Telephone Line
It had been a week since his loyal subordinates had been sent away from him but out of all of them he missed his First Lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye, the most. He would sit by the phone most nights as if he was willing her to phone him to tell him she was OK. She never did and in a way he never expected her to.
After a week, however, he found himself dialling her number. He held the receiver to his ear and waited for her to pick up. She didn't. The phone kept on ringing, and ringing, and ringing. He allowed it to ring ten, twenty, thirty times before he started to speak.
"Hey, it's Roy," he said, knowing that she wasn't to pick up therefore not going to hear him. "Sorry it's so late, but… I guess I thought I'd see how things were going in the president's office. Is he treating you OK? I bet you don't to wake him up to paperwork, eh? Or make sure he doesn't get caught out in the rain on a mission? I bet you're living on easy street now. Well anyway, I'll let you get on. Maybe see you around headquarters?"
He put the phone down and went to the kitchen where he made himself a coffee and walked back to the couch. He sat himself back down, cup in his hand. His eyes strayed back onto the phone and soon found himself, yet again, ringing her number. Again she didn't pick up. Again he let it ring a while.
"OK, no one's there. I bet I'm driving Hayate mad," he said, "I hope he doesn't do something stupid, like scratch at the furniture. Poor little guy. Hawkeye would never forgive him. Oh well, I'll try again later."
He set the phone down again. He sighed before picking up his coffee and sipped it gently. He almost spat it out again when the phone rang suddenly. He picked it up instantly.
"Hello?" he asked, hoping it was her, but it wasn't. It was a wrong number.
"Typical," he thought bitterly, "The one night when I want someone to ring me, I get wrong numbers."
He sat in the darkened room not doing anything apart from staring at the wall. This was sad but there was no other way round it. He couldn't just show up at her door just in case they were being watched. It was horrible. The worst thing was that she was right there, being dangled in front of his nose. They were waiting for him to take a bite at the bait, but he wouldn't. There was no telling what they would do to her. He sighed and shuffled in his seat.
He picked up the phone one last time, dialled her number and waited. He would wait for her until the telephone line disconnected, but in the mean time he would listen to the dialling tone until he fell into an uneasy sleep.
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