Chapter 7: Car Show Chaos
Ok this is just a totally random off the wall idea I got while watching my brother run his dirt bike on the track we made in our back yard. This story is a bit ahead of the time of the FMA world but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
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"So Mr. Havoc what exactly happened to you?" asked the emergency room doctor as he examined the minor, yet incredibly painful, burns that were scattered all over his body. Upon hearing the question the 2nd Lieutenant sighed and once again launched into the story.
Earlier in the Day
"Welcome to the Military's Charity Car Show" read the banner they drove under at the park entrance.
"So what are we here for?" Mustang asked in a bored tone from the passenger seat.
"We're supposed to supervise," answered Hawkeye from the driver's side.
"Great" he muttered sarcastically.
"Oh cheer up Chief we don't have to wear those stuffy uniforms," Havoc said with a smile "And we get to spent the day looking at girls, cars, and more girls"
"Havoc you do realize that most girls that come to car shows are with a guy right?" added Breda.
"Don't bust my bubble" Havoc muttered back.
Once they reached the place where they were supposed to park they pilled out and began to split up.
"Wow! I would sure love to take that baby for a spin!" Havoc said pointing out a car to Breda.
"What was that?" growled Mustang from behind them before Breda had a chance to say anything.
"I was saying that I'd-" He started before he saw the murderous look in his superior's eyes and realized what had happened "Hold on Chief I think you misunderstood I was talking about…."
"I understood what you were saying," he hissed cutting Havoc off "Now you understand me; you have five seconds"
For a heavy smoker Havoc was a pretty fast runner but Mustang's flames were faster.
"What made him so mad?" Hawkeye wondered as she turned around to look at the car behind her "It is a very nice car"