Priscilla Cater - codename Eve, Rank: Major. Havoc read the profile he was holding on. An expressionless blonde woman's picture was attached to the profile. His face frowned as he let out a small groan. "Major, Cater. Mmm..." He lowered the file and looked front. The same expressionless face was looking at him. He sighed again as he cursed Colonel Roy Mustang, who gave him this kind of work. This must be another of that unofficial fight between the Fullmetal and the Colonel. "What is it, Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc?" Her grayish blue eyes shot straight to Havoc as he desperately longed for a cigarette. However, he felt thankful to his companions who advised him to not bring a cigar infront of the Major. He would have died just from the tacit eyes of the Major if he was holding a cigar now. "Order from the Colonel: assist Major... Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist." Yes, I said it. Good job, Jean Havoc. "Major Elric? Alchemist?" At the shrill voice of Havoc shivered. He thought of a golden haired girl whose smile was full of warmth and kindness. He couldn't believe that those two are same beings. Jean Havoc was actually familiar with Major Cater. She was then, just a second lieutenant like himself. She had a great talent in alchemy, so even at a comparably young age to other state alchemists, she was scouted as one. At the farewell party, she even shed some tears at saying goodbye. As people of same age and rank, they were friends who were close enough to congratulate each other when the other gets a promotion. Although their friendship never developed something more (Havoc's preference was woman of bigger... breast. But he never told Cater.), they were able to send and receive mails some time. 'Although even those mails became scarce.' The time that even those scarce mails disappeared was 2 years ago. He lost contact, and suddenly, she appeared infront of him, as a cold hearted major. But he heard that she lost her alchemy ability, and does not like alchemists - state or not - very much. "Really.. What happened to you, Priscilla?" Getting a cigarette from his pocket, he lighted it. He was already out of the Major's office. Although Cater showed some great discomfort at having to working with an alchemist, she did not say anything anymore. Without a word, he was dismissed. "And she doesn't seem to recognize me anymore.. Why do all women I met hate me??" Priscilla never came to him more than a friend, but she was still a woman. Havoc inhaled his cigar deeply. He did try to approach Cater, but all he got was a cold glare and a warning that don't speak to her unless it's related to work. She was even more icy to him than usual. "I really need some consultation." Feeling more depressed than ever (His old friend ignores him and she is somewhat changed completely. He is going to be the messenger between the icy Major Cater and the fiery Fullmetal Alchemist, and most importantly, he has no girlfriend! None!), Havoc proceeded to the militia caferteria where he could find some friends. His shoulders were drooping.