"Hey, Boss," Havoc said, giving him a little wave. A half-smoked lit cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth.
"Next time you decide to randomly show up somewhere, call me so I can meet you at the train station," Breda grumped at him, while giving Riza a look. Sure, she was acting as if everything were back to normal, as if nothing had ever changed, but considering a fuckton of a lot changed, that wasn't a good sign. "I don't suppose you can tell us what's going on yet?"