Authors' Notes: Sorry this update is a little late, life happens. Plus slowing back down on the posting again because Drowsy started a new job this week and so us making progress on the next part will be a little on the slow side. However! don't forget to check out Flying Dreams if you haven't yet! Our two favorite Captains have their own little adventure! Now for a quick reply to one of our anon reviewers :)

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"We'll be making our descent in a few minutes, so, if you haven't done so already, please return to your seats and return your lap trays to an upright position. Thank you for flying Air Murdock. We know you have a choice with airlines, and thank you for choosing us today."

Face couldn't help but smile to himself. At this point, they'd usually be worrying about how to explain to B.A. that they'd gotten him on a plane - again - and making sure he didn't kill them when he came to.

Charissa chuckled, if she could she'd have Murdock fly her every where she had to take a flight for. At least it was never a boring trip and she didn't have to worry about trying to make conversation with the person sitting next to her. She stretched a little and looked down, the ring still there on her hand and yet… she had almost forgotten about its existence over the last hour or so. Maybe this wasn't going to be a difficult as she thought it was going to be, "So are we just jumping right in or is Hannibal meeting us somewhere first?"

"Hannibal's meeting us. Near the airport." Face nodded, stretching a little and looking out the window as Murdock descended onto a landing strip. There was no one to greet them as they pulled next to a darkened hangar and Murdock unfolded the stairs to let them out. "Did you bring anything heavy?" he asked, as he pointed to a small motorized luggage cart.

She shook her head, "Nope. I travel light." She said with a smirk, "You've never really traveled with me have you?" She had just the duffel and her laptop bag that was all for this trip anyways. She descended from the plane and looked around.

Face hadn't brought anything with him; he put his hands in his pockets and smiled. "All my things came here ahead of me I assume?"

Murdock nodded. "Hannibal said something about you being a 'sad bunny' if you didn't have things waiting for you."

"Sad bunny?"

"Or that might have been B.A..."

She quirked a brow, "B.A. calls you sad bunny? Do I need to be worried?" She questioned with a snicker, "I swear though that Hannibal, Murdock and B.A. are just your entourage and not fellow team mates for you." She teased, "So how much stuff did he have shipped here?" Charissa was amused by the fact Face was more of a girl than she would ever be.

A sudden glare of warning silenced Murdock and he shrugged, though his eyes gave away his ache to tell her, "Oh, I didn't really notice. Maybe B.A. can tell you about it." He remarked, as he led them away from the building and towards the fence. Beyond it were the lights of the city and a few minutes later they had entered the back of a motel through a disused parking lot, "Here we are."

She grinned and gave Murdock a small knowing nod, a way of saying we can discuss this later. She arched a brow as they entered into parking lot of the motel, "Interesting." She rubbed her arms a bit, the place was giving off a bit of a creepy vibe, "We're meeting Hannibal here?"

"It's not being used," Murdock explained, as he led them down a small staircase to a lit room. Hannibal and B.A. were looking at something on a table. Papers and empty take-out boxes and city maps were piled up in stacks on chairs and in trash bags.

When they heard voices, Hannibal turned and smiled at them as they came in, "Well, it's about time." He chuckled.

B.A. looked up and gave them all a nod, "What the Boss Man said."

"We had a little bit of a storm about half way here…" Charissa gave each man a small smile and eyed the papers, "So whats the deal? What do you have for us?"

Hannibal nodded, putting his cigar back in his mouth for a moment while he handed her a few maps, "There's an underground network of old sewer systems that used to run underneath the city. Most of it was closed off after major flooding about thirty years ago, but they never filled it in. We think that's how they're getting these people around the city and then out to the coast."

She nodded, folding her arms and looking at everything and storing it away in her mind, "So how do we get caught and how far into this do we go? Are we going to let them take us to their main operation?"

B.A. had moved over to his tool kit and was working on some tracking devices, very small tracking devices.

Charissa's attention zeroed in on the large man for a moment as she watched in awe while he worked on something so delicate.

Hannibal smiled when he saw where she was looking, "That's right - you're going in, but certainly not going in alone. Or unmonitored." He showed her a small screen, "Tracking devices, custom-made. You and Face will go out on the town, hit the spots where the couples are taken. Don't actually drink anything, but feel free to pretend you have. They'll probably offer to buy you drinks to drug you, so make sure to start slurring your words and acting like you're going to pass out a few minutes later."

She blinked and looked back at Hannibal," Right. Got it." She had never seen B.A. doing what he had been doing and it was amazing to say the least and she was definitely impressed, "I have to ask… where in the hell did you guys pick up all these skills and tricks you have anyways?"

B.A. laughed and shrugged, "Definitely not from any Military manual, Girl. You pick stuff up as you go." He shrugged again, not really knowing how to explain how he knew the stuff he did.

"Didn't you used to work for a garage?" Face tilted his head at B.A. as he helped himself to a small bit of leftover food, "Anyway, we'll be going out tomorrow night, we're not quite ready yet..."

Murdock nodded, heading for a small bed, "Guys," He drawled, "I hope you don't mind if I crash."

"Yup. Most of my life." B.A. said with a nod, "I like to keep busy. It drove my superiors crazy when I was on the Force. Always workin on somethin." It was just the way he was, he had to keep busy otherwise he felt like he was going to go crazy and one crazy man was plenty in their little group as far as he was concerned.

Charissa smiled, "Well I'm impressed and jealous." She eyed Face snagging some left overs and shook her head slowly, "Do you ever stop eating?"

Face gave her a dry look and continued to eat.

Hannibal chuckled, "If he didn't, he'd shrivel up into a little nothingness. And we'd miss him so."

This caused Face to roll his eyes and chuck an empty box at his C.O., who promptly caught it and whipped it back at him. Face got it in the head and almost fell off the chair, "Waugh!"

Charissa laughed, "Good shot, Colonel."

B.A. just shook his head slowly, "Not another food fight fools. It took me a week to get all the rice outta my Mohawk last time." He warned and shifted far away from them.

"I can't make any promises," Hannibal said lightly, "but if Face behaves himself..."

"Gah." Face was picking bits of rolls out of his suit, "Dammit, Hannibal."

B.A. just continued to shake his head a mumble about how crazy they all were.

"Face behave? You should be on your knees praying when you say that Hannibal." Charissa had settled on one of the beds Indian style just watching them.

Face wanted to throw something at her, but figured she'd aim for his groin and not his head, so he restrained himself and simply sighed before finishing his leftovers and putting the box in the trash, "I also vote on sleeping."

Hannibal nodded, "You might as well. We're very unlikely to be discovered here, but I'll take a watch just in case."

She smirked and shifted laying back on the bed, "Yeah. I am a little tired… it was a quick flight after all." She said those last words with some amusement to her tone as she kicked her shoes off and curled up.

"You sure Hannibal?" B.A. questioned, he'd rather the Colonel get some rest as well, he could handle staying awake.

"You have all morning to finish your tracking devices," Hannibal pointed out, "And we still need an exit strategy."

Face, relieved, undid the buttons closest to his neck and pulled the covers of the small bed up to his shoulders.

B.A. sighed, "Fine. But if you need to just wake my ass up." He stated almost sternly and flopped down on one of the beds. He'd sleep, but he would be alert, almost like he was sleeping with one eye open.

Charissa dozed without issue; she was tired and of course a bit stressed about the mission.


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