The wonderful Roy Mustang was once again avoiding his paper work, he was out to feed Black Hayate for the Seventh time today, at least that's what he thought, he had really never been counting. The Canine, It seemed, had his fill at the sixth feeding and left the strip of meat in the dirt, Roy Frowned only slightly as he tried to think of other things to do besides filling out the overly complex papers piled on his desk, "Paperwork" he mumbled aloud, "when I become Fuhrer I'll…" Roy stopped, Noises, voices, Rounded around the pinna, into his auditory canal, thumped on his ear drum and set off a chain reaction in his finely tuned mind. "What the hell's going on?"
"HELP ME!" Roy puckered his lips in thought, Fuery?
Sure enough, The "Sexy Flame" made his way toward the panicked yells; his womanizing black eyes came upon Breda, Falman, Fuery and one large furry creature….Jackpot.