"East City Command Center. How may I direct your call?"
"Co-Colonel...Mustang."
"Identification code?"
"773564"
"Mustang. Speak."
"H-hello to...you too, b-boss."
"Havoc?!"
"Yeah. I need a lift."
"You need-do you realize you've been MIA for four days?"
"Heh. Yeah. I got jumped."
"What? How did-"
"Boss, I dunno how far...how long I got till they f-find me."
"I'm coming. Where are you?"
"Phone booth in..I think...south side?"
"Fuery's on it. What's your status?"
"..."
"Lieutenant!"
"S-sorry, s-sir."
"Stay with me, Havoc. Are you injured?"
"Yeah, they…not really sure 'bout all of it, but..arm's broken and there's blood…"
"Can you stop the bleeding?"
"Didn't wanna take th' time."
"Havoc, listen to me. We're coming, but you need to get out of that phone booth. Find a spot to hide, and if you can't, keep moving. We'll find you, but you need to move."
"I...I don't know if…"
"That's an order, Lieutenant."
"Yessir."
"Tell me what you're going to do."
"Get out..keep moving."
"Go."
"Havoc?"
"Sir, over here."
"Shit, Jean…"
"Breda, stay back. Havoc, can you hear me?"
"B-boss."
"That's right. I need you to put the gun down, Havoc. Can you do that?"
"I-he…"
"He's dead. It's over now. Just put the gun down. Good, that's good."
"S-sorry, b-boss. Messed up, let 'em jump me…"
"You didn't do anything wrong. Just relax. Let us handle it now."
"But…"
"Lieutenant. Stand down."
"Yessir...Sir? Thank you."