It was a million-to-one chance...[CLOSED]
Characters: Huang Rong and Jean Havoc
Content: Two people who have met previously meet again...but, shh, one of them isn't supposed to know that.
Setting: Amestris, Hangar
Time: Afternoon, some unspecified but significant amount of time after this log.
Warnings: None I can think of.
"I'm not sure, miss. Maybe you should ask one of the mechanics or pilots?"
So Huang Rong set off for the hangar, all because of one tiny, practically insignificant discrepancy in the records. How stupid.
Still, she had to admit that there were certain advantages to being records keeper, one of which was access to almost everyone's files. But even so, on a ship as large as the Amestris, it's difficult to find one person especially since all she had to go on was eye colour. All the same, looking through the files was her best chance at finding that person and, by extension, answers...
She stepped into the hangar, clipboard cradled in her arm as she looked around to see if anyone was there.
...after all, what were the chances that they'd just walk into each other again? Really?
Content: Two people who have met previously meet again...but, shh, one of them isn't supposed to know that.
Setting: Amestris, Hangar
Time: Afternoon, some unspecified but significant amount of time after this log.
Warnings: None I can think of.
"I'm not sure, miss. Maybe you should ask one of the mechanics or pilots?"
So Huang Rong set off for the hangar, all because of one tiny, practically insignificant discrepancy in the records. How stupid.
Still, she had to admit that there were certain advantages to being records keeper, one of which was access to almost everyone's files. But even so, on a ship as large as the Amestris, it's difficult to find one person especially since all she had to go on was eye colour. All the same, looking through the files was her best chance at finding that person and, by extension, answers...
She stepped into the hangar, clipboard cradled in her arm as she looked around to see if anyone was there.
...after all, what were the chances that they'd just walk into each other again? Really?