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"Depends on your definition of incompentent," Mustang replied.
Taking out her other gun, she unloaded and loaded it. Getting quicker each time until it hardly took three seconds.

"He vas trying to have me decommissioned, for good reason of course, but a bad idea."

"Ah yes well i would blow him up for that too," Mustang replied with a small laugh.
Unloading and loading it one last time, she took her holsters off and set them beside her.
"Nacht Doc," she said before falling asleep.

"Gute nacht, mein captein," he said and started polishing his gun which already had a custom paintjob and etchings.

Waking up several hours later, Aven was sitting at the end of the bed waiting for her to wake up. All she saw was someone was sitting there so she pulled at her gun and put it at the back of his head. Aven quickly put his hands up in surrender.

Doc had been shining his gun all night long, even as Aven had walked in he didn't stop and the assault rifle now had a very odd almost glow to it's red and black paint job.

Mustang groaned and put her gun down. "Aven dont do that while im sleeping," she said with a sigh and flopped back.
Looking over at Doc, she showed intrest in him. "Good job with shining your gun. It actually looks like its glowing a little," she complimented.
Aven looked at Doc and his gun then snorted a little. Mustang kicked him off the bed when he snorted and he yelled when he flailed in the air for a second before hitting the ground with a thud.

"Happiness is a clean gun," Doc said as he put the barrel to his eye. Even the grooves inside of the barrel had a sparkle to them, "But vun that has had blood shplattered all over it because of a bayonet being used."

Mustang smiled and sat up. "How old are you Doc?" she asked. Aven sat up, rubbing the bak of his head.

"I couldn't remember my own name before yesterday. I don't even know vhat year it is, how can you expect me to know my age?"

"Well i just thought you might. You dont seem much older than me," Mustang said then got up. Putting her holsters back on, she bent down in front of Doc. Taking off his oxegyn mask, she looked at his eyes. His eyes were a green she hadnt seen before.

"How on Earth can you tell? I barely have a face to look at," he said, "And vee Germans aren't exactly known for being able to tell age by voice," he said as she removed his gas mask, "Vhat are you doing? Mein, captein, do not grow incompetent."

"Im not. Im simply looking at your eyes. That isnt incompetent," Mustang said then handed him his mask back.
Standing up, she left the large room and walked down to the tavern. Ordering a beer, she drank some and didnt talk to anyone.

"No, I guess it's not," he said as she left and strapped his mask back on, grabbing some new air filters and snapping them into place.

Mustang ordered another cup but didnt drink it. She took it back to the large room and set it down next to Doc. Sipping on hers, she sat on the bed and looked around.
"You know just cause there isnt much of a face to look at doesnt mean you cant tell. Your eyes show alot even when you dont know it," she said.

"I vunce sucked somebody's eyeball juices out through a straw," he said as he drank the beer with his straw.

Mustang gagged and made an ew face. "Ok that is the grossest thing i've heard come out of your mouth," she replied with a laugh.

"Don't knock it 'till you try it. Zey vere delicious. His eyeballs made for great grapes on my martini of blood."

Mustang threw her pillow a him again except without the grenades in it. Laughing, she fell back on the bed.
"Shut up before you make me sick," she said with a smile.

It stuck to his beak again, "You really should vatch vhere you aim," he said as he threw it back, no grenades this time.