Something's rotten in the state of Denmark, Maes. I can smell it. I just can't see it.
The Fuhrer, who looked so devastated at your funeral, is now acting more suspiciously than ever. I honestly don't know what to make of it, Maes. I wish you were here to help me sort it all out.
Ever since I sent Ross east to Xing, I've been having Falman keep an eye on Barry the Chopper in case anyone from the prison where Ross was being held recognized him and was able to give a description to the people who killed you. And something's fishy about it.
And because Lieutenant Hawkeye agrees with me, I've sent her undercover to watch Falman and Barry's safe house. She's keeping a bird's eye view of the apartment, and really the only thing I've been doing since she left is keep phone contact with her.
I'm worried, Maes. I've got this feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it isn't a good one. You know it rarely is.
Something is rotten in the state of Amestris, Maes. Far more rotten than anything in Denmark ever was, and Central is the root. The only problem will be locating this root, and destroying it.
What were you working on, Maes? What on earth was so important that the people behind the rot decided you were too dangerous to let live?
Hell no, something's wrong with Hawkeye. There's something in the tower with her, Fuery, and Black Hayate. I have to go find them, Maes.
Even if it means that I die, and I never get revenge for your death.
Sometimes, the only thing we can do is focus on the present.
God help me.