(I don't own HAIR nor will I ever own it, I just borrowed for my own sick pleasure.)

It was February 1968; a long way from New York City there is a country at war. Boys are fighting someone, but they really don't know who. All they know is they were told by their government that they had to go and fight. Claude H. Bukowski was one of those boys. He gave up everything to here and for what to get injured? He laid in a hospital bed in Germany wishing he had taken his friend up on going to Canada. Claude wished he could somehow get word to the Tribe that he was okay, but with how they moved around the city it was nearly impossible. He could try and contact his parents, but he knew they wouldn't go traipsing around the city looking for Berger. He also knew in his heart that there was a small chance that even Berger's parents could find him. So he laid there waiting for the doctors and the Army to tell him when he could return to his Tribe. He wondered if Jeanie had the baby. Was it a boy or girl? He also wondered what its name was.

One afternoon Claude was sitting in the hospital's rec. room watching but not really paying attention to the television when he noticed two men dressed in suits walking in, he also noticed they were walking towards him. Hopefully with his discharge orders.

"Bukowski?"

"Yes Sir?"

"We would like to speak to you." Said the taller man.

"And you guys are?"

"CIA."

A million thoughts ran through his mind before he blurted out words that made both men smirk.

"I've been in Vietnam the whole time." He briefly wondered if the Tribe had done something wrong or if this was their way of knowing he was okay.

"I don't understand." Said the shorter man.

"This doesn't have anything to do with New York City does it?"

"No, it doesn't."

"Then what do you need me for?" Asked Claude suspious.

"We have an offer for you." Said the taller man.

"What offer?"

"Well your commanding officer said you are good at getting information out of people. And are experienced with other ways of getting intelligence, we need people like that to work for us. Orders have come down you are being transferred to the CIA." Explained the shorter man.

"What if I decline, what if I saw I just want to go home?"

"Orders are orders you're one of us now."

"Will I be able to let my family know anything?"

"You'll be undercover and listed as MIA to protect that."

"No. I don't want to do it. I want to go home."

"Sorry son, welcome to the CIA."