Mustang resident, Central, Amestris - Morning

Roy had been on his way out of the door, setting off towards work when the messenger arrived. A quick exchange later and he was back in his living room, tearing open the Amestrian military seal. His eyes scanned over the few lines and he cursed underneath his breath.

How many raids was that now? Seven in the past two weeks, all on warehouses storing goods meant for the Ishbalans. They weren't even military targets and the raids were spread out well enough to appear as nothing more than theft. He could have easily overlooked it and he wondered exactly how long this had been going on already.