Bradley, tooвЂ“she felt bad about deceiving them both by pretending to be a substitute tutor, replacing the regular live-in tutor while she вЂњvisited her mother,вЂќ actually a cover for the biennial training and recertification everyone in Military Intelligence had to do. Sciezka had never been around children much, but he seemed more mature than she had expected. Selim was a cheerful, quiet, and easygoing child, happy to play with his toys or have Sciezka read to him. вЂњHello, MaвЂ™am,вЂќ she said politely, and the middle-aged woman above her smiled.

A shadow fell over her, and she looked up. вЂњWell, how do you feel about working with children.?вЂќДЇour days later, Sciezka found herself sitting in a chair in the garden of the Bradley manor, enjoying the bright late-spring sun and listening to a small boy playing with tin soldiers. вЂњYou had me at вЂreading,вЂ™ sir!вЂќ Sciezka Lem smiled. Either way, thereвЂ™s a case to be made that taking part will make you an accessory to any of a dozen crimes, from invasion of privacy on up to public endangerment and possibly treason.вЂќ This could be two weeks of sitting around in a manor garden reading booksвЂ“or if it goes south, it could get you killed. вЂњMore sensitive than working in an enemy countryвЂ™s embassyвЂ™s mail room so that I make copies of all the documents I handle?вЂќДЇocker sighed. вЂњI have something for you, but itвЂ™s highly sensitive, and I canвЂ™t tell you much without you accepting the assignment first.вЂќ вЂњHowever, itвЂ™s going to take them a couple of weeks to fully decrypt everything and compare it to who knows what at Briggs, so we need a short-term assignment for you.вЂќ He laid a hand on an envelope on the desk. Well doneвЂ“if this pans out fully thereвЂ™s probably a medal in it for you, maybe even a promotion!вЂќ Looks like they do have a spy in Briggs, and Cryptography thinks there might be enough information there to figure out who. вЂњIвЂ™ve been looking over CryptographyвЂ™s initial reports on the documents from the Drachman embassy. He laid a folder heвЂ™d been reading from on the table. She entered the room and saluted, but he waved at her to close the door and sit. вЂњCome in, Sergeant!вЂќ came the voice of Colonel Focker. Not in front of every door, of course, but this was the door of the Director of Military IntelligenceвЂ™s office, her bossвЂ™s bossвЂ™s bossвЂ™s boss. Sergeant Lem hesitated in front of the door, checking as she always did to confirm her uniform was buttoned correctly and her hair properly up in a regulation twist. It could conceivably be the beginning of a longer fic, but I have no particular intention of ever extending it, and I think it works well enough on its own. So hereвЂ™s a brief Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic I wrote last year, pretty much because the Mark Watches community dared me to. Sorry, I was hoping to have more Faultless but my week has been kind of shitty and it just never happened.

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