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[Judging by her appearance alone, Hawkeye has clearly seen better days. Face stern with concentration, a small frown pulls her mouth in what seems to be its habitual expression. Her long blonde hair is loose, traces of dirt and blood still clinging stubbornly in patches, and along the curve of her cheek. The stiff, white bandages encasing her throat at least are clean, obviously freshly applied. It's clear from her surroundings that she has not yet left. Her eyes set in a hard expression, damaged only a little by the dark smudges of exhaustion and blood loss. She holds the camera a little too close, a little too awkwardly, like a handheld radio - it's clear she isn't aware of the camera.]

This is Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye broadcasting, former aide to Fuhrer Bradley and Colonel Mustang of Eastern and Central Command, calling all Central and Northern units - please report. I have been provided with an explanation for my whereabouts and this device for contact. However, my inquiries on my comrades have not been sufficient answered.

Any Amestrian citizens affected by the coup who receive this broadcast, please respond. We [--if she is hesitant over the use of the royal we, given her injured and bedridden state with no knowledge of any of her unit being present to back her up, it doesn't show--] will do our best to assist you.

[Business completed, she manages to shut down the broadcast entirely, cutting the picture.]

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(Roy walks through the streets with a tight snap hanging at his side. Despite the recent attempts at the hospital to try and explain the situation, their words were hardly comforting. It was important to find out if the Lieutenant and any of the others were here. Once they regrouped, they could look for an exit. Not to mention, if they were brought to this place, then the Fuhrer could also be prowling the streets as well.

His pace quickens. It's only after he turns a corner that he hears a familiar voice and stops, taking out the device he was given upon his arrival.

He turns his back so it's facing a wall and takes a few seconds to look over her appearance in the video. At least her wounds were being taken care of now. Still, in a situation such as this, it was best to be cautious. He brings the device up to his face in a similar, awkward, fashion.)

Lieutenant. Are you all right?

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As you see. And the others, sir?

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to get in touch with them. Wherever this is, it seems we're the only ones they've brought as of now.

The woman Brigadier General Hughes hired contacted me. I haven't heard from anyone else.

Is that so? I'm glad to hear she's all right. (If Sheska was here, then maybe this didn't have anything to do with where they were back home.) We'll simply have to keep an eye out for any others who may arrive here. Judging from their explanation, I doubt this place has any connection to Amestris. (He sighs.) They don't seem interested in letting us return any time soon either.

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ONE DAY THIS WILL NOT BE YOUR FIRST COMMENT TO ME ALMOST EXACTLY.

MAYBE WHEN YOU'RE NOT BLEEDING GOD

i dont like going farther its too upsetting

one day i will bring him in blind ONE DAY