Roy sat hunched over his large oak desk, frowning as he signed document after document in his office. The colonel was surrounded by stacks of papers and buried under paper reports from his unit that needed to be completed before lunch. It was the job he hated the most and he looked bored out of his mind. He's tempted to just snap his fingers and burn the entire pile of papers with his fiery alchemy, but he knows that this will most likely bring him another scolding from his superiors.

The clock on the wall ticks loudly, as if mocking him as he slowly makes his way through the mountains of bureaucracy. He takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the task at hand, but his mind keeps wandering to more fun and exciting missions he could be doing instead of being stuck in paperwork, but suddenly there's a knock on his door.

"Come in" — Roy says in a tired and bored voice as he signs off on another report.