Using a scrap of paper from Ed's journal and writing their message with Al's chalk, the note was complete. Ed read it back to see how it sounded. "Colonel Mustang: We are currently being held captive and are sitting in a jail cell. Please come and help us and have reinforcements! Fullmetal Alchemist." Ed looked unsure. "There's no way in hell Mustang's gonna believe this!" Al pouted. "You're just being stubborn!" "Give me that!" Ed snatched the chalk out of Al's hand. "I'll show you how to write a message that'll surely get that prick's attention." Oh, good grief! Al thought as he watched Ed snicker while he was busy writing a new message.
When he was done, Ed grinned proudly as he handed the message to Al, who read it back. "To the handsome Flame Alchemist: I am a single, hot young woman who is being held against her will in a smelly, dark and damp jail cell! I beg you, please come and help me and I'll reward you generously. PS: I am wearing a tight mini-skirt ;-)" Al just looked at Ed. He was grinning like the devil and holding back his laughter. "You gotta be kidding me?" "HaHaHa! That'll surely get his attention! Now, to find a pigeon." Ed said, eyeing the small window in the cell. It was being blocked by two bars, but had an excellent view of the town's courtyard. Using the wooden bed as a stool, Ed peered through and saw a flock of pigeons near the water fountain. They where picking at the breadcrumbs that someone had left awhile back.
"Hey you stupid birds! Get your asses over here!" Ed shouted. The birds ignored him in response. "What the heck's the matter with you! Get over and help me, you gutter birds, you!" The birds, apparently frightened by Ed's bantering, flew off. "Damn it Al, it's not working! How are we gonna use a homing pigeon if we can't get one to come over!" "Perhaps a bird call can help." Al suggested. "But we don't know any." "It's worth a shot, big brother." Ed nodded and cleared his throat.