Chapitre 134: Good Talk

ALLAN

Knock knock knock, Lt. Evans goes.

No answer.

"Are we sure he's home today?" she asks.

"He is usually home at this hour, cleaning his wood carvings. Try again," Lt. Song responds.

Lt. Evans knocks her hands against the wooden door again.

"Coming!" Major Felix's voice says from inside. 

"See? There he is," Lt. Song notes.

The door opens halfway, Major Felix peeping from behind it.

The major looks like he is really taking in the spirit of the weekend. His shoulder-length hair is unkempt and let loose, framing his face. He has a neck pillow over his neck, cream over his eyebags. He's wearing a simple white short and boxers.

"Do we have another mission? My doctor said I can't be moving around yet," he says, raising his hand that's still on a sling.