Sagwa paced pensively before her latest piece of art. The drawing was of a collection of books, each with a different color. Sagwa found it amazing that after she had drawn the books, gold lettering had appeared on the first book (a hue of jade) and a note had come to life out of the painting.

The note had told Sagwa that a man by the name of Jack Brynes was going to help her find who stole her story. The note had also told her that she would be led on a journey (that began with her traveling through the book to meet up with Mr. Brynes) to find the person responsible and that by the end of the adventure Sagwa would know who the real culprit was.

Sagwa paced pensively before her latest piece of art. The drawing was of a collection of books, each with a different color. Sagwa found it amazing that after she had drawn the books, gold lettering had appeared on the first book (a hue of jade) and a note had come to life out of the painting.

The note had told Sagwa that a man by the name of Jack Brynes was going to help her find who stole her story. The note had also told her that she would be led on a journey (that began with her traveling through the book to meet up with Mr. Brynes) to find the person responsible and that by the end of the adventure Sagwa would know who the real culprit was.

Now all Sagwa had to do was wait until it was time to be transported off to the first new world. Sagwa had no idea what to suspect. She had previously thought to herself, "Maybe we will go by ship. Or maybe we'll walk there! Or…! Or…!"

"Sagwa!" a voice called out, making Sagwa jump.

"Yes?" Sagwa asked, looking around. She came back to her drawing and peered closely at it. Sagwa saw that the jade book quaking and gave the book a quick sniff, saying, "Mr. Brynes, is that you?"

"Yes Sagwa," the voice stated firmly. "Are you ready?"

"More than I'll ever be," Sagwa stated confidently.

Then, to her amazement, the book suddenly popped out of the parchment and expanding to life-size and landed on the table next to her. Then the book opened. A shaft of colored rays came out of the opened pages and descended on Sagwa. The Siamese kitten was lost for words as she curiously watched the rainbow fall around her. Seconds later Sagwa felt herself shrinking as she traveled through the rainbow and towards the opened pages of the book. Then, she disappeared.

* * * * * * *

Sagwa reappeared underneath a beautiful wooden arch that had roses and vines carved into it. Sagwa gazed at the beautiful carving in admiration. She could easily appreciate the beauty in the sculpture and recognized a hint of Art Nouveau in it. Sagwa wondered where she was to have landed underneath such a magnificent piece of art!

Footsteps caught her attention and she quickly peered around the side of the arch. Sagwa say a young, sandy-haired man delicately painting the vines a beautiful jade color. The brush stroke was even and graceful. Sagwa knew immediately that the guy before her was an artist and was grateful to be in his company.

"Hello!" Sagwa greeted cheerfully, still remaining where she was.

The young man gave a startled yell and almost ran a dark green line across the roses. The man took a couple steps backwards to regain his composer before finally seeing Sagwa. The man looked curiously at Sagwa; showing neither anger or shock at seeing her.

"Sorry," Sagwa giggled an apology. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, no problem," the man replied. He smiled friendly. "You just startled me that's all. No big deal."

Sagwa raised a skeptical eyebrow. Earlier Sagwa was almost certain that this person was Jack Brynes. But now Sagwa was confused because she thought that a C.I.A. agent would not be so easily startled at the arrival of a cat. Sagwa curiously asked, "Are you Mr. Jack Brynes?"

"No," the man replied with a gentle laugh. "I'm Kevin Rawley. I'm just working on this little present for his daughter's wedding."

"That's very thoughtful of you," Sagwa replied with a smile. She gazed up and around the outside of the arch in admiration. "I bet they're going to love this! It's really beautiful and you spent a lot of hard work on it!"

"Thank you," Kevin smiled appreciatively. "I've worked several long months to get this far. The only thing that worries me is this guy Greg. He's Mary's clumsy and accident-prone boyfriend. I'm just worried that Greg's going to destroy this some how. Set it on fire or something."

Sagwa became immediately suspicious of this character named Greg. She asked, "Would Greg do that on purpose to make a point or something of the sort?"

"I doubt it," Kevin replied. "He's just a little slow. But overall he has a good heart. I don't think he intends to do anything bad. It just happens to him."

"I see," Sagwa said slowly, thinking. She asked, "So he wouldn't write any stories that were copied off another person's work, would he?"

Just as Kevin was about to reply, a stronger voice answered for him, "Save your breath Sagwa, I've already gone through them."

Sagwa and Kevin looked over their shoulders to see an middle-aged man in his mid fifties in a red plaid shirt coming their way. Sagwa inquired hopefully, "Mr. Brynes?"

"You can just call me Jack, Sagwa," Jack told her with a small smile. He stopped in front of them and nodded at Kevin. He said, "Looks like you've met Kevin."

"Yes I have," Sagwa affirmed with a smile. She then curiously asked, "How did you know to find me, Jack?"

"I've read all your stories you've got published; both fan fiction and original. I'm a great admirer of your work and when I saw that another person had stolen your story I couldn't help but to want to help you find who did it."

Sagwa raised an eyebrow, "No offense intended, but what makes you think that you can help me?"

Jack gave a soft chuckle and replied, "Know anyone who can travel to different worlds through a book? (No.) Know anyone who has worked in the C.I.A. for fifty years and has excellent tracking skills? (No.)"

Jack raised his arms in a shrug and a smile spread across his lips. Sagwa nodded, giggling slightly.

"I guess you're more than qualified to help me and I thank you most graciously!" Sagwa bowed.

"You're welcome," Jack nodded. He clapped his hands together and said, "Okay, for a quick briefing, this is what's going on:

"We're going to be traveling through five different worlds to round up a list of suspects. All the people we are rounding up have read your stories and more importantly, the one that was stolen.

"We'll send them through my lie detector and whoever lies is the one who stole your story."

"Did you organize all this?" Sagwa curiously inquired.

"No, actually I didn't," Jack replied. He scratched his chin as he replied; "It was a friend of yours who notified me about your dilemma."

Jack then spoke in a hurried tone, "But we need to get going now."

"Why? What's wrong?"

Jack pointed to the book and said, "The book is on a timer. We've got only an hour to find out who the main suspect is and travel back through the book before it shuts down on us."

Sagwa's eyes widened in fear. She asked, "And what happens if we get shut out?"

"Then we're stuck there for a very long time," Jack replied in a-matter-of-fact tone. He waved Sagwa up to the book and said, "Lets get through before we're not able to even start our mission."

"Good idea!" Sagwa laughed as she bounded back up the steps and stopped in front of the book.

Like before, the book began to tremble and shake until it opened. Then, as it had done previously, a rainbow came out of the pages and descended on the two. Jack and Sagwa rose into the air, shrinking as they went.

Kevin watched the dazzling display of light and magic. He smiled, giving them a wave, "See you guys later and good luck Sagwa."

"Thanks!" Sagwa replied just before she disappeared into the book. Then the book closed.

* * * * * * *

Sagwa felt herself fly out of the jade book and land into a heap of papers. She was momentarily stunned by the impact of landing on the table but soon got her bearing. Peering up from the mess of papers, Sagwa gazed about her to see where she had landed.

It was a moderate sized room that was half-tent, half-wood. Sagwa had never seen a room like the one she was in. But she knew that she had landed in an area where an important person did paperwork. (Judging from all the files and loose paper scattered about the room.)

Just then the door (ten feet in front of her) opened and a short, frail-man with glasses walked into the room and announced, "Colonel, Sir, Jack Brynes from the C.I.A. and Sagwa have arrived."

"I can see that," a voice behind Sagwa said.

Sagwa glanced behind her and saw a man roughly the same age as Jack wearing an olive Army coat staring straight at her. Sagwa gave an apologetic smile and was about to apologize when she was distracted by the colonel's fishing hat. Sagwa found it curious that a man of such high stature would be wearing a hat that had fish hooks and floaters attached to it.

Remembering where she was, Sagwa shook her head and apologized, "Sorry for landing in your papers Sir."

The colonel looked at the scattered papers around his desk and floor and sighed heavily. He said, "It's okay; apology accepted. I needed to sort those papers out again anyways."

The tiny voice of the glass-wearing man inquired softly, "Sir, should I send Mr. Brynes in now?"

"Yes, Radar, send him in," the colonel said. Then the colonel said to Sagwa, "You can make yourself well," he stared at the mess and changed his thought. He said, "You're fine where you are."

Just then Jack entered the room. The colonel stood up, shook hands with Jack, and said, "I'm Colonel Blake. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brynes." Colonel Blake looked down at Sagwa and smiled, "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Sagwa."

"Shhyuh-shhyuh," Sagwa smiled, bowing slightly. She proclaimed, "Good morning Colonel, Sir."

"Of what's left of it," the colonel chuckled. He then made eye contact with Jack, offered a small smile, and stated in the form of a question, "So I hear you're looking for a person who may have stolen this young kitten's story?"

"That's right, Sir," Jack replied. He came forward slightly and said, "We were informed that one of your personnel here might have been the one who stole the story Sagwa wrote."

"Ah," was all the colonel said.

Sagwa asked, "Do you know of anyone who you think might have stolen my story?" Colonel Blake shook his head and collapsed in his chair. He made a gesture with his hand for Jack to sit. Sagwa continued in a questioning tone, "Anyone at all? Anyone who might be a suspicious character?"

"Not that I can think of," Colonel Blake said. He looked up towards the roof of the tent as he tried to recall who he had heard talking about a fantastic story that he had read.

Just then the door burst open and a dark haired, Middle Eastern man wearing a white dress with a yellow bonnet came waltzing in. Tailing him closely was Radar and right behind Radar were two other men with captain insignias on their olive colored uniforms.

Sagwa saw the crazy outfit the first man was wearing and turned a shocked expression back to the colonel. Sagwa demanded, "And what do you call this?"

The dark-haired man following Radar laughed, "A 'She-man', that's what!"

"I resent that Hawkeye!" the bonnet man gasped, clutching his bonnet and sticking his nose into the air.

Colonel Blake saw the bonnet-wearing man and sighed exasperatedly, "What do you want now Klinger?"

"I just need you to sign this paper here," Klinger said, pulling a slip of paper out of the top of his dress. He handed it over to Colonel Blake and said, "Don't worry about reading all of it."

"What is this?" Colonel Blake inquired, reading the print on the paper. He lowered the paper, gave Klinger a soft glare and growled softly, "Klinger, this is a medical release form."

Hawkeye laughed to his friend, "Trapper, the colonel's getting smarter!"

Trapper, Hawkeye's curly haired buddy laughed in his fading Brooklyn accent, "Yeah, I think that any day now our beloved Colonel will finally get himself an edumahcation!"

"Enough!" Colonel Blake whistled, giving them a small glare. He then returned his attention to Klinger and asked, "When are you just going to face the fact that you're stuck here in this war whether you like it or not?"

"Never!" Klinger exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. He began marching to the door. As he turned the doorknob he yelled, "They'll never take me! They'll never make me stay here! I will get out!"

Colonel Blake shook his head as Klinger left the room and slammed the door shut behind him. Then the colonel turned to Hawkeye and Trapper.

Radar stated softly, "Colonel, Captains Pierce and McIntyre here to see you, Sir."

"I can see that," Colonel Blake breathed agitatedly. He looked at the two captains and asked, "What do you guys want?"

"Oh we just wanted to see Klinger try and fail again," Hawkeye replied.

"That and the fact that we were betting to see if he'd succeed," Trapper added.

"I lost," Hawkeye frowned.

"Figures," Colonel Blake muttered. He then turned to Jack and Sagwa. He apologized, "I'm sorry for this inconvenience."

"It's okay," Sagwa smiled cheerfully. "We understand that you are a busy man. You have to deal with a lot of people and you have a lot of responsibilities."

Jack added, "All we're asking for is someone you might see copying someone else's work."

Hawkeye stated to his friend Trapper, "Hey, we know someone who fits that description!"

Trapper nodded in agreement. He put his hand up to his chin as if in deep meditation. He finally looked at Hawkeye and asked, "Are you thinking who I am thinking Hawk?"

"Three to one says I am," Hawkeye smiled.

Sagwa came forward on the desk, looking attentively at them. She inquired anxiously, "Who? Who?"

Hawkeye and Trapper grinned as they turned to Sagwa. Hawkeye said, "Why, the only person in this unit who can drive even the unconscious patients insane…"

Trapper cut in, "and the only person who thinks that fun is something you earn when you reach the rank of a general…"

"…and the only person here who actually knows how to read and write moderately well," Hawkeye continued.

The two paused and smiled again at each other.

"Who? Who?" Sagwa inquired, trying hard not to smile as she pressed the two captains for information.

"Why, the one and only," they both declared, "Major Frank Burns!"

The door burst open and an angry major came storming into the room. The major fumed, "I object on all five accounts!"

"There were five?" Hawkeye asked, turning an inquisitive look to his friend.

"I thought there were only four," Trapper replied. He shrugged, "I guess we left out the fact that he's always is eavesdropping on people."

"I do not!" Major Burns protested loudly. He turned to Colonel Blake and whined, "Colonel, I object to this kind of bullying! They're lower ranking officers and they don't treat me with the decency and respect I deserve!"

Colonel Blake shrugged and was about to reply when Hawkeye laughed, "You deserve respect? Not even your socks deserve respect!"

Major Burns turned an angry glare upon Hawkeye and roared, "How dare you talk that way to me! I am a major and expect to be treated as one!"

Trapper giggled to Hawkeye, "A Major Pain in the butt!"

"I heard that," Burns grumbled to Trapper. He turned to Colonel Blake and whined, "Colonel, I demand that you do something about this insubordination immediately!"

"What would you have me do?" Colonel Blake asked. "Court Marshall them?" Colonel Blake sighed, "Frank, why don't you go spend some more time on that story you're writing and just relax! Get off my case and quit looking for an excuse to get me into trouble. In fact…"

Colonel Blake thought for a second. He then turned to Sagwa and said, "I think it would be wise for you to take Major Frank Burns along with you. He needs a chance to cool off."

Sagwa thought about this for a second. There were several reasons to suspect Major Frank Burns for stealing her story. After all, the major seemed irate and very aggressive towards other people, even those of higher authority. To Sagwa, Frank's personality seemed to match her description of a story-napper.

Turning to Jack, Sagwa asked, "What do you think, Jack?"

Jack looked at Frank and then back at Sagwa. He replied, "I think he's a feasible suspect that fits the description of the story thief."

"I am not a thief!" Major Burns exclaimed. He glared at Jack and demanded, "Just who do you think you are to barge in and start making those outlandish accusations?"

"I am Jack Brynes, former C.I.A. agent for the United States of America," Jack replied. He pointed at a now cross Sagwa and said, "And I am helping Sagwa find who stole her story."

Sagwa asked in a suspiscious tone, "You don't know anything about any of my stories do you?"

"I have no clue what you are talking about, kitty," Major Burns scoffed.

"We'll see how much you know when you take the lie-detecting test then," Sagwa sniffed, pushing aside her growing impatience for the irate major.

A steady beep suddenly caught the attention of everyone inside of the room. Jack said, "Our time is almost up, Sagwa. We have to go now."

"And Major Burns is coming with us," Sagwa said, giving Major Burns a glare.

Major Burns returned Sagwa's glare and then turned to Colonel Blake. He whined, "Oh do I have to, Colonel?"

"Yes," everyone stated in unison.

Colonel Blake added, "Just have him back as soon as you can; we need him in the OR, but I think we'll manage for now."

"Will do, Colonel, Sir," Sagwa smiled, giving him her best salute.

Colonel Blake chuckled and returned Sagwa's salute.

Jack pulled out the book and put it on the floor. Sagwa noticed that the book had turned from green to purple. She then watched as the book opened up and the rainbow came out of the pages.

Then the glittering rays fell over Sagwa, Jack, and Major Burns, shrinking them as they rose into the air. Major Burns looked about him as he shrunk. He gave Colonel Blake a glare and exclaimed, "I'm going to…" He stopped as he noticed his voice changed to a point where it sounded like he was on helium. Burns continued, increasing his glare, "I'll have you know Colonel, I'm going to file a report!"

Then the three disappeared into the book and then the book closed.