Pyle was on the phone for half an hour, trying to get through to his uncle, the general. As soon as he heard from Radar about what had transpired in the office with Major Floyd, he dropped his gun and ran without caring who saw him. Now, in trying to get information as to when the others will be in Seoul, he had lost several calls, was told that his uncle was busy and then was put on hold. It had been fifteen minutes since someone had talked with him and he was getting pretty fed up with the situation. And thankfully, the line was not disconnected…yet.

"Jesus Christ, why can't they just patch in the call?" he complained as the hold continued.

"Son, just take it easy," Colonel Potter cautioned. "These things can take some time."

"Yeah, but I never had this type of trouble before…Sir!"

"Well, how long have you been waiting, Sergeant?"

"Close to twenty minutes, Sir. I don't know why they've had me waiting, but I am about to try again."

Radar stood patiently next to Potter during the exchange (not willing to patch the call in again), but turned when he saw sudden movement in the office. It was then that he noticed Igor in the office, panting, as if he was running and in a hurry.

"Sir, Colonel Potter Sir, I need to talk to you," Igor said rather unceremoniously as Radar tugged on Colonel Potter's sleeve. "It's about Major Floyd, Sir."

"And what about him, Private?" Potter asked, his attention on Igor and not on Pyle for a few seconds, at least. "Aren't you supposed to be readying our dinner?"

"Yes, Colonel Potter Sir, but I thought you would want to hear about this," Igor explained slowly, confused that his commanding officer would question why he was not on duty with the cook and now telling him about some incident from a few minutes ago. "Well, Major Floyd asked that I get Radar out of this office. And then I overheard him talk with another person, saying that he wanted to pick up some people. He wanted me, Rizzo, Nurse Baker and Zale to go to Seoul with him and Major Houlihan and Father Mulcahy tonight, I think."

Radar paled, but he said nothing. He felt that if he did speak, he would do nothing but stutter in fear.

Colonel Potter was not amused, to say the least. Just as Pyle got someone on the other end of the line (his uncle, most likely), Potter exploded silently. His red face betrayed his feelings, but he motioned Igor and Radar out of his office so that he would yell in peace and without General Pyle hearing him. And he, for one, was not going to have a general overhear his anger while he was helping to get his camp back together again.

"And what did you do, Private?" Potter bellowed as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Came back to you, Sir," Igor said bravely, wanting to take cover, just as Radar was about to do. "I thought you would want to know."

"And what about our dinner?"

"I thought this was more important, Sir. Like I said, I was ordered get Radar here out of the office so that Major Floyd could get him."

Colonel Potter shook his head, trying to dispel his anger. "I wish that man would just leave us alone. Private, now, did you ask when Radar should be with him?"

"No time, Sir. But he is planning on getting the others gathered together and out to Seoul by sixteen hundred and thirty hours."

"Dammit…thank you, Private. I want you to stay in my office for the time being. As soon as this whole ordeal is over, you can leave. I'll explain to the cook what happened so that you won't be in trouble with him. I'll go get Sergeant Gaines and have him gather the others. It's time for this charade to be over."

"Sir?" Igor was confused to be ordered into someplace he'd barely been in.

"Go, Private," Colonel Potter said again, shoving him into his office swiftly at the same time Radar went behind Igor into the safety net. "Stay in there. I'll be right back. Major Floyd won't get past me."

"Sir, wait!" Pyle exclaimed as he stuck his head out of the office doors, to get Potter's attention. "Uncle has news from Tokyo. Pierce and the others are safe and sound and have landed without a scratch. They all took the quick planes out. They're about half an hour from arriving in Seoul from Kimpo."

"Thank God," Potter muttered, refraining from crossing himself and allowing suspicions to override his mind.

"Better," Pyle continued, "that Uncle now has a copy of the evidence against Major Floyd. Lieutenant Jay Anthony, one of his aides, forwarded the material as quickly as he could, in front of him and the others as soon as it was received. Within the hour, less than I should say, it'll be all over. Men are coming here as I speak. The 4077th M*A*S*H would not be off limits to personnel and wounded anymore. It would revert back to its original mission and help the war front."

"I never thought I'd say this, but it would be a welcome change," Potter said, smiling even though the images of what Hawkeye called "meatball surgery" always haunted him. "Now, get go Sergeant Gaines to gather Sergeants Zale and Rizzo and Lieutenant Baker in the nurses' quarters, tent two, I think. I'll head off the cook and let him know that his assistant won't be around to hear complaints about the food tonight. The work will be done faster."

"Sounds like a good plan, Sir," Pyle replied, also smiling. "However, I'd be careful, if I were you. If Major Floyd is desperate enough to get Radar here killed, then I don't know what else he'd do."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Son," Potter only said, heading outside. "I'll just make sure to get my best friend from my tent first. He can't threaten the eagle above him, but he sure as hell isn't going to be killing it."

~00~

It had been a slow ride, but within an hour, Hawkeye, BJ, Charles, Kellye and Klinger were back on Korean soil amid the fireworks of enemy fire. In half an hour, they rode from Kimpo to Seoul in chains, as per the orders of General Pyle, and were led to his temporary headquarters in the city. However, just as soon as they reached their quarters (not the prison, as promised), the chains were taken off the five camp members. Keys were then handed to them for rooms. Hawkeye and BJ shared one room. While Klinger begged and pleaded to be with Kellye (claiming to be a woman in rags), he was assigned to be with Charles, the latter of whom rolled his eyes and almost snickered. Kellye was given the opportunity to mingle with the other nurses stationed at General Pyle's offices and took it immediately, saying goodbye to everyone.

When Hawkeye and BJ reached their room, they saw they were almost in luxury, like a high-end hotel room. Hawkeye's luggage (or what was left of it, picked up by William Foster when he met with Hawkeye, who found it and sent it back), retrieved from Tokyo, was laid out. Fresh uniforms were laid out, ironed even, on the beds. New bars of soap with real shampoo were in the showers. The carpets and walls smelled clean and fresh even, which was omitting the war outside of their doors.

BJ jumped on the bed, landing on his back and wrinkling the spare uniform. "Geez, Hawk, I haven't been in a real bed since I've left home."

Hawkeye copied BJ, but turned to lay on his right side, holding his head up with his hand as he laughed almost hysterically as he threw his spare to the floor. "Yeah, I know. Isn't this something?"

"Why are you laughing?"

"I don't know. Can't believe this is all over?"

"This has been some wild ride. I hope that General Pyle there has it to get the camp back to normal."

"What else do we have?" Hawkeye rolled over and stared at the ceiling.

"Hey, Hawk…"

"Hmm?"

"You were right."

"What do you mean, Beej? How was I right? I ran off without warning, just to get things right, and here we are. How was I correct in going to Tokyo to solve a murder mystery?"

"Because you care," BJ pointed out at long last. "Because you care about Margaret. The camp, yes, you can live on and have the motivation to get things back to where they were. But Margaret? You two have been at each other's throats ever since I knew you. Deep down, though, there is something there that makes you want her to feel special almost. You know what I mean?"

Hawkeye, feigning innocence, shook his head.

"Oh, come on, Hawk." BJ threw a pillow at Hawkeye, hitting the latter in the face. "You love Margaret. Admit it."

"Love? What's love?"

"Don't be stupid, Hawkeye. Just admit it, will you?"

Hawkeye rolled over again and looked at BJ. He showed nothing in those blue eyes of his as he stared at his best friend, but what BJ had said made some sense, even if he could not even tell himself the truth of the matter. He had an attraction to Margaret and the want to give her the world, unlike her previous partners who gave her nothing but grief and lies. A grave injustice had been done to her and he alone had stopped it nothing – nagged even – to go the extra mile to save her and the rest of the camp.

"Admit what? All I'm going to admit is how comfy this is right now," Hawkeye only said, hiding what he thought behind those eyes of his. "I mean, we're going back to cots and the war soon, right? So, we better make the best out of this and enjoy what time we have in this paradise."

"Well, I guess you're right," BJ conceded quickly, ignoring the fact that Hawkeye was avoiding the subject.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door when there was silence between the two Swampmen. When the two did not bother to answer the door or call out in a timely fashion, the door opened. Klinger then showed himself in uniform, obviously annoyed and scratching himself where the green material was.

"Serves me right for hiding that Klinger Collection in Tokyo," he said. "I get this damned uniform and get told not to wear a dress in front of the general again. How do you like that?"

Klinger then saw Hawkeye's things in the corner. "Say, I know you had it with us on the way back here, but how did you get it from the park?" he then asked, amazed. "I only leave the important things back at the hotel and everything is taken away when we get here."

"We don't have much time for that, Klinger," BJ interrupted. "What do you want?"

"Oh, something I've heard when I was snooping around," Klinger replied, tipping back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You know, something I thought would be nice to pass around, as the great Major Winchester is no longer interested in intrigue and spying through keyholes."

"News from camp?" Hawkeye immediately sat up, interested.

"Yeah, something I overheard in the general's office," Klinger said. "He was talking to someone, sounded like a relative or friend who's somewhere near or at the 4077th. I heard that people are now being sent down to the camp to get Major Floyd. The papers you got, Captain, are now convicting him on many a count of things the Army is thinking about. You freed us, Captain!"

"From what, I dare not contemplate," Hawkeye only answered, raising his hand in an imaginary toast. "Do you know how many days we have here, Klinger?"

"Something like two, but who knows?"

"And then what?"

"Who knows? Back to camp?"

"I would guess so," BJ added in.

Afterward, more silence reigned. The threesome stayed in their positions, afraid of what to say and anticipating the best to happen for the first time in a week. For the first time in a while, they had some hope.