Dear Edward,
As would be expected, I am under constant surveillance. I grow weary of stepping on eggshells, and yet at the same time I cannot deny there is some excitement in it all as well. Like a good chess match, sometimes the most satisfying moves are executed with discretion.
Lieutenant Hawkeye is also being watched. Unluckily for our foes, my team can always find a way to communicate covertly. Unluckily for us, what she had to tell me was…disturbing, to say the least.
As you are aware, Fuhrer Bradley is a homunculus. It turns out his son, Selim Bradley, is one as well.
I was shocked when I decoded her message. If anyone but the Lieutenant (or you yourself) had told me, I would have thought them mistaken. However, I trust her to have nothing but the most up to date and accurate intel.
A child homunculus. This Father character is creative, I'll give him that. Who would suspect a kid of being wrapped up in all this? Of being inhuman?
That means there's two of them watching me, now. Twice the trouble, but I still like those odds.
Yours,
Roy
