"Okay, Face," Murdock said from across the warehouse with a hand gesture that indicated a large explosion. "All you got to do is light the fuse and kaboom!"

"Got it," Face replied while Murdock lit his and then headed toward the van, which was their means of escape, from the opposite direction.

Stockwell, with his numerous intelligent resources, had ordered the destruction of the warehouse after it was found to be a hiding place for operatives in foreign countries. With Frankie out of town on some other business Stockwell had sent him on, Face volunteered to take his place in the explosives department and help Murdock set off the charges. Lighting the fuse, his eyes widened in surprise at how fast it was burning. Racing toward the door, he suddenly realized, he wasn't going to have time to make his escape before the explosive device went off. He looked up and ducked just before several drums fell around him from the rafters.

"Dammit," Hannibal said looking at his watch. "Where are they?"

At that moment, the explosion went off shaking the van and the occupants inside.

"Face!" Murdock said looking around grimly as he arrived back at the van alone.

Hannibal was out of the van and already moving toward the warehouse before Murdock and BA even had a chance to follow. Racing though the charred door of the warehouse, the Colonel looked around before his eyes fixed on Face's prone body lying amidst several large drums. "There," he said pointing as BA and Murdock followed him to where Face was lying. "Wait a minute, BA," Hannibal said hesitantly when the large burly man bent down to turn Face over. His second in command was lying at an odd angle with one of the drums atop his back. "Be as easy as you can. He may be hurt."

"I got this, Hannibal," BA said before gently removing the drum from Face's back.

"Alright," Hannibal said with a nod as he heard sirens in the distance. "Pick him up and let's get out of here!"

Slowly, his senses started to send reports back to his brain. His head hurt too much. His back hurt too much. It seemed that everything hurt too much. He kept his eyes closed, not because he didn't want to see where he was, but because he thought it would hurt too much to open them.

"Face," Hannibal's voice said though the haze of pain. "C'mon, you got to wake up!" Face moaned as Hannibal looked toward the front of the van. "Get us back to the house, BA!"

"Already on it, Hannibal," BA said driving as fast as he could with out attracting to much attention. Arriving at Stockwell's safe house, BA watched Hannibal take Face's wrist and check his pulse.

"Faceman going to be alright, Hannibal?" BA asked turning in his seat.

"I don't know," Hannibal said as Face tossed his head from side to side before he forced his eyes to open.

"It hurts," Face said grimacing painfully as Hannibal reached out and put a hand in his shoulder.

"Where's it hurt, Face?"

"Pick a spot," Face replied evenly as Hannibal nodded.

Murdock opened the door as Hannibal looked at his second in command. "Let's get you inside so I can check for any broken bones."

The move inside the house was excruciatingly painful for Face. Each step elicited a moan from the young man that made Hannibal worry. "Put him here, BA," the Colonel said pointing to the couch as he took off his coat and tossed it into a nearby chair. "Let's see what we got here, kid."

Face closed his eyes as Hannibal's deft hands moved across his chest and arms searching for any broken bones. Hannibal noted any problem areas after Face elicited a few hisses of pain. Reaching the lieutenant's waist, Hannibal looked up as Face opened his eyes. "How's the legs?"

"My legs?" Face asked absently as Hannibal ran a hand down one and then the other.

"Any pain?" Hannibal asked meeting his eyes.

"No," Face replied quietly. "Hannibal, I don't feel anything!"

Hannibal frowned as his hands stilled. "You don't feel nothing?" The panicked look in Face's eyes spoke volumes as he shook his head no.

"Murdock," Hannibal said straightening up. "Get Face a blanket while I make a phone call."

"Sure thing, Colonel," Murdock said as Hannibal went to a desk and picked up the receiver.

Dialing a number he waited for it to connect and sighed when Stockwell finally answered the phone. "It's Hannibal, we've got a problem!"

"Was the job completed?" Stockwell asked cutting Hannibal off.

"Yes, but Lt. Peck has been injured. We need to get him to a hospital, fast," Hannibal growled.

"That's going to be difficult to explain," Stockwell replied as Hannibal grew impatient.

"I don't care how you have to explain it, Stockwell," Hannibal yelled. "Make it happen! And, I want a specific Doctor to treat him. Her name is Maggie Sullivan, you'll find her in a small town called Bad Rock. Tell her, Hannibal needs her and she'll come! Got it!"

"I'll see what I can do," Stockwell said ending the call. "You'll be hearing from me soon."

Hannibal hung up the phone before he returned to Face's side. "How he's doing, Murdock?"

"He's in a lot of pain, Hannibal," Murdock replied getting to his feet.

"Hopefully, we'll have some help soon," he said turning around when the phone rang. Figuring that it was Stockwell, Hannibal picked up. "What's taking so long?"

"I guess, it's because, I'm in California and your in Virginia, Hannibal."

"Oh," Hannibal chuckled. "Hello, Mo. It's good to hear your voice."

"I got the strangest phone call a minute ago, Hannibal. Would you care to tell me what's going on?"

"It's Face. I need your help. He can't feel his legs, what do we need to do?"

"Tell me what happened?" Maggie asked suddenly all business.