Sylvia had officially beaten the entire military base.

She had:
✔ Conquered the K9 unit.
✔ Interrupted classified briefings.

And now?

Now, she was about to go on an accidental mission.

The Setup

The base was bustling with activity. A team was gearing up for a routine supply run—nothing dangerous, just a quick drive to a nearby town for equipment and essentials.

The soldiers loaded crates into the armored vehicle, checking their inventory.

Meanwhile, Sylvia was watching.

And when one soldier left the door open for three seconds…

Sylvia slipped inside.

The Ride Begins

The vehicle started moving.

Sylvia, curled up behind some crates, blinked sleepily.

Hmm. A moving box. How nice.

She promptly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, the soldiers in the front had no idea they had an unauthorized feline passenger.

Realization Strikes

The team arrived at their destination, a secure supply checkpoint near town.

As soon as they parked, they opened the back—

And a very well-rested Sylvia stretched, yawned, and hopped out.

The soldiers froze.

There was a long, horrified silence.

Jenkins, wide-eyed: "Oh my god, we kidnapped Sylvia."

Noah, gripping his head: "No. She stowed away. This is worse."

Panic set in.

"We gotta take her back!"

"What if she gets lost?"

"What if General Tran finds out?!"

Meanwhile, Sylvia, completely unbothered, was already trotting toward the supply depot to explore.

Operation: Retrieve Sylvia

The soldiers, now in full rescue mode, scrambled after her.

But Sylvia, fueled by curiosity and zero concern, was a master at evasion.

She darted under crates.

She weaved through soldiers’ legs.

She leapt onto shelves like a tiny, fluffy ninja.

Every time they almost caught her, she would casually slip away.

Jenkins: "She’s mocking us."

Noah: "Of course she is!"

The Capture

Just as Sylvia jumped onto a high stack of boxes, ready to claim her new throne—

Noah finally snatched her mid-air.

"Gotcha—"

Sylvia immediately started purring.

Noah, exhausted: "You are SO getting a tracking device."

The Bell Decision

Back at the base, General Tran was waiting.

Arms crossed. Eyebrow raised.

Jenkins, trying not to laugh, whispered, "Ohhh, you guys are so dead."

Noah held up Sylvia. "Sir. She… went on an unauthorized mission."

Sylvia blinked innocently.

General Tran sighed deeply.

Then, he pulled out a small box and handed it to Noah.

Inside was a tiny, military-grade collar.

With a bell.

"Put it on her," General Tran said. "At least now we’ll hear her coming."

Aftermath

The next day, Sylvia trotted through the base proudly—bell jingling with every step.

The K9s looked at her, confused.

The soldiers snickered.

Noah sulked.

Jenkins, grinning, patted Noah’s shoulder. "Congrats, man. Your daughter just got her first official military gear."

Sylvia, completely oblivious, batted at her bell and purred.

Mission success.