Riza dressed slowly a few weeks later. The sadness never really left her, nor did the initial shock. She slowly buttoned up each tassel on her uniform, a frown etched on her face.
She tried to think of some way to help him, some way to let him live. Tears seeped out of her eyes once again when she thought of what Gracia had told her. He had wanted to be with her and love her- so did she - but now that was impossible. Maybe- no. That would not work. There was only one person- plan - left. But it was a big risk. To bring family into such dangerous and illegal actions would be catastrophic.
Riza thought for a moment. Was saving the man she loved worth risking being an outlaw? Was it worth risking not just her life, but her family's as well? Yes- hell yes it was worth every risk, every sidestep of the law.
She may not be able to see him anymore, but she could send someone who could. Picking up the phone, she dialed a number she had not dialed in years. It rang twice, and on the third ring he answered the phone.
"Hello?" a rough voice said.
"Father, I have a favor to ask of you."
The man growled a bit. He was obviously frustrated.
"Dammit Riza, you don't call for years, and now you're asking for a favor? Why should I?"
"Because I am your only child, and I am at my rope's end. I need help because everything depends on this. So I ask again- will you do me a favor?" she demanded.
"Well, it depends on what the favor is."
"I want you to help me break Roy Mustang out of jail."
There was a pause. It was deafening and dragged out, until he spoke again.
"No."
