Chapter 3

It had been almost two hours since Wallings had taken his hostages. Radar had been in talking on the phone, trying to get any information he could on Wallings.

It was now a waiting game. Whenever an MP got close to the door, Wallings would hold his gun up and shout a threat. Although the temperature was slightly warmer during the day, everyone was chilled to the spine just thinking about what could be going on inside the operating room.

"Colonel! I got some information on Wallings!" Radar yelled, running from the office.

He had a few papers in his hand, waving them around.

Colonel Potter took the papers from Radar and glanced them over. He sighed, crunching the papers in his hand. Margaret appeared from post-op.

"Any news?" she asked, crossing her arms to keep out the chill.

"Just got information on Jefferson Wallings, our hostage taker. Seems he was waiting for a psych eval and went AWOL. Looks like we found him." Potter reported, looking grim.

"A psych eval? That's a death wish for them in there!" Klinger shouted, his blood thawing with anger.
"Radar, who let Wallings out of their sigh?!" Potter asked.

"The MP's said his colonel was supposed to keep an eye on him but the C.O. Says it wasn't his job. No one can figure it out. More MP's are on their way here." Radar exclaimed, fiddling with his hands.

"Let's just hope they get here in time." Margaret said quietly.

Frank said nothing out of the group.

4*0*7*7

"Oh no! You aren't taking him." Hawkeye commanded.

Sam was now on the ground, still bent over.

"I think it's his appendix." BJ mumbled to Hawkeye. Hawk nodded.

"Do I need to remind you who's holding the gun? Or maybe I'll just make an example out of one of you." Wallings waved the gun around.

"Just take me! I won't put up a fight." Hawkeye announced.

Wallings took a step towards Hawkeye. Both doctors tried to remain calm but fear was evident in their eyes.

"I'll decide who goes with me. So shut up!" Wallings yelled, cracking Hawkeye over the head with his gun. Hawkeye went down like a sack of potatoes.

While BJ moved to check on Hawkeye, Wallings turned to Sam.

"Get your coat on. We have tracks to make." he said.

"Hawkeye?!" Sam called out while hastily pulling on his coat. BJ looked to Sam.

"He'll be fine Sam." he said encouragingly.

"See kid? Your friend is fine. You can leave him in peace." Wallings said gruffly, grpping Sam's neck and steering him to the door. He opened it and pushed Sam in front of him.

"I want a jeep! I have a sick kid here and I'm willing to make it worse!" he yelled.

Stepping out into the winter sun, Sam blinked harshly. The previous injury to his head was beginning to throb. He thought of how Hawkeye must be feeling.

"We aren't giving you anything without the okay from my man!" Potter called out.

Wallings shrugged... and punched Sam in his tender side. Sam screamed and grabbed his new wound, faloling and curling in on himself.

"Is that enough 'okay' for you? I'd be glad to shut him up like his doctor friend." Wallings shouted.

Potter paled. The doctor friend was either Hawkeye or Hunnicutt. And being shut up. He didn't want to know what that entailed. Potter turned to Klinger.

"Alright, get him a jeep. Have another one waiting." he said quietly.

Klinger hesitated but nodded, following orders.

"Just take it easy. We're getting your jeep now." Potter yelled to Wallings.

"Once me and the kid get on that jeep, no one follows. Someone follows, I take the kid's head off. You all understand that?!" Wallings yelled, looking to all of them.

"We understand!" Potter made himself clear.

The air was tense as the sound of a jeep approached the doors.

"Don't try anything stupid. I wouldn't want this hair trigger gun to go off into the crowd." Wallings said to Sam.

Sam groaned and pushed himself up with his hands. His side was beginning to hurt again. He took a deep breath and pushed himself to his feet.

Klinger pulled up slowly with the jeep, driving unnaturally carefully. Everyone could hear their hearts beating. Klinger quickly jumped out of the jeep. Sam unconsciously gripped his side but refused to make a noise.

4*0*7*7

"Hawkeye?"

The voice sounded familiar yet Benjamin Pierce couldn't peel his eyes open. There was the faint thought of what happened but his mind ate away at the question.

"Hawk, if you don't open your eyes, I'm going to sit on you." Hunnicutt warned. Hunnicutt. That was why the voice sounded familiar.

"Beej." he mumbled.

His eyes opened blearily.

"Hawk, you feel dizzy? Any nausea?" BJ asked quickly. He knew Hawkeye was feeling confused but there were bigger issues to deal with.

"No, none of that. Just a slamming headache." Hawkeye reported.

It hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Sam! We've gotta get to Sam!" he yelled.

Hawkeye tried to push himself to his feet and stumbled, BUJ grabbing his arm to stop his descent.

"I'm afraid he and Wallings just left in a jeep." BJ informed him.

Everyone's hearts dropped.

"Pierce? Hunnicutt?" Potter called through the door.

"We're all right Colonel. Hawkeye took a pretty good size knock to the head though." BJ started to say but Hawkeye cut him off.

"Which way did they leave Colonel? We have to get to Sam!" he yelled, making his way cautiously to the door.

"Sam has appendicitis." BJ told the Colonel.

"Oh my goodness." Potter said in a hushed voice.

"Colonel, the second jeep is prepared." Klinger said, rushing into the room. He gave no mind to his now stained designer coat.

"Colonel you have to let us go!" Hawkeye was still on the move. BJ moved forward, seeing that Hawkeye was still wobbly on his feet.

"Pierce, you need to rest. That knock to your head need to be looked at!" Pierce wasn't paying attention to his Colonel. He kept walking out and disappeared into the crowd. Potter shook his head and pointed to BJ.

"Go with him! I'll coordinate here with the MP's. They went down Wong road." he said.

BJ nodded and followed after Hawkeye.

TBC