The silly little code names were at least ones she’d noticed from the bulletin board. And yes, it’d seem there was much more discussion between the supposed members of the ‘Arts & Crafts’ club than any other. But by Mustang’s manner, he seemed to already be thinking just as she was. That too many operatives could sometimes be just as bad as not having enough.
If a faction were to fall, logic said it would first be the most bloated one. Joining anyone here was akin to forming an underground resistance faction during a war really. You wanted strength, but not so many numbers that the powers that loomed would take easy notice and infiltrate your ranks at once.
“A realistic sentiment, Colonel. I myself would prefer a single, skilled handful of officers rather than an entire fleet of garden variety soldiers on any mission.” But of course, Integra was a lover of efficiency. “And I’m sure not everyone here is even capable of doing more than get in the way when it comes down to it.” There were a lot of military backgrounds here, yes. But that didn’t guarantee a person who would know what to do on the front lines, or in as desperate of circumstance as this.
“If you wish to work together more regularly than the single night you’ve requested as payment, I have no argument to it. I’m not accustomed to affiliations outside my own organization, but my need to return home currently exceeds my pride.” The woman stated with a trace of cool humor, blue eyes still on the stranger though she knew the nurse would be interrupting them soon.
She could tell Mustang hoped for a commitment. “And I have no plans tonight.” It was as much of an open invitation as she’d ever give. Integra awaited his response.
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If a faction were to fall, logic said it would first be the most bloated one. Joining anyone here was akin to forming an underground resistance faction during a war really. You wanted strength, but not so many numbers that the powers that loomed would take easy notice and infiltrate your ranks at once.
“A realistic sentiment, Colonel. I myself would prefer a single, skilled handful of officers rather than an entire fleet of garden variety soldiers on any mission.” But of course, Integra was a lover of efficiency. “And I’m sure not everyone here is even capable of doing more than get in the way when it comes down to it.” There were a lot of military backgrounds here, yes. But that didn’t guarantee a person who would know what to do on the front lines, or in as desperate of circumstance as this.
“If you wish to work together more regularly than the single night you’ve requested as payment, I have no argument to it. I’m not accustomed to affiliations outside my own organization, but my need to return home currently exceeds my pride.” The woman stated with a trace of cool humor, blue eyes still on the stranger though she knew the nurse would be interrupting them soon.
She could tell Mustang hoped for a commitment. “And I have no plans tonight.” It was as much of an open invitation as she’d ever give. Integra awaited his response.