A/N – Okay, just so everyone's clear, they use cordless phones. That's the way I always imagined it, anyway. Okay? Good.

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Roy sat in his office, reluctantly filling out files. Such was a typical Tuesday afternoon. Now it was evening. He yawned, bored, signing his name on a paper and flipping it upside down as the office phone rang. Thankful for the excuse to not fill out more forms, he hurriedly answered it.

"Mustang." he announced.

"Roy, uhm, it's me." Ed's voice replied on the other line. He sounded a little nervous.

"Is something wrong?"

"You could say so."

"What is it?"

"Okay, uh, this is gonna sound a little weird but you remember those notes I've been getting?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well, he knows where I live. I found another under my front door when I got home from work. I tried to ignore it, but then he called me a few minutes ago. I don't know where he got my phone number from."

"He knows your phone number?"

"I guess, but that's not even the worst part."

"I don't know how much worse it can get, Ed. Are you alright?"

"He was watching me. I don't know if he still is, but he was definitely watching me a while ago."

"How would he know so much?" Roy paused, thinking, "Unless he was working with the military?"

"I don't think so. I didn't recognize his voice at all, but…he kept laughing like he'd already won. Something's wrong with the guy, and I think that's what scares me the most."

"Stay where you are, Ed, I'm coming over there."

"You don't have to."

"I don't feel safe after hearing what you've just told me." Roy insisted, "Give me ten minutes and I'll be there."

"Couldn't you send a subordinate?"

There was a pause as Roy considered that option. "No." he finally decided, "I don't want a chance for anything to go wrong. Are your doors locked?"

"My front door, my back door, and even my bedroom."

"Good. Don't open any of them until I call and tell you I'm here."

"I won't."

"Just be patient." Roy added, and then hung up. Without letting anyone know where he was headed to, he grabbed his coat and his unfinished papers and left the office. He was really beginning to fear for Ed. Things like this didn't always end too well. Statistics have proven that. He didn't want Ed to wind up a part of those numbers.