Cyclone: *Looking over some Important Documents while enjoying a mavdad-and-dagger-ducklings-free day*
Cyclone: Hmmm its kinda quiet today.... Now where did I leave the-
*Ensign bursts through the door puffing and panting*
Ensign: Sir! There's two admirals at the gate asking to speak to you! Something about the new squadron and flybys?!?!
Cyclone: God damn it Maverick!
-At the Mitchell-Kazansky House-
Maverick: *pops his head up from behind the couch like a startled meercat before looking at nothing with a shit-eating grin*
Maverick: ....An admiral is currently suffering. Beautiful.
Ice *who was also on the couch on top of mav, romancing*: ???