Without thinking, Radar wipes his palms against the top of his pants, smearing away more color into olive drab. Hushed -- but with the faintest beginning glimmers of hope -- he says, "You mean go AWOL?"

Ohhhhhh that sounds like a terrible idea. But... does it, really? So many times, Radar's slipped a requisition, a command, a whole personnel file somewhere it shouldn't go without the brass catching him. Could he slip himself and Edgar past them, too?