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She struggled hard against her captors, but between the two of them she had no chance. By now they had gagged and blindfolded her so she had no idea where she was. She heard one of them say something in Korean, and then she stumbled over a fallen tree, landing flat out on the ground. She grumbled and tried to stand, but without the use of her hands she had trouble. One of the men grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her up and pushed her out in front of him. They walked for a few more feet until she was lifted and placed in the back of some kind of vehicle. The two men climbed in the front, slammed the doors and took off as fast as possible.
"Well, that about does it, Major. Hopefully the other two will hold until we get to camp." Wilkins wiped his hands on his pants and returned the jack and wrench to the jeep. He looked up to see his traveling companion, but was met with nothing. "Major Houlihan?" He started into the woods where she had headed, but there was still no sign of her. "Major Houlihan, we have to go now!" He started to panic and quickened his pace. Something shiny caught his eye and he looked down. In the middle of a scuffed pile of leaves, one gold Major cluster glistened in the sun. He reached down and picked up the pin and looked into the woods. "Shit!" He raced back to the jeep and sped toward the 4077th.
As soon as he saw the sign that promised the best care anywhere he laid on the horn. He sped towards the C.O.'s office, tossing up rocks and leaving a trail of dust. At the same time, B.J., Hawkeye and Colonel Potter were leaving Post-Op and heading to the mess tent. The commotion stopped them, however, and they turned just in time to see the frantic Sergeant leap from the jeep.
"Sergeant Wilkins?" started the oldest man, "Weren't you supposed to meet my head nurse in Seoul this afternoon?"
"I did, Sir," came the reply.
"Well, unless she packed herself into one of her bags, she's not here," the raven haired surgeon remarked.
"One of the tires blew, and while I was changing it Major Houlihan went into the woods to relieve herself. When I finished she wasn't back so I walked in a ways to find her, but all I found was this." He reached into his pocket and produced the cluster. Col. Potter grabbed if from his hand and looked at it.
"Damn it. She's been taken"
The realization finally hit Hawkeye and he snapped. He lunged forward and grabbed Wilkins by the collar. "You son of a bitch! You let her go into the woods alone?! We're in the middle of a war, there are guerillas everywhere and you let her…damn it!" He pushed the frightened Sergeant onto the ground. B.J. was behind him and tried to pull him off, but the angered surgeon was intent on his actions. Col. Potter and a corpsman finally stepped in and pulled him off of Wilkins. Hawkeye twisted out of their grasp and headed in the other direction. He kicked over a trashcan before picking up the lid and throwing it into the side of the mess tent. Then he continued to the swamp and stormed in.
"Klinger!" Potter looked around for his clerk and saw him come running from his office.
"Yes, Sir?" He stood in front of the C.O. and threw a salute.
"Klinger, Houlihan's been abducted. I need you to get on the horn and round up a search party. Call intelligence and see what troops are around the abduction site and have them keep an eye out…and get me General Clayton!" he called to the already retreating form. By then Hawkeye had come back out of the swamp, wearing his combat helmet and toting a medical bag.
"Alright, let's go Wilkins." He started towards the jeep but was stopped by Col. Potter.
"Just where do you think you're going, Pierce?"
"To look for Margaret. Who knows how long it'll take for Klinger to get anything started, and it could be too late by then." He started for the jeep again.
Potter reached out and grabbed his jacket, "You want to get yourself killed? You can't just go out in the woods by yourself!"
"Then I'll take B.J.!"
"Right." The mustached surgeon ran for the swamp to retrieve his belongings. He ran out seconds later and rushed back to the group.
"Alright," Col. Potter said reluctantly, "the three of you go, and stick together. No more than a hundred yards off of the road, and then you come straight back, you hear me?" The trio nodded and jumped in the jeep before speeding off.
The vehicle came to an abrupt stop and Margaret was thrown against the seat in front of her. The door opened and she was grabbed by the arm and drug out. They forced her into a building, down what seemed like a hallway, and then into a small, dark room. They removed her blindfold, but left the gag in. Then they left the room and she heard a large lock be slid into place. She looked around her surroundings, as best she could in the lack of light. There was a small chair in the corner, missing three slats in the seat, and a bucket in another corner that only reminded her that she still had to pee. With her arms tied behind her back, though, it would be quite impossible. She walked over to the door and kicked repeatedly with her foot. Just about the time she felt like giving up the lock moved and the door opened. A North Korean stepped into the room with a rifle pointed at her. She stepped back and he shut the door behind him. He just stared at her, so she tried to talk around the gag. He finally came over and removed it so she could speak. She managed something close to bathroom, and he pointed to the bucket. She turned around to show him her tied hands. He undid them, only to retie them in the front and leave. After she finished with the bucket she sat in the corner and dropped her head into her hands and her whole body shook with sobs.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. This might be the last one for a few days because I'm leaving town and might not have a chance to update. I should be back Sunday or Monday, though, and I'll get the next one up as soon as I can.