Havoc inspected the wood carefully.
He had fifteen minutes to finish and leave no trace.
The blonde sighed sighed and took a drag off his cigarette, there were no new dents on the colonel's desk. He sighed, disappointed.
He and the other officers had been observing the desk ever since Fuery found that a new dent had appeared over-night, and that it was shaped like the lieutenant's shoe. After looking into the matter they saw the desk was, well, sticky.
Breda had called an emergency meeting to decide what to do. In the end the group had concluded, unanimously, that the colonel and the lieutenant were having an affair. Jean sat in his seat and shook his head. No clues today. The door opened slowly and the subordinates tried to look busy.
Mustang and Hawkeye stepped inside.
Their fifteen minutes were up.
Later in the day when they were both out of earshot, Fuery spoke up.
"Guys? I think we should give this a rest. I mean no new leads, and there are plenty of ways those marks could be made. Besides the desk isn't gooey anymore..."
the hunt was over.
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The doorway was shut and the subordinates, gone.
It was night now, and dark.
Hawkeye grinned as Roy kissed her neck. "What so funny?" a husky, sultry whisper as he moves to her ear.
Riza rolls over and pins him down.
"The floor was my idea, you still wanted to use the desk..." she gloats and kisses her lover.
The floor would need mopping in the morning.
End.
