The impossible had happened. His lighter had died, before he could even light his cigarette. He didn't even have a single match on him.

Now, second lieutenant Jean Havoc wasn't prone to anger fits. That was Major Edward Elric's job. However, he was slowly loosing his patience.

He stalked over to his desk, which was now full of paperwork. Jean narrowed his eyes. Hawkeye must have come by.

Screw it, he was going for his smoke break.

"Need a light?" said a voice.

Havoc blinked in surprise as the colonel snapped his fingers. Did the colonel just wink at him?