Three weeks later, it was an average rainy day in the OR. Heavy allied casualties had been brought in four hours ago, it was the night shift.

"4-O silk suture," Hawkeye said, Sara handed it to him, "Anyone know what Flagg has been up too in the last little while?"

"Colonel Flagg?" Henry said, "He told me he was going by Sir Franklin Meshon while he was here... Something about him being a latrine engineer."

Sara snickered, "He's quite mad isn't he?"

"Very," Trapper replied, "Makes you wonder if the CIA took him on because he was good or because he was annoying them. Clamp."

Thunder crackled in the air and the lights flickered, everyone in the room moaned slightly.

"That generator better not go out on us," Henry said, "HQ said we could expect heavy casualties in the next 72 hours."

"Great," Hawkeye said, "I'm so glad I was dragged away from my nice warm home to cold, rainy Korea so I could fix future led weights..."

"Aren't we all?" Henry said, "Alright Margaret, finish up here, I need food..." Suddenly the doors to the OR burst open and Colonel Flagg entered, waving a piece of paper proudly.

"Haha, Thought you could hide from me did you?" He stood in front of Sara and gave her his squinty glare.

"Who me?" She asked innocently.

"Radar!" Henry yelled, "Get the insane Colonel out of here...now!"

"Yes you!" Flagg said, "You're Sara Howard!"

Sara rolled her eyes, "I'd clap but I have my hands full of insides."

"You have to come with me!" Flagg said sternly, "You can't be here."

"I'll trade her," Hawkeye said, "She can stay here and I can go home."

"She's not going home, She's going to an orphanage!" Flagg said, "And she has to come with me now!"

"Oh no," Sara said, "Pigs will fly, hell will freeze over and you will the leave the 4077th before I go to an orphanage."

The Colonel leaned over and stared at her, "You have to come," He said, "You have no choice."

"I'm clearly not coming with you, you're an insane CIA whacko who should be locked up in a very white and soft room."

"Well there you go," Trapper said, "She's clearly not going."

"I say she is." Flagg said, "And she's coming now."

"Listen buddy," Sara said, "My hands are currently holding this man's stomach together, If I go now there will be blood everywhere and one hell of a mess to clean up. I'm not going."

Flagg made a step towards Sara, his hand was going for his gun holster.

"Hey!" Henry said, "We'll have none of that, until she's finished in the OR, Sara is not going anywhere."

"And if you try to remove her," Hawkeye said, "You'll have to be prepared to hold off several sharp operating targets which will all be aimed directly as you."

"And we won't fix you." Trapper added.

Flagg glared at the young girl, "Fine, I'll wait. But I'm not leaving here without you." Flagg stormed from the OR, fuming over what had happened.

"Now what do I do?" Sara asked.



"Hand me a metz and let me plot." Hawkeye said, his eyes were twinkling.