A Motel Room on the Mainland, Late Tuesday Morning

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Well, this wasn't how Renee pictured her life. Sitting in a motel room, drinking the crappy complimentary coffee they offered... And looking at a bottle.

Of course, she hadn't thought a lot of things would happen the way they did. Life was a bitch like that.

She sighed and took another sip.

[[For a certain Sheriffy caller]]

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[light_a_spark]

It wasn't until the patrols had been set up that Roy remembered that he was supposed to call Renee. He grabbed the nearest trooper and ordered them to try to set up a link so he could make a call through his comm.

It took some arranging, but in the end it worked out and Roy was wondering if maybe he shouldn't buy one of those cell phones.

[not_an_answer]

Glancing at her cell in confusion, Renee picked it up to see who the hell would call her now.

Number Unavailable. Typical.

"Montoya."

[light_a_spark]

"Detective Montoya, this is Roy Mustang speaking," Roy answered. "I'm sorry I'm calling you on such short notice, but I'm afraid your arrival at Fandom might have to be delayed for a little while."

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Renee frowned into the phone. "May I ask why?"