So, yikes! Itâs been a minute since Iâve 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 itâs been so long, I wanted to give yâall 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 âI feel nervous about what other people are sayingâ face. Which youâd think by now, the kid would have realized only adds more fuel to the fire, or at least to Havocâs fire. It would seem today is not that day, which is just as well.
âRelax, Furey. Who are you worried about anyways? You really think Grummen is going to have a problem?â
Havoc snorts. Isnât that a funny picture. Honestly, if this will be the thing that gets Mustang pulled into Grummenâs office, Havoc is even more set know than he was. What a sight thatâd 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 doesnât like to rub stuff in peopleâs 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 Chiefâs plan, but one of the offices on base isnât in a frenzy today, and Havoc doesnât 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. Heâs got enough to take a few hands, and Bredaâs been bragging about his new placeâs cheap rentâŚ
Before he gets much further, the door slams open with a familiar thud, and the smirk on Havocâs face grows into a full-blown grin, âHey there, Boss.â
