The Hawk's A Fox
'Dammit! Where the hell WAS he?'
John Havoc turned once more, to glare viciously at the desk. The empty desk. The empty desk that should have been occupied three and a half hours ago. Should have been, but wasn't. Even now there was no sign of the desk's proper occupant. It didn't make any sense, he was never late. In fact, he was usually early. So where was he? Something had to have happened to him, it was the only explanation. But what? The list seemed endless, though Havoc knew it wasn't. It was just, well, he couldn't keep from worrying.
When he'd first noticed the empty desk that morning it had seemed odd, but he had simply paid it no mind. Until, forty-five minutes later, he realized the chair was still vacant. After that, he found it increasingly more difficult to concentrate. The more the minutes ticked by, the more anxious he became. To be blunt, he was getting downright irritable. Hawkeye had left sometime earlier, saying she had something to discuss with Mustang. Once she was gone, Farman and Breda had wasted little time finding excuses to leave themselves. He couldn't blame them. He was driving himself up the wall, pacing the room like this.
Which is why he nearly jumped at the cool, damp touch suddenly on his hand. Black Hayate was gazing up at him with dark brown eyes. After a moment the dog huffed softly and padded back to his mistress, who stood in the doorway.
"What do you want, Hawkeye?"
She said nothing, but crossed the room to Havoc and pressed something into his hand. He rubbed the object for a minute, then lifted it so he could see.
"A key?"
She nodded, "it's to Fury's house."
A key to Fury's house. Now why would she have that? But then, he didn't really care. If only he could leave.
"Havoc."
He shifted his gaze back to her.
"This isn't like Cain. He hasn't even called. Would you go check up on him for me, if you've nothing better to do?"
That explained a lot. Like what Hawkeye had gone to talk with Mustang about. She hadn't said it, hadn't really even implied it, but she didn't have to. Havoc knew he hadn't gotten much done (even less than usual) since he'd noticed Fury's absence. Apparently Hawkeye didn't think he was going to get anything done until he knew Fury was all right. Then again, Havoc didn't feel like doing anything. Except maybe bolting out the door and heading straight for Fury's house. Instead he bit down on his cigarette and faced Hawkeye.
"Sure thing, I'll check on him for ya."
Hawkeye smiled to herself after Havoc brushed past her and out the door. How long did he think he could hide it from her? It was so obvious what he thought of Fury, at least from her point of view it was. Truthfully, she couldn't see how everyone else had missed it. Not that it mattered now.
"Come on Black Hayate, let's go tell Mustang that Fury won't be in today."
She started off down the hall, the contented pup at her heels. What would these guys do without her?
Chaos: Well, what'd ya think? Pleaz tell me. I'm sorry if this chapter was kinda boring, but ya gotta get it set up somehow. Chapter title refers to Hawkeye, that conniver. And I've got this set at a time where Black Hayate's about half grown. I think that's it. I'll try to get chapter 2 up soon. But I need inspiration...