"Did they say anything"
"Maybe it was a wrong number so somthing. That happens you know--"
Havoc sighed and grabbed the back of Furey's collar,pulling him into a head lock of some sort.
"Look" he started calmly,"I'm sure that there was fighting. No they didn't say anything. And i'm positive that was the colonel and lieutenant on the other line"
Furey toppled to the ground when Havoc suddenly released him.
In a frantic state the young man akwardly scrammbled onto his feet.
His mouth agap,ready to object.
"But we're not gonna know for sure what's happining until we get there,so let's get going!" Furey was once again cut off from his excessive worrying.
"Falman! Breda!" Havoc jerked his head at the master sergent,signaling them to take him to the car.
He watched as his two subordanates tried pulling their petrified commrade away.
"It's ok little buddy!" Breda assured.
"I'm sure they're fine" Falman also interjected,"I wouldn't be surprised if it was just the colonel playing some twisted prank on us."
"Yea!" Breda grinned,obviously thankful for Falman's quick thinking,"And if we hurry back we might catch at least some of Hawkeye kicking his ass!"
"Yea..." Furey agreed weakly
The door shut behind the three,and Havoc could hear no more of their 'I can't wait to see the colonel piss his pants' conversation.
Finally,he sat the phone down gently on it's receiver.
One hand reaching up to scratch his head as his eyes closed.
"Is anything the matter lieutenant Havoc?"
His eyes flashed open and he spun around.
"Not at all Miss Kris" a fake smile plastered on his face,"Thank you for letting me use your phone"
The woman nodded shyly.
"T-then" she blushed stepping closer,hands twiddling,"Could you...I mean...If you don't mind..."
'She'd having a hard time saying whatever it is she wants to say' he thought,'She looks like me trying to ask someone out on a--" He sucked in a sharp breath of air,'She wants to ask me out on a date!'
"Miss" he interupted her bashful stammering,"I would be happy to"
He could have sworn she turned the shade of a cherry before cupping her cheeks in her hands to cover the flush.
"Thank you so much sir!"
'Sir?'
"Please be sure to tell Colonel Mustang not to be late for out date,and i'm thinking about him!" she giggled girlishly before dissapearing into the kitchen of her bakery.
Leaving a crestfallen,and once again date-less,Havoc alone at the counter.
"T-t-the C-colonel?" he faintly squeaked.
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Minutes later the four men pulled up in front of the doors of HQ,briskly stepping out of the car.
"S-somthing's wrong" Furey note,oddly grave.
Falman and Breda turned about,looking around them for anything unusual.
Havoc simply slammed his car door shut,and lazily leaned against it while lighting a cigarette.
"There's no people" he informed,"There are always people at HQ"
"So Mustang and Hawkeye really were in trouble" Breda breathed.
"Were. Or still are" Falman added,his glance shifting to the building.
'BAM!'
The three subordanates turned suddenly to the rear of the car.
Surprised by the loud thumps they heard.
There,Havoc was jerkidly pulling at the floor board of the trunk.
"Come on damnit!" they heard him growl.
Then he grinned,his cigarette between his teeth.
Idly he tossed the old floor board to his right.
"So" she said slamming both hands on the bummper,"Who wants first pick?"
Hesitently the other officers peered into,the now floorboard-less,trunk.
"Woa" Furey readjusted his glasses.
Falman stared,doumbfounded,and Breda muttered a few of his favorite curse words.
Havoc gave a chuckle at their reactions,"You got it. Hawkeye's secret stash of fire arms"
He then reached for a couple hand guns,storing them away in various pockets of a bullet proof vest and slipped it on.
Then went for a larger gun.
The other stared at all the weaponry he was dressing himself in,and the smoker glance up.
"On a scale of 1-10" he mussed continuing to examine the different guns,"How mad would the lieutenant be if she found we'd rummaged though her guns without bringing her so much as a pistol?"
He watched their faces go white,and all three dove into the trunk;Loading themselves with as much as each could carry,while Havoc stood thinking.
'If these 'intruders' overpowered Mustang and Hawkeye' he began darkly,'We're gonna need a lot more guns than that trunk can hold'
He breathed out a puff of smoke and watched it rise upwards.
'It might not be too much longer until I follow you up there smoke'
The trunk slammed shut,and Havoc knew they were ready.
"Well?" Furey prompted
The second lieutenant turned,grinning slyly at his men,"Anyone wanna play rescue the superiors?"
Each returned his smile,and nodded.
Havoc's face turned serious and commandingly asked,"time?"
"11:46" Breda sharply answered,"Almost mid-day"
The lieutenant nodded,"Right,let's go"
And all four stepped into the building silently.
'Wer're comming.' Havoc seemed to call out in his mind,'Hold on guys'
