(See Chapter 1)
Maes stepped into the office doorway and briefly observed the people busy at their work: Warrant Officer Vato Falman bent over a couple of files, totally absorbed, Second Lieutenant Breda on the phone (feet up on his desk), Master Sergeant Kain Fuery busily making calculations on a large notepad, and Havoc and Hawkeye conferring quietly at her desk, the man leaning against one corner of it, arms folded across his chest.
Fuery was the first to see the newcomer, setting down the pencil and greeting him with only a slightly diminished degree of cheerfulness. He obviously knew about the latest case of arson, and was aware that Maes would have just come from there. “Good morning, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes,” said the young man. “Good to see you. How is Elysia?”
Maes beamed at him, even while inwardly chuckling at the way Breda grimaced and tossed an eraser at his co-worker at the next desk. Pulling out a sheaf of photographs. “Good morning, Fuery,” Maes enthused, “I can tell you exactly how my little ambassador of sweetness is. See?” He walked over to Fuery’s desk, leaning over it and fanning the photos out on its surface. “Look at this one, on her tricycle. Her pigtails are just bouncing, you can tell even in a picture. Isn’t that the cutest thing ever?”
( Heading into the inner office )
(Cont'd - Chapter 2 part 2)
Maes stepped into the office doorway and briefly observed the people busy at their work: Warrant Officer Vato Falman bent over a couple of files, totally absorbed, Second Lieutenant Breda on the phone (feet up on his desk), Master Sergeant Kain Fuery busily making calculations on a large notepad, and Havoc and Hawkeye conferring quietly at her desk, the man leaning against one corner of it, arms folded across his chest.
Fuery was the first to see the newcomer, setting down the pencil and greeting him with only a slightly diminished degree of cheerfulness. He obviously knew about the latest case of arson, and was aware that Maes would have just come from there. “Good morning, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes,” said the young man. “Good to see you. How is Elysia?”
Maes beamed at him, even while inwardly chuckling at the way Breda grimaced and tossed an eraser at his co-worker at the next desk. Pulling out a sheaf of photographs. “Good morning, Fuery,” Maes enthused, “I can tell you exactly how my little ambassador of sweetness is. See?” He walked over to Fuery’s desk, leaning over it and fanning the photos out on its surface. “Look at this one, on her tricycle. Her pigtails are just bouncing, you can tell even in a picture. Isn’t that the cutest thing ever?”
( Heading into the inner office )
(Cont'd - Chapter 2 part 2)