but a good choice. They both said thanks to him and he couldn’t help but tell them they had chosen well as this shop had the best pastries ever! The man again thanked him and a flash of silver caught the youth’s eyes. A silver chain from a pocket watch so that man was one of the State Alchemist. He just smiled to himself dashingly and left the bakery
He made his way to the Draft office and found a long line of recruits inside. Joinging the line which hhad the sign for his last name’s letter over it he waited and upon reaching the desk with the enlisted man behind it stood at a rough attempt of attention with clear anticipation. “Name?”
“Halken, Andrew. Sir!”
“Halken… ah, here we are,” he handed the young man a packet of papers, “Central Garrison, Unit 13. Good luck, kid.”
“Thank you sir!” he saluted.