Hannibal's heart was beating through his chest and he felt his throat closing as he dropped his phone. Not his little girl. It can't be happening but he knew it was. He started pacing trying to calm himself, ignoring his men as they voiced their own anger and questions. He had to calm down before talking to his men and pacing silently seemed to be the way to do it. After a few minutes, he was able to regain his usual composure and turn to his waiting men who were looking devastated and just as lost as he felt.
"What did they say", Face asked, his eyes angry. "Who was it"?
Hannibal shook his head.
"They didn't say. All they said was that they were going to take everything from me like I took everything from them".
He felt tears pricking in the corners of his eyes and turned away so his men couldn't see it. He had to remain calm in order to find his daughter.
"So, what can you tell us Colonel", Murdoch asked in an angry but shaky voice.
"Whoever it is, we've apparently met but I didn't recognise the voice imstantly. Male, probably Caucasian and at least 35 years old".
"That doesn't really narrow it down boss", BA said angrily. "We've pissed off a lot of people that fit that description".
Hannibal nodded.
"I know. I also know the voice from somewhere but I can't figure it out".
"Don't worry boss, you'll figure it out".
BA wanted nothing more than to rush out and break things and Hannibal could tell it was very hard for him to stop himself. He was comforted by the fact that all his men were as angry as he was.
"So if you know this bastard's voice", Face continued, his face full of concentration. "Would it be someone we have recently annoyed"?
Hannibal thought for a moment.
"It's possible. That still doesn't really narrow it down much".
"Maybe not", Face continued. "But we need to start somewhere. It's been a very full year I know but we will start with everyone you can remember from it, starting with our first job after getting out from under the thumb of the CIA…".
Hannibal's mind went into overdrive and his breath caught in his throat. Blood pounded in his ears and he couldn't draw breath.
"Boss, what is it", Murdoch gasped and the others echoed his thoughts.
"Colonel, you've gone all white", Face said hurriedly as he gripped at his shoulders. "Start talking before I start shaking".
It took a moment but Hannibal eventually started breathing again.
"It wasn't someone since our escape", Hannibal breathed. "It's someone from before".
"Who Colonel", all three waiting men cried. "Who is it"?
Hannibal stared, his anger being replaced with determination.
"Lynch".