((It's good! I'm trying to compensate with my poor excuse of a post now. XD))

Drip. Drip. Drop.

"...And just my luck," the colonel gave a disgruntled sigh as he started to see the pattern of droplets land on the ground. Much to Roy's dismay it began to rain which was one of his weaknesses as flame alchemist. He shuddered at the thought of being taunted by his fellow officers especially Havoc once he returned to his office. Then again, there were worse things than being mocked. If Scar is still lurking around here I'm minced meat.

The nearest place where Roy could temporarily shelter himself from the rain was a street vendor that had a stack of news papers on the ground. Roy picked up a copy and read the main headline, "Ishavalans Spotted In Central: What Does This Mean For The Military? Hmm..." He skimmed through the first page of article since it mainly rambled about Scar and the State Alchemist and things he already knew. When he was about to put the paper back he paused to read the last paragraph outloud, "...A well-known pub in Central has been rumored to be housing in Ishavalan refugees. However, critics claim that this may mean trouble for the military. These critics imply that due to the bloody past the military and Ishval has had: these refugees might be plotting for revenge..." Roy pondered for a moment before his thoughts were interrupted by the old man running the vending stand.

"Hey! This ain't no library! So pay for the damn paper already!" The old man said pointing an accusing finger at Roy.

"Fine, fine. How much?" Roy said reaching into his pocket for change.

"350 cenz," the old man said with his palm open.

"Tch! But it says 200-- Nevermind." He placed a few coins in the man's hand and walked off with the newspaper under his arm.