Roy groaned again and sat up, throwing the covers back irritably. He stalked to the door and nearly ripped it off it's hinges and glowered at them. "I'm not your boss. What do you want?"
Breda reached out and clapped Roy on the back. "Congrats on the impending fatherhood then," he said, reaching into his jacket to pull out a package of cigars.
Havoc greedily reached for a cigar as he pulled his lighter out of his coat pocket. "So, you gonna go back and make an honest woman out of Miss Hawkeye?," Havoc asked as he lit up the cigar.
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"Why are we here again?," Havoc whined.
"To settle a bet," Breda muttered as they climbed up the front step of the cabin, "But mostly for the boss-lady."
Havoc shivered and knocked at the door. "I'm gonna be pissed if we find a popsicle in there instead of the General."
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"I'm freezing my ass off, boss!," Havoc shouted.
"Our deaths are gonna be on your hands if you don't let us in already!," Breda added.
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"Fuery finally got a girlfriend," Havoc added, "You know that nerdy chick from the tribunal. Plain face, huge knockers."
Breda sighed a long suffering sigh. "Do you just know all the women at headquarters by their cup size or what?"
Havoc only shrugged and grinned sheepishly.
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Breda took a deep breath before he spoke. "Well, the boss-lady is doing alright, except for the morning sickness."
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Havoc nodded his agreement. "The father must be someone special, then."
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