Jericho "Spider" Carrington
Jericho held to the back of the gathering, his cloak pulled over himself. He was lucky to be here at all; there were all sorts of medical factions who took gross exception to his automail experiments, who called the extra arms he was keeping out of sight an abomination. But Mustang, or someone he trusted, obviously felt he might be useful. Or maybe they just hoped he'd disappear out there.
"If we can find where the rail's been disabled, I know a fair bit about sabotage," he offered, then as he realized the implications, quickly added "I mean, I know how things work, right? So I know where they can break, and how to put that right ... er, right?"
The short, rumpled-looking man smiled nervously, eyes darting about the gathering. "Um, I'm Jericho. Or some folks call me spider for ... well, some folks call me that."
Jericho held to the back of the gathering, his cloak pulled over himself. He was lucky to be here at all; there were all sorts of medical factions who took gross exception to his automail experiments, who called the extra arms he was keeping out of sight an abomination. But Mustang, or someone he trusted, obviously felt he might be useful. Or maybe they just hoped he'd disappear out there.
"If we can find where the rail's been disabled, I know a fair bit about sabotage," he offered, then as he realized the implications, quickly added "I mean, I know how things work, right? So I know where they can break, and how to put that right ... er, right?"
The short, rumpled-looking man smiled nervously, eyes darting about the gathering. "Um, I'm Jericho. Or some folks call me spider for ... well, some folks call me that."