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Chapter 2:
"Colonel, I need a word with you." General Hunt Stockwell said as he arrogantly strudded into the house in Langley, Virginia.
Hannibal sat down the newspaper he had been reading and put out his cigar. He got up and followed the General to his private office.
"Who needs rescuing this time Stockwell?" Hannibal said as he flopped down in one of the chairs adjacent to Stockwell.
"This isn't about a mission Colonel. I believe youur lieutenant knows a certain priest by the name of Maghill?"
Hannibal stood up a little straighter at hearing those words.
"Father Maghill? Yeah why? What's going on?"
"He was murdered yesterday morning outside his church."
"Murdered? Father Maghill? By who?"
"There were no witnesses and the police have no suspects colonel."
"Oh god...Face."
"About your lieutenant. I don't want him seeking revenge so make sure you keep him under control. I have a mission in the works and I need him focused. Understood?"
"It isn't just Face you have to worry about General. We all knew Father Maghill and want his killer caught. I don't give a damn about your next mission. As far as I'm concerned this is our current mission. We'll be heading back to L.A. Make the arrangements."
Hannibal slammed the door behind him and stood in the hallway.
"Damn." He muttered under his breath. How in the hell was he supposed to tell Face that the man who was like a father to him growing up was murdered in cold blood? It hurt him to hear the news, he couldn't imagine what Face would feel like.
He took a deep breath and walked in the living room. He saw Face sitting on the couch rubbing his head. He had been doing that a lot lately. Ever since that Bancroft Fiasco. Murdock and Frankie were sitting near him talking quietly as BA watched a football game.
"Face, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Face's head shot up and he nodded. Murdock looked at Hannibal in concern as Face got up and walked over to where Hannibal was standing.
"Let's go outside, kid."
Face nodded and followed Hannibal outside.
"Ok, Hannibal, what's going on?" Face asked, his gut churning.
"Face, I have some bad news. Father Maghill was murdered yesterday morning. He was shot outside his church."
Hannibal watched as all the color drained from the younger man's face.
"Face, I-" Hannibal started.
"Who did it?" Face said angrily.
"Stockwell said there were no witnesses and the police don't have any suspects. Don't worry kid we are gonna find the dirtbag and make him pay. I told Stockwell to make arrangements back to L.A."
Face merely nodded and sat down on the grass.
"Are you ok?" Hannibal asked sitting down next to him.
"I'm fine Hannibal. If you don't mind I'd like to be alone."
"Sure Face. If you want to talk, you know where to find us."
Hannibal turned and left. He knew Face was anything but fine, but pushing him was not the way to get the kid to open up.
He learned that long ago.
He hoped Face wouldn't do anything rash, but he saw the look in his lieutenant's eye. The look he hadn't seen in years. He definitely had to keep a close eye on the younger man. He headed inside to break the news to the rest of the team.
Face watched Hannibal go, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
