'Flagg, I've thought about it a lot, and I want to help you,' Izzy said.
Flagg's mouth fell open, and it stayed open until he remembered government
agents weren't meant to get shocked.
'I thought you'd see it my way,' he said eventually. Izzy nodded.
'I'll tell you about the FFD and all the communists we've tracked down. Our facilities are limited, so we're handing them over to you. No doubt Radar has told you I've been in touch with them, since you have such authority here,' Izzy explained. Flagg felt pride welling up inside him, despite his training.
'Where shall we meet?' Flagg asked.
'Rosie's. I've managed to have the backroom saved for us, so we can have some privacy,' Izzy said. Flagg looked thoughtful. Izzy hoped for her sake he wasn't thinking she was a prostitute. She knew one, and the job had ruined the girl's life.
'Twenty one hundred would be the best time. Everyone in there will be drunk,' Flagg said. Izzy nodded and got up from the table in the mess tent. She glanced around, and sat with the enlisted men.
'Did you find one big enough?' Izzy asked Radar.
'Yeah,' the clerk replied. 'And we found the ether as well.'
'Good,' Izzy said. 'I want to get him under as soon as possible. He creeps me out.'
'Don't worry, we're there if he tries anything,' Klinger said, referring to when Flagg had attacked Izzy in the compound. Izzy nodded and began fidgeting with her dogtags. She felt nervous. What if her plan didn't work? What if he came back a few weeks later?
'You ok?' Radar asked.
'Yeah, fine,' Izzy said, shaking herself. 'Klinger, get everyone ready before nine tonight, I mean, twenty one hundred. I don't want this to go longer than it needs to.'
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Izzy stood up hurriedly when she heard someone approaching the back room of Rosie's bar.
'Flagg has just come in. You want me to bring him in here?' Rosie asked.
'Yes please. And bring me a glass of water,' Izzy said. Rosie left and Izzy sat down again. Her mouth was dry and she was full of nerves. She couldn't see properly, and she hoped Flagg would be too intent on finding out about the FFD to worry about his surroundings.
'Mr Flagg here now,' Rosie said, leading the man into the room. His face looked like he'd been sucking a lemon, and Izzy felt sick. 'Your water,' Rosie said pleasantly. Izzy took it gratefully, and was about to take a sip, when something a friend had warned her about hit her.
'Never accept a drink at a party, and never leave your drink out of your sight for a second. If you don't know where it came from, or if anyone's been near it, don't touch it. Someone could have slipped something into it.'
Could Flagg have put something into her drink while Rosie led him here? It was possible, and she wasn't going to risk it. Flagg did look a little annoyed when Izzy put her glass onto the table, untouched.
'Thank you, Rosie. You can go now,' Izzy said. Flagg sat down as the Korean woman left.
'Spill the beans. Who are the FFD?' Flagg demanded.
'You told me you were part of them,' Izzy said. 'I thought you knew.'
'You know I don't know the FFD!' Flagg yelled.
'Calm down, have a drink,' Izzy said, pointing to another glass on the table.
'Why aren't you having any?' Flagg asked suspiciously.
'I'm only eighteen. I'm not due to be drinking for another three years,' Izzy explained. Flagg picked up the scotch and drunk slowly. Suddenly, he tipped back, knocked out from the ether soaked lemon slice on the edge. From another door, came Klinger, Radar, and five other enlisted men. Between them, they carried a large crate with holes in the top of it.
'This is crazy,' Klinger said.
'Yeah, but hopefully it'll work,' Izzy said, trying to lift Flagg up into the crate. She was helped, and Radar nailed the lid shut.
'Maybe we shoulda left out the air holes,' one man said.
'Tempting, but I don't want a man's life on my hands. Not yet, anyway,' Izzy replied.
'What if he comes back?' Igor asked.
'Hopefully the ether will make him forget that I'm here. If he comes back again, I'll just hide,' Izzy said. They slid the crate out of Rosie's and lifted it into the back of a truck.
'We're all good!' Izzy yelled to the driver. The man saluted and drove off.
'Thanks,' Izzy said, turning to all the men. But they weren't looking at her, they were watching one of their comrades, who'd just taken a sip from Izzy's water and passed out.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Just a quick thank you to my friend, Sarah, although she doesn't even watch MASH, for giving me the idea of how to get rid of Flagg. :)
'I thought you'd see it my way,' he said eventually. Izzy nodded.
'I'll tell you about the FFD and all the communists we've tracked down. Our facilities are limited, so we're handing them over to you. No doubt Radar has told you I've been in touch with them, since you have such authority here,' Izzy explained. Flagg felt pride welling up inside him, despite his training.
'Where shall we meet?' Flagg asked.
'Rosie's. I've managed to have the backroom saved for us, so we can have some privacy,' Izzy said. Flagg looked thoughtful. Izzy hoped for her sake he wasn't thinking she was a prostitute. She knew one, and the job had ruined the girl's life.
'Twenty one hundred would be the best time. Everyone in there will be drunk,' Flagg said. Izzy nodded and got up from the table in the mess tent. She glanced around, and sat with the enlisted men.
'Did you find one big enough?' Izzy asked Radar.
'Yeah,' the clerk replied. 'And we found the ether as well.'
'Good,' Izzy said. 'I want to get him under as soon as possible. He creeps me out.'
'Don't worry, we're there if he tries anything,' Klinger said, referring to when Flagg had attacked Izzy in the compound. Izzy nodded and began fidgeting with her dogtags. She felt nervous. What if her plan didn't work? What if he came back a few weeks later?
'You ok?' Radar asked.
'Yeah, fine,' Izzy said, shaking herself. 'Klinger, get everyone ready before nine tonight, I mean, twenty one hundred. I don't want this to go longer than it needs to.'
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Izzy stood up hurriedly when she heard someone approaching the back room of Rosie's bar.
'Flagg has just come in. You want me to bring him in here?' Rosie asked.
'Yes please. And bring me a glass of water,' Izzy said. Rosie left and Izzy sat down again. Her mouth was dry and she was full of nerves. She couldn't see properly, and she hoped Flagg would be too intent on finding out about the FFD to worry about his surroundings.
'Mr Flagg here now,' Rosie said, leading the man into the room. His face looked like he'd been sucking a lemon, and Izzy felt sick. 'Your water,' Rosie said pleasantly. Izzy took it gratefully, and was about to take a sip, when something a friend had warned her about hit her.
'Never accept a drink at a party, and never leave your drink out of your sight for a second. If you don't know where it came from, or if anyone's been near it, don't touch it. Someone could have slipped something into it.'
Could Flagg have put something into her drink while Rosie led him here? It was possible, and she wasn't going to risk it. Flagg did look a little annoyed when Izzy put her glass onto the table, untouched.
'Thank you, Rosie. You can go now,' Izzy said. Flagg sat down as the Korean woman left.
'Spill the beans. Who are the FFD?' Flagg demanded.
'You told me you were part of them,' Izzy said. 'I thought you knew.'
'You know I don't know the FFD!' Flagg yelled.
'Calm down, have a drink,' Izzy said, pointing to another glass on the table.
'Why aren't you having any?' Flagg asked suspiciously.
'I'm only eighteen. I'm not due to be drinking for another three years,' Izzy explained. Flagg picked up the scotch and drunk slowly. Suddenly, he tipped back, knocked out from the ether soaked lemon slice on the edge. From another door, came Klinger, Radar, and five other enlisted men. Between them, they carried a large crate with holes in the top of it.
'This is crazy,' Klinger said.
'Yeah, but hopefully it'll work,' Izzy said, trying to lift Flagg up into the crate. She was helped, and Radar nailed the lid shut.
'Maybe we shoulda left out the air holes,' one man said.
'Tempting, but I don't want a man's life on my hands. Not yet, anyway,' Izzy replied.
'What if he comes back?' Igor asked.
'Hopefully the ether will make him forget that I'm here. If he comes back again, I'll just hide,' Izzy said. They slid the crate out of Rosie's and lifted it into the back of a truck.
'We're all good!' Izzy yelled to the driver. The man saluted and drove off.
'Thanks,' Izzy said, turning to all the men. But they weren't looking at her, they were watching one of their comrades, who'd just taken a sip from Izzy's water and passed out.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Just a quick thank you to my friend, Sarah, although she doesn't even watch MASH, for giving me the idea of how to get rid of Flagg. :)