001 | Mustang | July 10, 6 PM | Voice
[There's no voice on the other end of the line first; just a soft, metallic click, much like that of a lighter going off, a crackle of something like paper, then a long sigh, like someone exhaling. Wherever the speaker is, it's quiet enough to hear that sort of sound over the very distant sound of the sandstorm.]
Never a dull moment, is there...
[Another pause, as whoever's on the other end apparently takes another drag from whatever he's smoking.]
Well, figured this thing out quickly enough. A communication device, is it? That'd assume there are people listening to me right now.
My name's Roy Mustang. Haven't got a clue why I'm here, and I'm hoping it isn't ALWAYS going to be this dusty.
So, sandstorm aside, how is it for you?
Never a dull moment, is there...
[Another pause, as whoever's on the other end apparently takes another drag from whatever he's smoking.]
Well, figured this thing out quickly enough. A communication device, is it? That'd assume there are people listening to me right now.
My name's Roy Mustang. Haven't got a clue why I'm here, and I'm hoping it isn't ALWAYS going to be this dusty.
So, sandstorm aside, how is it for you?