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"Last one again, Lieutenant!"Hannibal yelled as he stood watching his men come in from the course.

"Well, I thought I did pretty good, despite you throwing in that little 'suprise' of wet sand!" Face panted as he glared at Hannibal.

Murdock jogged in place. "That was a pretty dirty trick, ya know, Hannibal. Ya could've given us a bit of a hint."

"Then it wouldn't have been any of a suprise." Hannibal smirked as he took his cigar out of his mouth. "Lieutenant! Four more times through the course! Move it!" He ordered.

"But, Hannibal! I just did it! We've been out here all day,,,,,,,, Alright! I'm going!" Face groaned as he turned a headed back for the course.

Hannibal watched his lieutenant start on the first leg of the course. "Alright! Captain! Sergeant! Five miles out! Ten miles back!"

Murdock and BA groaned in unison. "Hey, man! You 'member what happened last time you sent one of us on a run!" BA growled. He smacked his fist into his other hand.

"Yeah! And we almost didn't all come back!" Murdock chimed in, pushing his hands deep into his pockets.

Hannibal put out his cigar before answering Murdock. "I don't forget, Captain. That's why Tawnia is going to follow you in the van. Also she's going to make sure you do all ten miles. On foot!" Hannibal pointed his finger at both men. "Now move it!" He ordered.

BA and Murdock jumped and began jogging down the lane. Hannibal watched as Tawnia pulled out in the van and started slowly following them. He then turned and watched as his Lieutenant struggled over one of the obstacles. No, he didn't forget. Neither would his men. And never again would someone like Kyle ever have the advantage of being better prepared to take his Team out. Hannibal took a fresh cigar out of his coat. He was responsible for the lives of three men and a woman. No matter what, he would do whatever it took to keep them safe. Hannibal slowly walked to the beginning of the course as Face started his second run. He could hear the van horn and he chuckled at the mental image it formed. Hannibal stared down at the cigar in his hand and then put the cigar back in his pocket. This was **his**Team. And he would never let them down. That was his promise to his men and with that as his goal, Hannibal started on his first lap though his course.