A small cloaked figure turns a corner from one dark hallway to another, the faint echoing of pitter pattering footsteps bouncing off the stone brick walls. Stopping to check the surroundings before disappearing through a door, the figure seems satisfied to see no one else around.

Closing the door tightly shut behind them, the figure turns around to face a large desk covered with stacks of paperwork. Seated at the desk is a large blond man with enormous banana brows. He smiles welcomingly at the figure now hanging up the cloak on a hook by the door. Smaller in stature than she appeared while wearing it, the strawberry blonde approaches the desk and sits down across from the yellow-haired floof.

"I've been expecting you for some time now. What was the delay?" He asks warmly. For anyone listening carefully, a hint of something sinister would have been detectable in his tone. The strawberry, however, was not listening carefully and did not pick up on it.

"Security has been increased since we got back, so it was harder to slip out unnoticed. How long until we can get rid of the scaled brats once and for all?"

"I believe you may have misunderstood me. I don't want to get rid of them -- I want to make them mine. The Captain has worked for this for so long. It would crush him to have everything he's been working for so close only to be swiped away with nothing he can do about it."

"But how does this help make him mine? That was part of the arrangement, mind you." The woman almost growls at the thought of the blonde betraying her. She has her ways of exacting revenge if he double crosses her, though she's all to aware of how capable he is of doing the same.

"All in good time, Petra. If you're there for him when his entire life's work is swiped out from under his nose, there's no doubt he'll become attached to you."

"I've been there for him for years now, and he hasn't so much as looked at me for weeks now. He's become completely obsessed with that stupid fishy freak."

"All the more reason for you to be there for him when he looses the tasty-looking morsel. I've known Levi longer than most of his crew has been alive. He'll need a shoulder to cry on, and when that happens, you need to become that shoulder."

"But Erwin, what happens if he chooses someone else?"

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

I've updated it, now please stop yelling at me for more updates. It's becoming rather troublesome and I still don't understand why people like this book to begin with.