Next thing your superior knew, you were all up in his face and simply not a happy bunny. There was a rather accusing finger thrust in your direction, your eyes glaring at the appendage like you wanted to snap it in half. "I'll give you one more warning, Captain," Unlike headquarters, this was the hell known as the Grand Line Fifth Branch - better known as G-5. Unlike headquarters, the people were so aggravatingly piss-taking that it made you want to commit mass murder and have your qualifications revoked.
Unlike headquarters, the building was hanging together by what seemed to be literal fucking planks of wood and sloppy plaster jobs. This damn base was a stark contrast to the Marine headquarters. Your focus shifted from the water to the crack, eyes rolling with force that could easily pop them out of their sockets.
#SMOKER ONE PIECE CRACKED#
Through the cracked glass, which had only been patched together with a slither of packing tape, you could see the ocean as its waves bobbed up and down on the horizon. In an attempt to calm your boiling blood, you glanced out of the window sat next to your desk. Honestly if anything else happened to piss you off, you would raise hell. The room was cold, putting just that much more of a dampener on your already-sour mood. The poor coffee cup clenched in your fist was about to be subject to an unceremonious crack, one that soon spidered up the side of it. Your eyes were boring a hole through the door of your office as you seethed under your breath.
"You bastards are absolutely fucking nuts."