Revenge is Sweet
Part II
Murdock was back to his semi-usual self, though he kept very close to camp or one of the other members of the team. Right now, he was with B.A., annoying him, but Face had been able to keep B.A. from getting too…violent. Actually, all he had to say was 'It was a bad night,' and B.A. restrained himself rather well, but he still yelled at Murdock who cackled a bit.
Now, to tell Hannibal. "Hey, Colonel?" he greeted, but nothing in his voice suggested that he was in his normal mood.
Face saw Hannibal immediately straightened and turned. "Come in Lieutenant," he stated and Face took a seat.
Normally, he would be out tanning. The explanation he gave B.A. was to prevent B.A. from going and killing Pike or any of the other frat boys. Face sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Last night, Murdock and I went to the bar. Mostly because he was a bit jittery and I wanted to check-out this new Lieutenant that had come in. Anyway, I had left him at the bar, mostly to just chat her up, when….Black Forest, those bastards, started to pick on Murdock. I promised not to get violent.
"He hates it when I get into fights with them. So, I foolishly promised. Murdock, like usual was tossing off his comments back. He really doesn't get upset by being called insane and such, not anymore. Anyway, Pike suddenly made this electric noise and Murdock just went stock still. It escalated from there. I got him out but…he crashed and burned. He was really upset by that and sir…I really, really, want them to learn to never pick on Murdock again. However, as I was the only one there, I would like it to just be up to me," Face explained.
Hannibal listened and suddenly picked up a book. A book on Gandhi. "As I haven't heard anything about your need for revenge, I really cant stop you Lieutenant," Hannibal stated.
Face grinned. "Thank you, sir."
"For what?"
However, the fact Hannibal was really gripping that book too tightly, and his eyes weren't moving, Face could tell Hannibal wanted to just beat them up the old fashioned way. Face wanted to as well, but he had promised.
Curse his honor.
Face stood up and moved to leave when Hannibal stopped him with a simple, "Face?"
"Yes Hannibal?" the con artist answered, turning to face his CO.
"Off the record, give those bastards hell from all of us," Hannibal stated, a touch of his brogue coming through.
Face was suddenly very glad he wasn't on the receiving end of any of Hannibal's fury. He had seen the man angry before. He really, really, didn't want to be on the receiving end of that rage…ever. It was frightening enough being to the side. Face repressed a shudder and walked out, heading straight to Supply. Oh, he was going to need some supplies all right. Specifically, the Black Forest's supplies…and some itching powder and maybe some napalm.
Oh, yes. Revenge would be sweet. And Face would savor every moment of it.