Code of Silence
One Piece belongs to Oda Eiichiro, Jump/Shueisha, and I'm just a dirty little borrower.
Some concerns warranted direct investigation.
Hina looked at the young, nondescript Marine across her desk. Smoker had given her quite the look when she had poked her head in to inform him of her intention to borrow one of his men but had been too immediately occupied to argue.
The kid in front of her was already blinking under her stare. Not good.
"Hina will be direct: your Captain has been having a questionable guest on your ship with alarming regularity. Hina is curious what opinions on this are."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ma'am."
"Hina prefers to be addressed as Miss Hina." She drummed her gloved fingers briefly on her desk, then cocked an eyebrow as she tried a different tack. One could always later claim to have lied as part of an interrogation. "Hina has been in the room watching while Smoker was bent hard over his desk and fucked by a known pirate. That stocism only goes so far; Hina has no doubt they could be heard on deck. Surely there's been talk."
"I doubt a single man under my Captain's command has a damn idea what you're talking about." The Marine scratched his ear. "Pardon my language, Miss Hina."
Hina frowned.
"Even if all of you consistantly deny, if this ever comes out your entire company will be considered accessory. Tolerating this type of association isn't merely criminal, it's treasonous. A betrayal of your oath of service and the World Government itself."
"Yeah well, you know how Captain's got very," the Marine looked away, somehow seeming simultaneously embarassed and proud. "Very strong ideas about justice?"
Hina could not help but smirk around her cigarette. "Yes?"
"His men have their own about loyalty."
Some concerns warranted direct investigation.
Hina looked at the young, nondescript Marine across her desk. Smoker had given her quite the look when she had poked her head in to inform him of her intention to borrow one of his men but had been too immediately occupied to argue.
The kid in front of her was already blinking under her stare. Not good.
"Hina will be direct: your Captain has been having a questionable guest on your ship with alarming regularity. Hina is curious what opinions on this are."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ma'am."
"Hina prefers to be addressed as Miss Hina." She drummed her gloved fingers briefly on her desk, then cocked an eyebrow as she tried a different tack. One could always later claim to have lied as part of an interrogation. "Hina has been in the room watching while Smoker was bent hard over his desk and fucked by a known pirate. That stocism only goes so far; Hina has no doubt they could be heard on deck. Surely there's been talk."
"I doubt a single man under my Captain's command has a damn idea what you're talking about." The Marine scratched his ear. "Pardon my language, Miss Hina."
Hina frowned.
"Even if all of you consistantly deny, if this ever comes out your entire company will be considered accessory. Tolerating this type of association isn't merely criminal, it's treasonous. A betrayal of your oath of service and the World Government itself."
"Yeah well, you know how Captain's got very," the Marine looked away, somehow seeming simultaneously embarassed and proud. "Very strong ideas about justice?"
Hina could not help but smirk around her cigarette. "Yes?"
"His men have their own about loyalty."