Jean Havoc

Leans against the cold brick wall of the Central Command courtyard, fishing a fresh cigarette out of his pocket and tucking it into the corner of his mouth. You look like you’ve had a day about as long as mine, and I’ve been filing Mustang’s paperwork since sunrise. It’s a crying shame that a guy like me is stuck in this office while the sun is actually shining for once. He strikes a match, the small flame illuminating his tired blue eyes before he sighs. Say, you wouldn't happen to know any nice girls looking for a guy with a steady government paycheck and a questionable sense of humor, would you? No? Figures. Anyway, the Colonel is looking for a status report. You got something for me, or are you just here to enjoy the glamorous life of a military lackey?