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The heart of Hannibal skipped a beat by seeing the car while he grasped his handle at the same time as BA went out of bewilderment also.
Murdock, not quite sure what had happened , got up slowly a little dizzy and took a step back before turning back to see the same show before hearing to moan on its side.
- Oh man. Face!
He rushed to his friend who had somehow been thrown by the blast of the explosion and had landed hard against passenger compartment of Van where the sliding door was when it was opened.
Hannibal and BA rushed to them in seer Murdock on the knees near his friend pale face, sat on the ground against the vehicle without moving.
- Face! Face you hear me buddy? Murdock questioned while inspecting the body of his friend with his hands.
Hannibal knelt on the other side and took the proffered handkerchief by BA for press the open wound of his right eyebrow where the blood flowed freely down her face.
Face had the open eyes, the fast breath but the frantic look.
Hannibal put his free hand on his cheek to try to attract his attention.
- Face, it's me, Hannibal. You hear me? Answer me damn it!
But Face what merely blinked before looking around him. His gaze stopped on Hannibal, but he was completely baffled. He did not seem to know where he was or what had happened.
- Are you hurt anywhere? Asked Hannibal.
He had seen a few cuts here and there, including a particularly nasty at his arm where his jacket and his shirt had been torn, and of course his eyebrow, but nothing particular beyond that.
- He has the leg broken Hannibal; Murdock said in its place; but it didn't look too bad and at least three cracked ribs also.
Face blinked his eyes again and began to look straight ahead, while Murdock began to examine his head for signs of concussion.
Face saw someone close to him and looked at him silently.
Murdock lives the pair of eyes looking at him and smiles to him having found no bump behind the head of the conman
- So Muchacho, we try to fly; he says to defuse the situation. You know well that it is reserved for me.
But Face merely frown and began to look in front of him very attracted to orange yellow flames from which to escape from the black smoke. The fire that enveloped the car began to subside in lack of fuel.
BA, stayed up and silent until now, understood while Face was not just in a state of shock.
- Hannibal, I think he hears nothing. He warns of a gentle tone and concerned.
Hannibal clenched his jaw and mentally berated himself for not having thought of it before, but the shock of what had happened, and the sight of his lieutenant in this state had because of it.
Of course, he had known enough bombs in wars to know that the strength and breath of the blast rendered deaf.
Sometimes temporary, sometimes permanent.
He cursed, hoping that this is the first solution.
Indeed, Face saw under fuzzy shapes, team members, don't understanding why they were not military uniform, but he did not hear.
Instead, a long acute and shrill sound was heard, buzzing in its ears, making his head hurt.
Hannibal , back in mode Colonel , forgetting panic behind him, also knew the other effects of a bomb and had not long to wait before the second symptom appears when Face shook his head as if to clear a fog in which he found himself.
He tilted Face on the side and the maintained so while the latter returned the stomach on the asphalt.
BA sighed and turned to look at the Vette lost in thought.
Who could do such a thing? And why? Why Face? He had so many questions unanswered for the moment that him drove crazy of fury. He put his fists in ball when he was attracted by some thing off of parking on the road. He narrowed his eyes and saw blue lights in the dark night approaching.
- Shit.
He turned around on his team-mates where Hannibal and Murdock repositioned slowly Face against the Van while he had stopped vomiting.
- Hannibal the cops come; he warned.
Hannibal turned his head and saw the same thing with the sound of sirens began to be heard in turn.
- We have to move. He tells more himself that for the other.
He turned on Face his attention again focused of the flames and put a hand on his shoulder by a slight pressure.
- Face? He shouted
No reaction.
He snapped his fingers several times just before the eyes of his second in command.
- Lieutenant! He said more forcefully.
Then Face turned her head towards him in a questioning. Hannibal did not know if it was because he had heard or simply because he had had his attention thanks to his intervention in front of him.
- We are going to help you to get up; we need to go there, alright? It will hurt. You understand?
Face frowned again as to assimilate what he had to tell her no great success and for the first time since the incident began speaking.
- I hear absolutely nothing Colonel; he yelled.
- Okay, well, look at me.
Hannibal took him by the chin so that Face concentrates on him.
He would have wanted to put it in the van and speed away but he did not want afflicted more pain to his second in command who was very awake despite the situation, although he did not seem to realize well the thing nor even feel any sensation. The shock was still present the Morse code on his hand was useless too.
- Trouble. We evacuate. Hurt. It is ok? Articulated slowly Hannibal. Shake the head if you understood?
After a few seconds, Face nodded conscientiously up and down. Hannibal gave him a wink, made a last reassuring squeeze on his shoulder and grasped him under the arm.
- BA starts car. Murdock help me.
BA made the tour quickly of the conductive side while the police got closer dangerously to the site, while Murdock and Hannibal raised Face on his feet who grimaced in the change of position. And with great difficulty put him on the floor of the small van, the head on the knees of Murdock who sat against the wall And already began to murmur reassuring words to his friend while stroking her hair, Hannibal closed the door and noticed for the first time, the big convex shape inward of the door where Face had made its landing.
He was not able to repress faintness in the stomach by imagining the strength of the blow while having a vision of his lieutenant propelled back against the Van. He had been lucky that he had not lost consciousness or he did not have more damage.
He turned to the car now charred, where only a few remaining flames stayed and swallowed hard his saliva.
'Yes, very lucky ', he thought. Then clenched teeth strongly by cursing the one who had made that, who will have much less luck when the team will find him.
And it is with this desire for vengeance that he went up on his place in the van while BA started at full speed leaving behind the rubber tire in its path at the same moment when the police arrived on the scene.
But none of them noticed the man out of the shade behind the tree which watched the Van going away, nor even the small black box which flashed red, just behind the tire of Van, which the man had installed while the team was occupied with their wounded person.
I'm so, so sorry to have "killed" the Vette of Face. Sorry Face. R.I.P