Chapter Eleven
"Kill Henry? How can that be?"
Hawkeye angrily interrogated Margaret, who sat on her cot, head in hands. Looking up, she reached into her pillowcase and pulled out a piece of paper that had been folded over several times to form a tiny square. She handed it to Hawkeye, who unfolded it, his warm blue eyes now like chips of ice. Suddenly his smooth surgeons' hands began to shake, and the paper, which had been Sergeant Demorest's letter, ripped down the center.
"Damn him! I'll kill Frank right here and now... where is that jackass?"
He pulled away from Margaret, who looked at him with frightened eyes. "I... I don't know. I would have thought he would go back to the Swamp..." "Then that's where I'll look." Turning, Hawkeye stormed across the tent and opened the door. But for a moment he looked back and saw Margaret standing there, picking bits of paper up off the floor. Going back to her, he lifted her chin and kissed her passionately.
"And that's just a snack."
With one of those trademark smiles he strode out onto the compound, still fuming inwardly.
*
The door of the Swamp flew open, nearly coming off its hinges, as Hawkeye strode purposefully inside. But... there was no Frank. Hawkeye searched around a bit before going outside again, the door still swinging heavily from its last bout of violent treatment.
This time he headed for the Enlisted's tent, having a good idea of where Frank might be. However, before storming in and attempting to murder him, Hawkeye put his ear up against the door. He heard voices.
"But we could be executed for this!"
It was the distinctive, whiny voice of Major Frank Burns. A stronger, and possibly smarter (If you can hear intelligence in one's voice) voice followed.
"Yes, that's true... but only if we get caught. And I'll make sure we don't. Now listen!" The voice hissed. "Henry'll be going home soon. We all know it takes time for discharge orders to go through, but since poor, unfortunate Henry was nearly killed, they'll rush it for him. We need to stop him going home. Why should he be happy, when he made me miserable? Hm?"
Frank squeaked fearfully, and there was a strangled sound to his voice. Perhaps Sergeant Demorest had his hand around Frank's throat. Hawkeye stood up and ran as fast as he could across the compound and into Post-Op, seeking out BJ. Instead, he found Margaret.
"Wha-?"
But that was all she could say before Hawkeye grabbed her arm and dragged her towards Radar's office. Inside they found BJ. Hawkeye latched onto him too, and dragged them out the door in the direction of Margaret's tent, where he explained everything.