Havoc has little faith in his Colonel's sanity. I have little faith that I will ever own FMA.
# 12 – Paper Airplane

"With all due respect, Chief... shouldn't you be working?"

"Quiet, Havoc. This is a delicate process," Mustang snapped, folding the paper while cackling evilly, "Anyway, shouldn't you be working instead of watching me?"

Havoc sighed, lit a cigarette and retuned to the document he'd been looking over, and was actually quite focused until something white sailed past his nose. He watched the paper plane land next to his left hand, removed his cigarette from his lips and stubbed the ash off on the small folded contraption.

"Oi, stop it!" Roy screamed, and Havoc thought Breda was right; Mustang was insane.