“Wait, Hannibal, you
can't just go in there!”
“They've got Face,
Amy! We know he’s in there! I'm going in!” Anger laced Hannibal’s words. Hannibal looked down at her hand that was
pushing against his chest. His fierce
expression made her quickly remove it, but she refused to stand out of his
way. She'd never seen him this
angry. His usual cool exterior
completely removed. “They could be doing
anything to him, right now!”
“I know, I know, Hannibal.”
Amy didn’t like the thought of Face being knocked about or worse. They all knew
what these slimeballs were capable of. “But
there could be innocent people in there.
Men, women that have nothing to do with this. You'd never forgive yourself if they got hurt
in the crossfire.”
As if not listening he
checked his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. BA and Murdock stood behind, both checking
their weapons with equally angry expressions.
This was their friend, but they needed to take stock, not go in guns blazing.
“Look, I know you guys
are angry. I’m angry! But let Murdock and I go in there and check
it out,” Amy persisted. “Please. Give us ten minutes. We can check out the building.” She glanced in the direction of the run down
building. On the outside it was a sleazy
bar, but was it inside? They’d seen a
few of its regulars go in and out of it.
“Check that there are no civilians, and then you can go in.”
Hesitantly she reached
for a cigar out of his top pocket and handed it to him, hoping it would clear
his thoughts, bring him back to his usually cool rational self.
“Sorry. I know Face always seems to have one on him. Maybe I should start, too.”
A very small smile crept
across his face. “Thanks, kid.” He lit the cigar and took in a few deep puffs
and then looked Amy in the eye. “Well,
what are you waiting for?”
Amy nodded, grabbed
Murdock and quickly climbed into the van.
She got changed, Murdock doing similar.
She didn't care for privacy this time, they had to be quick. Face was in danger, possibly his life at stake;
they had to get him out of there.
As Murdock and Amy hurried
out the van, dressed appropriately for this sleazy establishment, Hannibal was
there, still puffing on his cigar and still holding his rifle. He’d been watching the building, making sure
nothing was happening.
BA approached Murdock,
holding something. “Here, Fool, put this
on.” As BA assisted Murdock in finding
a suitable hiding place for the transmitting device, Hannibal gave his orders.
“Okay. Murdock, look for anything obvious, where
they could be holding Face. Amy, keep
your wits about you. I don’t like the
idea of you going into an unknown like this...”
“I’ll be fine,
Hannibal. Murdock’s with me. Besides, either your or BA walk in there,
albeit undercover, they’ll spot you a mile off as trouble.”
Hannibal nodded. He knew she was right. “You got five minutes and then BA and I are
coming in.”
Murdock and Amy nodded,
although five minutes didn’t sound like long.
Now she started to feel her body tremble with nerves as they headed over
to the building.
Amy approached him, just
about to get into the van. She looked
tired with everything she’d been through today, but she kept going, never
complaining. True soldier. He placed a hand on Amy’s shoulder. “Thanks, Kid.
Today you proved to me why I like you on this team. You're right, this isn't Vietnam, and rushing
in there like a bull in a china shop, well, it wouldn’t have been good.”
She nervously smiled at
the compliment. “Thanks, Hannibal.”
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End ~