Dispute
Havoc walked in to the office and encountered a curious sight. Liza and Roy had their heads together, murmuring about something. Farman, Fury, and Breda pretended to ignore the goings on.
"Did I miss something?" he asked, setting down a stack of paperwork he had picked up at the Administration front.
"Shh!" Farman hissed. "They're –"
Liza let out a sound of triumph while Roy sagged comically.
"Major Hawkeye, your dice have to be loaded," Roy grumped.
"If they were loaded, then you would have gotten the same as me," she said demurely.
"What were they rolling for?" Havoc asked Fury.
"You," the young man said gloomily.
Oh, now this was too surreal. He was about ready to open his mouth when Roy said, "All right, Lieutenant, but I get him today."
Farman patted a freaked-out Havoc sympathetically on the back. "It's not like we didn't know anyway..."
The blonde growled and turned, laying Farman out cold with a well-aimed punch to the chin.