Jonah is going to do his best, but he 's gonna cry about it. Or, at least, he 'll cry when this is over.

Walking through the halls of Marineford is nothing short of nerve wracking, a week out from Fire Fist Ace 's execution date. The island is crawling with the Marines ' best and brightest, and a fair share of them have taken to just hanging out along the exact route Jonah has to take to get back to his office.

So, you know. Fuck that.

Jonah eases out of the janitorial closet he 's taken to stowing away in whenever he 's this side of his unit 's wing and his original Transponder from home rings, not the standard issue one he had received upon his transfer to the Navy headquarters. That, or whenever fucking

Grant

starts rambling about the girl who works at a bar in the city he wants to ask out.