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Rice was past negotiations. His face glowed with madness as he smiled a wide, vacant smile that didn't reach his cold gray eyes. He watched as the nurse ran out the door before turning to BJ. He raised his gun and fired.
A searing pain shot through BJ's stomach. He'd been shot! The feeling was such a surprise that pain didn't come for a couple of seconds. When it did, BJ doubled over, thrusting his fist into the bloody hole. He looked up at Rice, who seemed satisfied.
"Please," BJ panted, thinking quickly. "Let's...let's get Colonel Potter. He'll help you." He wanted to get this mad-man away from the patients. Williams was already about to fall out of his cot in his efforts to get away from the gun.
Rice nodded curtly, hauling BJ off the floor. Suddenly, a wave of nausea spread through the doctor's body, paralyzing him for a second. Rice pushed him through the doors in front of him, keeping the gun in the small of his back.
The entire camp seemed to be waiting outside Post-Op, with Hawkeye and Colonel Potter in front. BJ, doubled over, looked at Hawkeye, blinking away the black spots that swam in front of his eyes.
"Oh, Beej." Hawkeye sighed, seeing the blood that ran from his friend's wound. "Hey!" He shouted at the patient. "He needs a doctor, now!" Suddenly, Hawkeye wished he could make himself move closer. BJ was right there, no more then four yards away. At the same moment, Hawkeye realized he was a coward, and hated himself for it.
Colonel Potter assessed the situation quickly, his features becoming hard as he looked from the mad patient to the hurt doctor. He stepped forward, making his voice as low and calm as possible. "Listen, son," he said, addressing the patient. "Why don't you just let the man go, alright? We'll get you some help." What distressed Potter was the fact that the man, even though he had been in a hospital, had nothing seriously wrong with him except for a long stitched gash on his head.
The patient, Rice, kept smiling. "Do you think I'm a fool, old man?" he said, his voice high and loud. "This―" here he kicked BJ, "Is my bargaining piece. Now listen. I want a helicopter here by dawn, with a pilot able to drive to America in one flight. If I don't get that, I swear this man will die."
Hawkeye's face contorted in anger as he opened his mouth to say something, but a hand on his arm stayed his words. He looked over to Margaret, who's eyes were on BJ. She sensed his gaze and said, quietly, "Do you want to kill him?"
Hawkeye realized that, if he did say something, he would have set the patient off. A mad mental case was more then the 4077 could deal with.
Rice went on to say, "I will be in that building." He pointed to the large structure they used as the OR. "And if anyone tries to come in without my authorization, he will be shot."
With that, Rice lifted BJ back to his feet and, holding the gun in front of him, walked through the crowd to the Operating Room untouched.
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