When your plan maker and boss is captured, it's up to the second in command to make the plans to get him back.

That would be Conmam Faceman Peck.

He paced through the garage in Charisa Sosa's small house. It was great of her to let them stay until they could get their boss back, and Face was glad to have her back with him.

B.A. was under his van, the sound of loud power tools keeping Face from really thinking the worst. He sighed, frustrated, and ran a hand through his dark hair. Something was really nagging on him and he needed some...'advice.'

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He muttered as he left the garage and entered the house. A rush of cool air hit him and he walked through the kitchen, living room, up the stairs to the bedroom the three were staying in.

As he'd hoped, the person he was looking for was laying on his back on the bed, his eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.

Hesitating, Face gently closed the door behind him and went to shake Murdock's shoulder.

Murdock groaned and stirred, reaching up to rub his eyes and blink rapidly a few times in the sunlight coming through the window before sitting up.

"Face?"

"Hey."

Face waited while Murdock fully woke up more and went to put his Star Wars shirt on. Face felt kinda bad for waking him up when he'd been without sleep for almost two days now, but he was this desperate.

Finally, Murdock threw himself back onto the bed and stared at Face curiously. "What's up?"

Face took in a deep breath. "Would you call me a wuss for admitting I'm nervous again?" After all, it had been Murdock who had come to Face and helped him out a little when he'd admitted how worried he was over the plan to get the plates back.

Murdock grinned and shook his head. "Course not!" Then he paused, pondering. "But why're you comin' to me? B.A. would have something more...uncrazy...to say. Sosa's your girlfriend and she'd be understanding...I think..."

Face laughed, but it sounded more like a wail. "Because I just need some advice."

"Oooooh, you mean like a Therapist?" Murdock asked.

Face shrugged. "Uh...something like that..."

"Why don't you do those over the phone therapies? You know," Face held up a hand to stop Murdock, but he kept rolling on. "my uncle once called one of those folks and they spent an hour with him straight, and ever since that call, he's never had another life problem since!" Murdock stopped suddenly, as if remembering something.

"Why? What happened to him?" Face asked, momentarily distracted.

Murdock let out a small chuckle. "He threw himself off a huge bridge."

Face gaped at Murdock while the strange man stared back with a look of pity.

"Uh...back to my problem." Face shook his head and smacked his hands on his knees.

Much to his dismay, Murdock began singing. "Here's a little song I wrote, might want to sing it note for note. Don't worry-"

"Shut up!" Face found himself shouting. "Just shut up! I came to you for some advice and you're singing stupid old songs! Can't you get a clue and be serious for at least three minutes?" He knew he'd just hurt Murdock's feelings, but really did not care at the second. If his plan went even the tiniest bit wrong, they would all be blown to bits.

Now the man was sitting on the bed with a pitiful look on his face. Face was standing by the door, having stormed over while yelling at Murdock, and couldn't find it in him to just leave Murdock without an apology. B.A. would, but he wans't B.A. and Murdock was his best friend.

"Murdock...God, I'm sorry." He let go of the door frame and crossed the room to sit on the bed next to Murdock.

He still had that look on his face and refused to look over at Face. "I was trying to help you." He said quietly.

Face patted Murdock on the back and sighed. "Yeah...I'm sorry, really, I am. And I blame this all on the stress I'm under. You would not believe how difficult making a plan is. If this was any ordinary situation, I swear I wouldn't have crushed you like I did. I did not mean any of that."

Murdock didn't reply and Face continued.

"The old man makes it looks too simple. But if one small thing goes wrong, it will mess everything else up along with it. And it would be my fault if I got anyone killed. Myself included."

"But your plan worked well last time." Murdock looked over at Face with wide eyes.

Face shrugged, cringing slightly. "Sure. Yeah. But you and B.A. are really being put on the spot tonight."

Murdock grinned. "Don't worry about us, Face! It'll be fun!"

Face stared at him disbelieving. "Fun? Murdock, you're goign to be hanging out of a helicopter that's flying through the sky with who knows what kind of missels and such firing at you!"

Murdock laughed and punched Face's arm. "To me, that's fun!"

Letting the comment slide, Face shook his head. "This is all wrong, though. B.A. is going to get himself blown up driving through those walls. And YOU should be flying, not being propelled out of the helicopter with nothing but a rope to keep you from breaking every bone in your body if you fall." Face moaned and covered his face with his hands.

It was quiet for a minute and Murdock put his arm around Face's shoulders. "I'm not scared. I trust Sosa to fly. And how else are we going to get Hannibal and B.A. out of there?"
Face was running the plan through in his head again.

They had promised B.A. no flying for him, but ovbiously that promise was going to be broken, once he got into the building and him and Face got Hannibal out safely, Murdock would come down with the rope tied to his middle, onto the roof of the building and plant the bomb. It would not blow up the whole base, only the communications tower.

Once that was done, he would be lowered down to the van, of course after B.A. had been knocked out, and untie himself, tying the rope to the top of the van while the four are stationed on top of the van. Sosa would bring them up and fly off to safety.

Granted, it sounded easy, but Face knew it wouldn't be easy.

"I'm going to be in plain sight, in the line of fire, and I'm not worried. I've never been that panicky. I trust you." Murdock was saying when Face had come out of his thoughts.

"I know. But am I really that trustworthy?"

"You are." Murdock stated, his tone making it ovbious he won't argue those words.

The sun was setting and Face needed to get back to B.A. He nodded once at Murdock and stood to leave when he only turned back and cocked his head. "By the way, what was with the song?" He asked.

Murdock gave him a lopsided grin and began singing again. "Don't worry, be happy!"

Face found himself smiling and much to his suprise, felt better.

"Hey! He's smiling!" Murdock whooped, jumping to his feet and grabbing Face up in a sudden bear hug.

Face gasped as the wind was blown out of him and kind of hugged Murdock back. "Um, thanks?"

"Happy thoughts, Facey. Positive thoughts make you stronger and faster, you're gonna need all your strength." Murdock let him go and followed him out of the room into the hall.

"Thanks, Murdock. You've actually made me feel better." Face told him, putting an arm around his shoulders.

Murdock looked over at him, confused. "I hardly gave you any advice."

"No, but I guess it was your happiness that boosted mine. Don't ever change, kay?"

Murdock howled with laughter, though Face hardly found the situation funny, and put his arm around Face's shoulders, too. "The reason we are who we are makes us special. I won't."

As they made their way through the house, Face realized it wasn't advice from anybody that he had needed to feel better, it was a friend who could make you laugh at your worst, and really think about things. Out of Hannibal and B.A., Murdock was that special friend.

And craziness aside, Face could live with that.