To Thine Own Self Be True
Chapter 23 - A Girl Worth Fighting For
Back in Central, Mustang began to forget about Kishua City. He wrote up his report due to the request of Hawkeye's pistol. As he was writing, Havoc was pulled from the office by the same mousy girl, Nelson. She also returned Hayate at the same time. The dog was so happy to see his 'mommy' again. She was sitting at her desk and he jumped right up into her lap. She usually scolded him, but right now, she was glad to see him, too. So she petted him while he fell asleep in her lap. Across the building and on the first floor, Havoc was being escorted by the 'mouse' to internal affairs.
"Lieutenant Jean Havoc?"
"Yes?"
"Please come in and have a seat."
Havoc walked in and the mouse left. He didn't take a seat, he preferred to stand.
"Lieutenant Havoc, we've received news from a private source about an internal issue. You working under Colonel Mustang makes it easy for us. I need you to secretly monitor your superior."
"Sirs?"
"That is all Havoc. We expect a report at 2000 today, and remember, you need to do this in secrecy and you must report on everything. Your are dismissed."
Havoc saluted and then left, heading back up to the office. Back at the office, he noticed Mustang was alone. Hawkeye, Breda and Fuery were gone, probably to lunch. As he slowly opened the door, he saw Mustang had his back to him and he was on the phone.
"Hello? Ah... Becky."
Havoc ears pricked. Becky was the name of the girl at the cafe. He had been attempting to flirt with her for a while now. He listened hoping she was calling for him.
"Yes... Okay... Of course... Yes... Perfect... Yes... Yes... Bye-bye..."
Mustang hung up his phone and sighed. He had just received a date for tonight. Havoc began silently crying milk-like tears. He didn't even notice Mustang turn around. Havoc walked from the office crying just as Breda, Fuery and Hawkeye returned.
"Breda and Fuery, come here please."
The two men walked over to Mustang as Hawkeye unleashed Hayate and sat back down at her desk to do her work.
"Men, I have a feeling Havoc was just dumped again. I need you to go find him a date. Understood."
"Yes sir."
They finished their whispered conversation and the two men left the office. Fuery began searching that floor and Breda went downstairs. He walked around, to finding anyone until he came on to Sheska.
"Hey, Sheska."
She turned and faced Breda.
"Yes?"
"You know Lieutenant Havoc right?"
"Yes."
"you wouldn't happen to know anyone whom would want to... 'go on a date' with him, do you?"
"Well...-"
Just as she was about to answer, she was hit in the head with a pink sparkle. Breda's eye widened. He knew what that meant. He slowly turned around and sure enough, he saw lots of pink sparkles as Armstrong flexed his muscles.
"I know the perfect girl! My sister! I'll introduce my sister Josie to Havoc!"
Armstrong continued to flex his muscles as more sparkles appeared. Breda ducked.
"Okay, thanks Armstrong. I'll tell the colonel."
And with that, he quickly left. He walked back down the halls to the office. Inside, he saw Fuery had already returned with no luck. Havoc was sitting with his head on his desk as Hawkeye proof read Mustang's papers.
"Sir."
"Yes Breda?"
Breda walked over to Mustang and they whispered.
"Perfect! Havoc! Come here!"
Havoc walked over to Mustang and the milk-like tears disappeared finally.
"Havoc old boy. We've just found the perfect girl for you!"
Mustang smiled as Havoc's eyes twinkled. Hawkeye rolled her eyes in disbelief that there are using military time to find dates. They made a meeting for Havoc to met Josie. They never told him that she was Armstrong's sister.
"Sir, is this really the time to be making 'date' plans? In the middle of the office?"
"Jealous Hawkeye?"
BANG!
"Shutting up!"
The three men went back to their seats and finished their work. Later that evening, Hawkeye was the only one gone. The men stayed behind to meet Josie. After an hour later, Armstrong returned all sparkly and stuff. His shirt was missing and he was smiling.
"Major! Did you bring her?"
"Yes sir. And here she is... Josie Armstrong my baby sister!"
He did a little ballet tip-top to the side. There in the doorway was a beautiful girl with long blond hair and a petite form. Her eyes were bright green and she wore a miniskirt. All the men in the office began drooling.
She seamed to sparkle also, but they all figured it was 'Armstrong Family Tradition' to sparkle when happy.
"Your Josie? I'm Jean."
Josie smiled as Armstrong began to flex his muscles behind her. 'Armstrong Family Tradition' to allow sparkles to fall on your baby sister while she meets a new man? And 'Armstrong Family Tradition' to flex your muscles in order to create said sparkles?
"Yes I am Josie. And... sadly, my taste for men is they need to be like my big brother..."
Hey eyes twinkled as Armstrong flexed his muscles and more sparkles appeared. Havoc seamed to cry more milk-like tears and Mustang, Breda and Fuery kind-of fell over twitching.
"My life is not fair!"
Havoc cried then walked... I mean slithered like a snake from the room... and made his way to give his report to internal affairs. After he returned, Breda and Fuery were ready to leave. Mustang still had work to do, so he stayed behind.
"So, sorry about that Havoc."
"Yeah, I'm used to getting rejected, dumped, ignored by all woman."
"Wow..."
"Just... let's drop it."
The three continued to walk back to their dorms. Then, as they rounded a corner they froze awe struck.
"Is that...-"
"Colonel said it didn't exist...-"
"But it is...-"
"Colonel!"
The three men ran back to the office as fast as they could screaming. They ran into the dark building, passed the janitors, and up to the office.
"Colonel!"
"What?"
Mustang was finishing his papers behind his desk as the three men attempted to run in the office at the same time. They got stuck and just hung their, all three stuck in the doorway.
"Sir!"
"We saw it!"
"The 13th warehouse!"
Mustang sighed and looked at his pathetic men hanging like a beaded curtain in his office doorway.
"The 13th warehouse doesn't exist."
"But we saw it!"
"It doesn't exist!"
"But...-"
"Enough! Tomorrow, Saturday right. At 0800, Meet me out in front of the dorms. I'll prove once and for all the 13th warehouse does not exist!"
Mustang walked over to the men and pushed hard. They fell out into the hallway and Mustang then slammed the door shut.
A/N - Hello... Is anyone out there... (hears an echo as milk-like tears fall down her cheeks) ...
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