First chapter for the year 2004!
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'So, what's the plan?' Klinger asked.
'Stop the jeep for a second. I can't think straight bouncing around like a rubber ball,' Izzy said. Klinger obligingly pulled over.
'So what do we do when we get there?' he asked.
'You ask for hydro-whatever. If they give it to us, we don't have to steal it. If they don't, I'm just someone with battle fatigue, and you're taking me to see someone. We sneak into the store area, and I pinch some stuff. If we're caught there, we say we got lost. We leave, with the medical supplies,' Izzy explained. Klinger thought about it for a second.
'It's risky,' he said.
'I like risk. Keeps me on my toes,' Izzy replied. Klinger started the jeep again.
'Tell me about your life in Sydney,' he said as he pulled away from the side of the road. Izzy was a little stunned. She'd been asked only once or twice by Hawkeye, BJ and Potter, and everyone heard about her through rumours. No-one had asked her about her life, not here, or back home.
'I was a street kid,' Izzy said finally. 'I had to steal to stay alive. Like the Black Market. I stole stuff, sold it and got money to buy food with. I've been caught once or twice, but they couldn't prove it. I got away to steal again.' Izzy paused as they hit an especially large bump in the road. 'Last job I did was a mess. I was grabbing a camera as the shop owner turned towards me so I couldn't just walk out with it, I had to run.'
'It must be tough,' Klinger said. Izzy nodded.
'It is. But I couldn't get a job. I'd been kicked out of school early, and had no experience in anything. Even when I did find jobs, I was in trouble and fired,' Izzy said. She refused to answer any more of Klinger's questions after that, and stared moodily into space. Klinger gave up asking, and they drove in silence for hours. Izzy even managed to fall asleep.
'There's Seoul,' he said, pointing, waking Izzy up. The girl yawned, and brushed her hair with her fingers quickly. They stopped the jeep and got out.
'Go ask for the stuff. I'll stay here,' Izzy said. Klinger nodded, and walked off. A captain came up to Izzy ten minutes later, and was obviously off his head.
'Hey darlin', want some fun?' he asked, breathing beer fumes in her face.
'Rack off!' Izzy said, getting into the jeep.
'Come on!' the man seemed annoyed that Izzy wouldn't even look at him. He tried climbing into the jeep, but Izzy honked the horn loudly, making him fall onto his backside. An MP looked over and walked briskly over to them.
'What's going on here?' he asked with a thick New York accent.
'I was askin' the girl for a little get together,' the drunk replied.
'Come on, you can come with me,' the MP said sternly.
'If you change your mind, come look for me,' the drunk called over his shoulder. Izzy shuddered. She'd met a man in the streets like that in Sydney. Luckily she and her friends managed to get away before anything happened.
'You ok?' Klinger was back. Izzy nodded as the MP came back up to them.
'Who are you two?' he asked.
'Corporal Max Klinger. I'm escorting this kid, you see. She won't say nothing. I was told to bring her here,' Klinger explained.
'Oh, you must be after Dr Casey. He's around the side,' the MP instructed.
'Thanks,' Klinger grinned, getting into the jeep again. He drove towards where the MP had indicated, waving quickly as he passed him.
'Good, you remembered the cover up story,' Izzy said, smiling. They parked out of view from the MP and got out.
'The supply tent's around this way,' Klinger said, leading Izzy around a small cluster of tents, and into a large building. It was filled with shelves and shelves of bottles, blankets and cots.
'Distraction,' Izzy said, pointing towards the man reading a dirty magazine with his feet on his desk. She slipped away from Klinger and searched the shelves. She found something that looked like it could be hydrocortisone, but she wasn't sure.
''Scuse me,' she stopped a woman with a clipboard. 'I'm here to, uh, pick up some stuff. What's this?'
'Hmm? Hydrocortisone, see? It's written here on the box,' the woman said.
'Didn't need that. Can you point me in the direction of the anesthetic?' Izzy asked. Wordlessly, the woman pointing towards the back of the building, and Izzy nodded. She walked back there, until she was sure the woman had gone. Then she went back to the hydrocortisone.
'So you saying there won't be a shipment until next Thursday?' Klinger was asking.
'Thursday next month, yeah,' the man said, not looking up from his magazine. Izzy gave a small cough and Klinger looked back. Izzy was standing by the door, ready to go.
'Yeah, well, it'd better get to us,' Klinger said before walking to the door. Once no-one was watching, the two ran back towards the parked jeep and jumped in.
'Got it!' Izzy said, pulling some small jars from her pockets.
'That's not going to be enough,' Klinger observed. Izzy pointing into the back of the jeep, where a medium box lay.
'I got about a hundred and fifty bottles in that. Pretty good for a half hours work,' Izzy grinned. Suddenly, the MP appeared.
'Did you find Dr Casey?' he asked.
'We came on the wrong day,' Klinger said before driving off quickly.
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'So, what's the plan?' Klinger asked.
'Stop the jeep for a second. I can't think straight bouncing around like a rubber ball,' Izzy said. Klinger obligingly pulled over.
'So what do we do when we get there?' he asked.
'You ask for hydro-whatever. If they give it to us, we don't have to steal it. If they don't, I'm just someone with battle fatigue, and you're taking me to see someone. We sneak into the store area, and I pinch some stuff. If we're caught there, we say we got lost. We leave, with the medical supplies,' Izzy explained. Klinger thought about it for a second.
'It's risky,' he said.
'I like risk. Keeps me on my toes,' Izzy replied. Klinger started the jeep again.
'Tell me about your life in Sydney,' he said as he pulled away from the side of the road. Izzy was a little stunned. She'd been asked only once or twice by Hawkeye, BJ and Potter, and everyone heard about her through rumours. No-one had asked her about her life, not here, or back home.
'I was a street kid,' Izzy said finally. 'I had to steal to stay alive. Like the Black Market. I stole stuff, sold it and got money to buy food with. I've been caught once or twice, but they couldn't prove it. I got away to steal again.' Izzy paused as they hit an especially large bump in the road. 'Last job I did was a mess. I was grabbing a camera as the shop owner turned towards me so I couldn't just walk out with it, I had to run.'
'It must be tough,' Klinger said. Izzy nodded.
'It is. But I couldn't get a job. I'd been kicked out of school early, and had no experience in anything. Even when I did find jobs, I was in trouble and fired,' Izzy said. She refused to answer any more of Klinger's questions after that, and stared moodily into space. Klinger gave up asking, and they drove in silence for hours. Izzy even managed to fall asleep.
'There's Seoul,' he said, pointing, waking Izzy up. The girl yawned, and brushed her hair with her fingers quickly. They stopped the jeep and got out.
'Go ask for the stuff. I'll stay here,' Izzy said. Klinger nodded, and walked off. A captain came up to Izzy ten minutes later, and was obviously off his head.
'Hey darlin', want some fun?' he asked, breathing beer fumes in her face.
'Rack off!' Izzy said, getting into the jeep.
'Come on!' the man seemed annoyed that Izzy wouldn't even look at him. He tried climbing into the jeep, but Izzy honked the horn loudly, making him fall onto his backside. An MP looked over and walked briskly over to them.
'What's going on here?' he asked with a thick New York accent.
'I was askin' the girl for a little get together,' the drunk replied.
'Come on, you can come with me,' the MP said sternly.
'If you change your mind, come look for me,' the drunk called over his shoulder. Izzy shuddered. She'd met a man in the streets like that in Sydney. Luckily she and her friends managed to get away before anything happened.
'You ok?' Klinger was back. Izzy nodded as the MP came back up to them.
'Who are you two?' he asked.
'Corporal Max Klinger. I'm escorting this kid, you see. She won't say nothing. I was told to bring her here,' Klinger explained.
'Oh, you must be after Dr Casey. He's around the side,' the MP instructed.
'Thanks,' Klinger grinned, getting into the jeep again. He drove towards where the MP had indicated, waving quickly as he passed him.
'Good, you remembered the cover up story,' Izzy said, smiling. They parked out of view from the MP and got out.
'The supply tent's around this way,' Klinger said, leading Izzy around a small cluster of tents, and into a large building. It was filled with shelves and shelves of bottles, blankets and cots.
'Distraction,' Izzy said, pointing towards the man reading a dirty magazine with his feet on his desk. She slipped away from Klinger and searched the shelves. She found something that looked like it could be hydrocortisone, but she wasn't sure.
''Scuse me,' she stopped a woman with a clipboard. 'I'm here to, uh, pick up some stuff. What's this?'
'Hmm? Hydrocortisone, see? It's written here on the box,' the woman said.
'Didn't need that. Can you point me in the direction of the anesthetic?' Izzy asked. Wordlessly, the woman pointing towards the back of the building, and Izzy nodded. She walked back there, until she was sure the woman had gone. Then she went back to the hydrocortisone.
'So you saying there won't be a shipment until next Thursday?' Klinger was asking.
'Thursday next month, yeah,' the man said, not looking up from his magazine. Izzy gave a small cough and Klinger looked back. Izzy was standing by the door, ready to go.
'Yeah, well, it'd better get to us,' Klinger said before walking to the door. Once no-one was watching, the two ran back towards the parked jeep and jumped in.
'Got it!' Izzy said, pulling some small jars from her pockets.
'That's not going to be enough,' Klinger observed. Izzy pointing into the back of the jeep, where a medium box lay.
'I got about a hundred and fifty bottles in that. Pretty good for a half hours work,' Izzy grinned. Suddenly, the MP appeared.
'Did you find Dr Casey?' he asked.
'We came on the wrong day,' Klinger said before driving off quickly.