Meanwhile, back at the base, Roy Mustang was stuck doing the one thing he hated the most in the world (other than not being able to get all the female personal to wear mini-skirts): Paperwork. As he grumbled over the newest form, Havoc entered his office. He was carrying more paperwork. "Oh, for the love of all things good and just…" Roy began to say. "I know, just shut-up and do it before Riza comes in and yells at us again." Havoc said and let the tower of paper land on the desk with a loud THUD. Roy sighed. He started to shake the strain out of his hand. "I hope I don't get a cramp." "Better than a gun pointed to your head." Havoc mentioned. Both men shuttered. "We gotta go out for drinks tonight after work." "Amen to that idea!" "You know any good bars in town, Havoc?" Roy asked. "Yeah, there's one called--TOAST!"
Havoc has just been hit in the head by something that whizzed by the both of them. Roy looked over his shoulder and noticed that the window was broken. Whatever it was, the object had made a good-sized hole (to which Riza would not to be too pleased to see) and caused Havoc to fall flat on his back. "What the--!" "That's Wiggity-Wiggity-Wack!" someone replied. Roy turned toward the door and saw that it was Hughes. "Hughes, you know that you're a dork, right?" "Yeah, well, you gotta love me for it. But what in the heck smacked Havoc in the noggin?" With the help of Hughes, Roy looked to see if the object had landed anywhere in the room. They both discovered a small alley cat, dressed like a World War I fighter pilot.
"Why is that cat dressed like The Red Baron?" Hughes asked. A note was attached to the cat via the collar around its neck. "Meow!" the cat replied as it shook the note off it's body. It fell near Roy's feet. "And why does it have a note?" Roy asked as he eyed the paper on the floor. The cat went toward Havoc, who was still on his back. He seemed OK, if not a little dizzy from being hit in the head. "A cat!" Havoc said as he sat up and looked at the animal. The cat stared at him for a moment before it slapped Havoc in the head once more. "D'OH!" he grunted in pain as the cat jumped out of the window. "OK…" Roy and Hughes muttered. "Tell me what just happened." Havoc asked. "Well, apparently a cat dressed like a WWI fighter pilot flew into the room via my window, hitting you in the head that caused you to collapse on the floor." "And I happened to say an old-school catch phrase that captured the moment!" Hughes added. "You've got a bad habit of doing that, you big dork!" Havoc told him. "But I'm a loveable dork." Hughes said with a wide smile.
"Well, let's see what the kamikaze cat brought us." Roy said and picked up the note that was at his feet. He read it to himself and paused after finishing it. He had a lovesick grin across his face. "Uh, oh." both Havoc and Hughes said. This could only mean one thing: A woman was involved (and she was mostly likely wearing a mini-skirt). "Finally, a mission that worth it!" Roy cried in glee. "Come on, men! We've got a woman to save!" Roy bounded out the door, dropping the note along the way. It floated on top of Havoc's head. Hughes picked it up and read it as Havoc got off the floor. "Should I tell him?" he said, showing Havoc the note. "Naw, let the fun begin!" Havoc commented.