Sponsors
Colonel Roy Mustang sat in his office reading report after report.
"Money….money...money." He thought to himself. Then there was a knock on the door.
"Sir Permission to enter?" The voice requested.
"Yes, just come." The door swung open and an orderly carrying several folders rushed in, saluted sloppily, dropped the papers on Mustangs desk and left as fast as he had come.
"They keep hiring the strangest recruits." He said to himself. He flipped through the papers and they all had the same problem. Suddenly the telephone rang.
"Hello Colonel Mustang." He said with a practiced tone. The voice that answered was high and exited.
"Hey Roy it's Hughes, How it going?" Roy had to pull the phone from his ear.
"It's good Hughes, what do you need?" Roy said with a bit more relaxed tone.
"Well money is really tight over here and was wondering if you had received my request for additional funds." Roy was silent for a moment and then sighed.
"Hughes money is tight every where." He started to explain.
"Come on, you don't want me to have to dip out of my own pocket. You'd be making me pull food from my family and then my daughter; did I tell you how cute she is? My daughter would have to sell some of her toys and then what would she play with?" Hughes paused for breath, letting Roy get a word in edge wise.
"Look Hughes I'll try everything I can, but the military is just out of money." There was a pause in which neither spoke, but the Roy could almost tell that Hughes was smiling.
"You know?" Hughes began. "We could always…" But before he was finished Roy interrupted.
"No Hughes! Not going to happen, In fact I would rather start selling my personal property before agreeing with that."
"Fine, fine but just remember that's an option."
"No, I will never consider getting sponsors for the military." Roy's voice was calm now.
"Okay then don't, but we still need money." With that Hughes hung up, leaving Roy alone with his work.
"Money…..money….money." His thoughts were again interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in." At his word the door was pushed open and the Furor stepped in.
"Sir." Roy said as he stood up and saluted.
"At ease, I want you to look through these and try each one out." The Furor laid down some folders. Roy picked one and started to read its name out loud.
"Central Dairy Farm, sir did you talk to Major Hughes?"
"Yes I did, and I think we could use the money." With that the furor left the room.
"Well I guess we're getting a sponsor, better call Ed."