3. "It's nice that you've finally come back, Brigadier General. I thought you had, like, completely resiged or something." Havoc lit his cigarrette and peered over at Roy. "We got Hawkeye to tell us everything that happened between you and the Elrics. She had that cute girl Winry tell her everything."
"How have things been around here?" he asked duly.
"Not as hectic as they used to be," Breda answered. "We only have one small case on our hands. Some old alchemist keeps on getting bizarre threats saying that all his notes, which were supposed to have burned in the first library, were actually recovered and someone is in hold of them. It's nothing major, though, and I don't really think his notes are anything special. But that's what you'll be working on with us now that you're back."
Roy sighed, slouching back in his chair. "Man, this is going to be a long day."
"Have you heard about Riza's boyfriend?" Havoc asked, leaning forward excitedly.
"You shouldn't be smoking in the office," Fuery muttered, though he was ignored.
"Matthew O'Brien. Yeah, I've heard of him."
"I've met him," Havoc smirked. "He's pretty amazing. You've got strong competetion now that you're back."
Roy laughed. "It has nothing to do with me."
"Of course not." Havoc's smirk widened as he turned back to his paperwork.
"You two shouldn't talk about this. She could be in the next room, for all you know," Fuery reminded them.
"Whatever," Havoc groaned. "It's not like I said anything bad about him anyway."
Taking in Fuery's words, Roy shot a look at the door before asking in a whisper, "What does he do for a living?"
Havoc leaned forward, whispering back. "It has nothing to do with you."
"Cut the crap."
"He's a lawyer." Roy groaned. "I told you it was strong competition."
"Since when is it competition?"
"You know," Havoc conitnued, ignoring his question, "he'll probaby be by to pick her up later today. They're going on a date. Maybe you can meet him?"
Breda looked up from his paperwork, deciding that the conversation was interesting after all. "Oh, sounds like fun!"
Roy smirked. "I guess it wouldn't hurt, would it?"
Havoc laughed before coughing and spitting out his ciggarrette.
…
"Yo! Matt!" Havoc called, waving, as he walked out of the building followed by Breda and Roy. "Nice to see you again!"
Matt looked up from where he stood, leaning against his car. He was very tall and had wavy brown hair that fell past his ears. He was dressed in a sharp suit, a leather briefcase in one hand, and he had a convertible.
"Imagine if he had a motorcycle to pick her up with," Breda laughed.
"Yeah, right," Havoc muttered back, "but you have to admit that his owning a Mustang is a little too ironic."
"If it isn't Jean Havoc." He grinned over at him. "And Heymans Breda, too. Who's this behind you two?"
"Roy Mustang. Riza used to work for him."
Recognition spread across Matt's face. "Oh." Roy cringed, wondering what kind of stories he had heard about him.
"Nice to meet you," Roy greeted him, outstretching his hand.
"You two," he returned. "I've heard a lot about you."
"I can tell."
"Matthew!" Riza's voice came from behind them.
Havoc rubbed his hands together excitedly, exchanged a childish grin with Breda. "This is getting good."
Riza looked the three of them over. "I see you ran into Matthew on your way out from work."
"I finally got a chance to meet Roy Mustang," Matt added.
"He says that you've told him a lot about me," Roy added. Riza shot a glance at him and then back to Matt.
"We should probably get going," she mumbled, slipping past him into the car.
"Nice seeing you again, and meeting you, Mr. Mustang," Matt said, joining her.
As they drove off, Breda commented, "Doesn't the Lieutenant seem a lot more immature recently? She's a little more childish than she used to be."
She's not the only one, Roy thought. "Maybe he's not a good influence…?"
Havoc laughed a little harder. "Man, things were boring until you came back!"