Scattered as the sky

Chapter 4: Hidden Agenda.

Hey guys! I have brought Amy back by popular e-mail demand. I didn't think it would work but it kinda does. So here it is. This chapter is called Hidden agenda because it's Hannibal's hidden agenda we don't really know about.

Love Felina

Placing the photos on the counter he sighed. "I'll ask again." He lifted up Templeton Peck's photo. "Have you seen these men?"

The woman reached up and scratched her head near the clip that held it aloft. "I'm sorry sir no." she shrugged. "Lots of people come through here."

"If you are protecting them…" The man said firmly.

"Mr. what was it Lynch?" she said eyeing the tall dark haired man. "I don't take kindly to threats against my person I don't care if you're CIA or my father…." She pushed the pictures back at him "I said I didn't seem them…than I didn't see them." She said firmly folding her arms across her chest. The hundred-dollar tip made up her mind about them.

"And your security cameras?" He pointed up behind the bar.

She turned "Those?" She shook her head. "Those cameras run on two AA batteries." She said firmly "they are a deterrent…nothing more." She said.

The man nodded and looked around. "If I feel you are being even the slightest bit untruthful Miss Allen…. I'll be back." He slid the dark glasses over his eyes turning to the door. The two older men at the bar gave her a look.

"Amy…." The farmer reached out to touch the back of her hand.

With a nod she smiled "I know what I'm doing." She said and grabbed her keys looking into the kitchen "Hey Lou! I need to go I have an emergency I need to take care of."

The cook nodded "I got the rest of the day…it's always slow on Tuesdays. Now you be careful heading after those men."

Lifting up her purse over her shoulder she glared "Who said I was going after them?"

"Amy." He gave her a disapproving look. "Don't even do that."

"I'll be fine Lou I got this…I gave them directions I know where they are going."

"Maybe that CIA man was right and their criminals."

"And maybe their being martyred." she said firmly waling to the door. "I want to know which."

Forty minutes away, Face flinched at the sound as he leaned against the driver side door of the van facing away from the scene. B.A. was sat down on the floorboards legs spilled out of the van. "Is that fool going to be ok?" B.A. looked up. The sounds were enough to make anyone cringe. He didn't envy Hannibal right now, nor Murdock either now that he stopped to think.

"Not sure Bosco." Face looked back and flinched again at another sound. "Hannibal will let us know." He shook his head his hand coming up to rest on his own cheek. "Kid flies helicopters and planes but he gets a cold and it's the end of the earth." He shook his head. "This came out of no where…poor Murdock." He sighed shaking his head letting his left hand grasp at the crook of his arm. His right hand still on his face.

Sitting up B.A. smacked his bent arm. "Don't poor Murdock that fool…this is something else. He's never been like this before." B.A. shrugged. "He's got to be playing crazy like always."

Face turned to see Hannibal standing tall, a hand running up and down Murdock's back. Murdock himself was keeled over at the waist purging into the grass. Face watched slowly as the pilot stood took one look at Hannibal and lurched back down. "Yeah B.A. he's not playing. He's got something bad." Face turned back to B.A. "Need to get him some like Dramamine or something."

"That freak won't take pills you know that." B.A. lifted his shades and glared at Face. "Sometimes I think you're worse than Hannibal…what are you planning, big ideas, and bad ones too."

Face didn't answer the question. He looked back to see Murdock nodding at Hannibal before standing and turning with the older man to return to the van. Face frowned as Hannibal handed the pilot his hat and walked beside him. "Looks like we're green big guy…" Face sighed and looked at Hannibal walking back towards them pilot in tow.

"Bout time." Face moved as B.A. stood opening the driver side door to hop in. Once inside the sliding van door on the opposing side opened. "Got to get out of here."

"Get in back Murdock and lay down." Hannibal said quietly making sure the pilot got into the van without tripping over his shoelaces.

"But I feel fine mom…" the pilot started a sight slur in his voice. "I have a math test today I just got to go to school." He said with a whine.

Hannibal didn't look up. "Lay down Captain." Was all it took Murdock nodded slowly in defeat and crawled up onto the bench seat laying on his side his hat still on looking between all of them sadly.

"Yo boss…is he going to be ok? Cause you know how I feel about…you know, with him ill…in my van and all."

"He'll be fine B.A. just drive." Hannibal said pulling the door closed behind him. Face gave Hannibal a sideways glance and sat across from him in the center row captain's chairs, swinging them around to face Murdock who lay groaning quietly on the backbench seat. "Going to have to get fluids in him." Hannibal opened a water bottle and handed it to the pilot. "Please Murdock."

"Awe boss…"He groaned.

"It's this or the needle in your arm…and I know how you don't like that." Hannibal waited and was rewarded when the captain took the bottle and sat up slightly drinking down a long gulp of water.

"Where are we going boss?" Face said causing Hannibal's focus on their sick friend to be broken. "I mean we're running here …for days now and you're not telling us anything. We need to know."

"Face do you remember Mexico?" He asked taking the bottle back from Murdock screwing the lid back on motioning the pilot to sleep.

"How could I forget, it was perfect." He smirked and looked up. "God she was good looking."

"Remember the handler we had?" Hannibal lifted a prepaid cell phone. "The one who hooked up with us at the hospital where we met the good captain here?"

"Yeah good kid only used him, what like a handful of times?" Face's tongue trailed across his teeth before he dared say more. "Boss he's military…if he gets caught moving us, helping us, he's fried."

"If Lynch finds us…" B.A. piped in slowly. "We're worse off…"

"He won't." Hannibal said firmly before turning to Face with a serious look "Murdock needs a doctor…he can get us one and the supplies we need, and I need information he has on what Pike was planning before we went after the plates."

"Boss Pike is dead." Face said firmly with absolute conviction. "He was killed at the docks." He held up his hands "Bosco killed him I saw it myself." B.A. nodded in front eyes on the road knuckles squeezing hard on the wheel.

"Killed him but not the plans he had set in motion…do you think Pike was in this agreeably with Morrison and Lynch? I think not, on the docks Pike turned on Lynch the same way he would have turned on Pike had he had the chance; had we not intervened before they planned to go to Zurich." Their grey haired leader said firmly. "Once we get the information we need and Murdock is on his feet again we'll move…there's a large supply of military supplies that will be transferred into the hands of militant groups in the Middle East if we don't." Hannibal said slowly reaching down taking Murdock's hand touching his face with the other. "He's burning up." Withdrawing his hands he pulled out a small device and clicked it on. "Here's the GPS go up with B.A. that will tell you where we are going to meet our handler friend, please stay off the beaten path B.A. keep us as hidden as possible the waitress gave you the information the back roads." He said firmly his chair almost all the way turned round to the back of the van.

"You got it boss." He said softly turning the key letting the engine come to life before putting the van in drive and pulling back out onto the road.

Face didn't argue and took the black square device out of Hannibal's hands and crawled up into the passenger seat. "Here big guy got it?" he said offering the device to B.A.

Bosco took the device in one hand and slid it onto the dash and nodded. "Yup we're rolling keeping out of site is easy."

Hannibal watched the two up front for only a moment before turning back to Murdock who was fast asleep. The older man sighed and crossed his arms across his chest and closed his eyes in order to try to get a spot of sleep for himself, he would need as much as he could get for the coming days.

Not an hour had passed when Face looked back. "Are they asleep?" B.A. didn't look away from the road.

"Yeah B.A. their out cold." Face shifted forward. "I'm worried." Face admitted. "If what theses so called plans of Pikes are more than we are prepared to take on? I mean what can we do to keep military supplies out of the hands of militant groups, we're four guys."

"I'm not sure brother but it doesn't sound good in the slightest we've handled large groups before. I mean Hannibal he knows what he's doing, but when this shit went down the first time; you said it yourself he didn't see it coming. That was just Lynch and Morrison."

"Yeah I know." The sigh that followed his words was large. "We'll just have to wait." Face looked back at his sleeping leader "Till we have more information on what's really going down, for now do as he asks, and drive." Hannibal sat up straight in the chair head tilted down to his chest eyes closed keeping constant vigil over Murdock. He would have done it for any of them.

The pilot lay soundless on his left side looking towards them. In his hands one of his small die cast planes. Looking down Face decided it best to leave them to their quiet and turned looking ahead at the road. "Big trouble coming." B.A.'s concern broke the silence.

"Oh yes my friend…. I can smell it and it's not coconut curry."

B.A. let out a low rumble that turned into a groan. "Now I'm hungry stop talking about food fool…the cooks sick."

Face laughed softly. "I'm sorry I couldn't help myself."

B.A. Grumbled. "Remind me to put anti-freeze in your beer next time."

"That's the Bosco we all know and love." Face laughed quietly and sighed putting his feet up on the dash. This was going to be rough, fun, but rough.