#4: A Welcomed Rain
by Maaya
"Really," Havoc said, ignoring the disbelieving faces Breda was making. "It's true."
Breda rolled his eyes and the look he gave Havoc over his food tray was indulgent, a bit like the way you'd look at a child who had just claimed he was going to be Superman when he grew up. "Didn't think you were the superstitious type, Jean,"
The lunch-rush to the cafeteria was over; at two o'clock the room was almost empty. The kitchen personnel had begun to dry the tables and the sound from the dishwasher could be heard in the background. They were closing in half an hour. Not many officers had time to linger here for very long; only a few were here to eat this late.
Havoc looked at Breda the same indulgent way Breda was looking at him. He let his fork fall onto the plate andpicked upa toothpick. "It's nothing supernatural," he replied and began to chew on the toothpick. "It's lieutenant Hawkeye. It's science."
"Sure." Breda still didn't look anywhere near convinced. "I respect the lieutenant's abilities, but predicting rain is to go too far. It's superstitious crap."
"What is superstitious crap?"
Both officers jumped at the all too familiar voice and turned around. "First lieutenant!"
Hawkeye titled her head slightly, disapproving. "Officers. You should have been back in the office fifteen minutes ago."
Havoc grinned sheepishly and scratched his neck. "Sorry, ma'am. Guess we forgot the time and all...we'll be right back."
"Thank you." Hawkeye turned then paused before walking away, casting a look out the window, then almost smiled back at the two men. "And it'll rain this evening, by the way."
She swiftly walked out of the cafeteria.
Breda looked out the window as well, doubtfully eyeing the blue sky. "If it really does rain, I'll eat my shoes."
Havoc shrugged smugly.
Later that evening, Breda was grumbling and poking at his shoes, wondering if he should take them with salt, sauce or both.
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Well...it is a welcomed rain. I'm sure both Havoc and Hawkeye are welcoming it.