So, yikes! It’s been a minute since I’ve had anything for this fic. I opened the google doc today, and it said the last update was from September. Anyways, I am genuinely planning to have the next chapter out next week. But, since it’s been so long, I wanted to give y’all a little treat for being so fantastic with your support for this fic, that is still most definitely something dear to my heart. So here is the beginning of the next chapter. I hope you enjoy!
Furey is making that “I feel nervous about what other people are saying” face. Which you’d think by now, the kid would have realized only adds more fuel to the fire, or at least to Havoc’s fire. It would seem today is not that day, which is just as well.
“Relax, Furey. Who are you worried about anyways? You really think Grummen is going to have a problem?”
Havoc snorts. Isn’t that a funny picture. Honestly, if this will be the thing that gets Mustang pulled into Grummen’s office, Havoc is even more set know than he was. What a sight that’d be.
Furey stammers for a minute as they round back to the office. They pass by another open office in a full on frenzy. Breda ignores them, Furey ducks his head, but Havoc takes a second to catch a few eyes with a smirk. He doesn’t like to rub stuff in people’s faces, not usually. But these are the guys that like to take pot shots at the crew. Not that Havoc always minds; it is part of the Chief’s plan, but one of the offices on base isn’t in a frenzy today, and Havoc doesn’t mind letting them know.
Besides, he thinks as he lights his cigarette, pot shots at them are one thing. Pot shots at the Boss and his brother are an entirely different thing.
Falman is, of course, working at his desk. Havoc, intent on taking full advantage of their situation, drops into his seat and kicks his feet up. He discreetly fingers the money in his pocket, attempting to count it by feel. He’s got enough to take a few hands, and Breda’s been bragging about his new place’s cheap rent…
Before he gets much further, the door slams open with a familiar thud, and the smirk on Havoc’s face grows into a full-blown grin, “Hey there, Boss.”