Chapter 5
Honey
Honey was an attentive student. She focused on the front of the class, the teacher, the lectures or explanations he gave, and she took quick notes, usually only decipherable by herself. She felt, as the leader of her team, she should be as informed as possible.
Her husband poked her in the arm. "Yer makin' a scary face," he whispered.
She glanced away from the teacher and temporarily turned her attention to Zephyr, whose eyes were glued to the front. "It's my focused face." She scrunched up her face. That got them both to smile.
After class, Team HAZL did at least one extra hour of training. Today, Honey felt strength and endurance would be the best choice for today. "Push-ups!" their leader barked. She fell into a planking position, elbows bent, nose brushing against the grass. "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! One hand! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Other hand! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Crunches!" Her back hit the grass. She felt the sweat that was seeping through her t-shirt. "One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" The vision of a pair of brown loafers and a gray suit interrupted her. "Yes, sir?"
"Training hard as usual, I see."
"Of course, sir."
"When you're done, would you be able to do me a favor?"
"… What's the favor?"
"I just need your team to haul some boxes for me."
"That's fine."
"They're in the storage room of my class. You know where it is, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. I'll see you in a bit then."
"Yes, sir," she replied. She watched as he walked away and followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight. "… Break's over! Six! Seven! Eight!"
After their workout, the team's sweaty bodies relocated themselves to the room the teacher had spoken to Honey about. The boxes were stacked high and she was barely able to make out the shelves that lined three of the walls. The blonde pulled a box from the top of one of the stacks. Something about the box felt wrong.
"These don't feel like textbooks, Honey," Zephyr said.
"Could be anything."
"There's a lot."
"Let's hope it's furniture and he's moving."
"And if it's not?"
"We don't know if it's not." She saw her husband's eyes studying the box and saw the electric sparks in his brain flashing behind the rainclouds. "Don't even. We'll be in trouble for doin' that, regardless of what we find."
He shrugged. "Alright, babe."
"If he needs this same large haul done again sometime soon, then we know somethin's up. That acceptable, Sherlock?"
"Yes, ma'am." His goofy grin was disarming. He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Where are we taking them again?"
"The truck outside, remember?"
"Oh, really?"
"Shut up, Holmes."
"You realize if they found out we helped move this stuff, then we'll be accomplices, right?"
"We're students who gave our teacher the benefit of the doubt."
"Do you really believe he's doing something illegal?!" Amethyst's earnest voice called from behind her.
Honey turned her head, blue eyes locking with the brunette's concerned brown ones. They held each other for a moment. "That's an excellent question." She turned away from the Faunus' frown of worry and the blonde went silent.