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[Tundra Valo]

Sighing heavily, Tundra pulled her hat down further into her face. She had never been fond of playing lap dog to Fuhrer Bradley; it was what advanced her. But she had been reduced to errand girl. Now she was delivering an envelope to Mustang, Mustang! She had never met the man but from what she had heard, she wasn't sure she wanted to. Pervert. Womanizer. Sexist. Just to name a few.

She train slid to a stop slowly and Tundra moved to her feet. She had gone for the more feminine side of her wardrobe today. Her jacket was perfectly tailored to her curvy form, her navy blue pencil skirt falling to just above her knees. On her feet, knee high, heeled boots that made her a few inches taller than she actually was. Her hair was up in a tight bun on the back of her head, her cap pulled low on her head. The ideal of Military perfection.

She stood and grabbed her bag that contained the envelope for Mustang and a set of clothes. The train ride over was long enough, the Fuhrer had faked concern with her being on a train that long. She pulled her duffel bag's strap over her shoulder and moved off the train.

It took her only moments to hale a cab and get to the Command Center. Her heels clicked as she moved down the hall, her bag still over her shoulder. She finally found Mustang's office and knocked before opening the door and stepping inside. She stopped at the door and bowed her head as was polite, and stepped further in. "Lt. Tundra Valo, Sir. Fuhrer Bradley send me with a message for you." Her voice was clipped, polished, professional.