Wednesday, February 11, 1953, Midnight
[As per usual, Roy is making his rounds through the city. As the last place before his shift ends, he goes to check on the Jail, passing by, just quickly scanning the area - when something catches his eye. A book, almost hidden in the shadows of an empty cell. When he retrieves it, he dusts it off, reading the title, "A Collection of Notes Regarding Alchemy, V: I-XX."]
A book of alchemy? Here?
[Then he sees the authors, and surprise all but coats his face. He acts quickly, putting the book inside his coat and striding out as if nothing ever happened. He clocks himself out, face as professional and unemotional as ever. Even after exiting headquarters, he moves with no rush, making his way into District Two, where he'd last seen Edward. It doesn't matter much that it was the middle of the night. Edward needs to see this, now.]
A book of alchemy? Here?
[Then he sees the authors, and surprise all but coats his face. He acts quickly, putting the book inside his coat and striding out as if nothing ever happened. He clocks himself out, face as professional and unemotional as ever. Even after exiting headquarters, he moves with no rush, making his way into District Two, where he'd last seen Edward. It doesn't matter much that it was the middle of the night. Edward needs to see this, now.]