A/N: I THINK I fixed all my previous spelling errors, and I really apologize for them...a few reviews had made a very good point and I think I really do need to slow down to avoid any more mistakes. So if you happen to catch any more, let me know! PLEASE!

"I think I'm claustrophobic. Or at least, I'm developing it." Murdock muttered, trying to shift his body around to make a little more room in the small broom closet. Face stood above him, his ear pressed up against the door. Outside, the cops were still talking to the manager of the hotel. It seemed like it had been forever since the two had taken cover in the closet and Face wanted to get out as soon as possible.

Murdock squirmed more, stepping on the bottom of the mop and sliding downwards onto the floor. The mop fell to the side, the wood landing on Murock's head and he winced. "I'm being attacked by a mop! We gotta get OUT of here!"

"Murdock!" Face snapped lowly, turning to glare in the dark, though Murdock couldn't see him anyways. "Shut it!"

"Well excuse me. I'll just try to live through this battle if you don't mind." Murdock turned his head and grabbed the mop, whipping it away from his face. Face felt the mop smack him in the back and ground his teeth together. "I don't believe I asked to take part in this battle, did I?" He asked, annoyed. Murdock chuckled quietly, righting the broom and drawing his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

"Are those cops gone yet?" He whined.

Face listened again, still hearing that gruff officer's voice outside, ovbiously not believing the manager was right about not having seen Murdock and Face. "He's still out there...and I don't think he's going to back off easily."

Murdock groaned and Face kicked him in the shin, formulating a plan. "We need to figure a way out. I might have an idea."

"Does it involve brooms?" Murdock asked in a serious tone.

Face turned slowly to stare at where Murdock's voice had come from and cocked his head. "What?"

"I said, does it involve brooms?"

"Uh...why?" Face was almost afraid to ask. Murdock shrugged, grasping the wood of the broom to the side of him. "Mops are evil. Brooms are good, they will aid us along the way, in this battle."

"I have nothing to say to that." Face put his head back up to the door, no longer hearing conversation. Face was certain the cop had left, but he still had to be careful.

"I can't hear them anymore, I think they're gone. I think."

Below, Murdock seemed to be trying to get to his feet. He made something on the higher shelves fall onto Face's foot and the conman heard what must have been Murdock's head collide with the shelf and Murdock exclaiming, "Dang it!"

"I said I don't hear them anymore, that doesn't mean they're gone!" Face hissed, grabbing the pilot's arms. Murdock sighed and turned away from the light that came through the crack on the top and bottom of the door.

"It appears...the shelves are on the mop's side in this battle." He sounded sad and Face tried to ignore him, deciding to risk it and just take a quick peek out into the lobby.

He grabbed the knob, turning slowly and pushed the door open a tiny bit, seeking out the main desk and the same girl from earlier working behind it. No cops were in sight. Face pulled back, keeping his hand on the knob. "I don't see any cops. I think we're good."

Murdock came closer and Face pushed the door open all the way.

Only to find himself face-to-face with the burly cop.

"Ah...right." He murmered, biting down on his lip as Murdock slumped back in defeat.

Hawaii Police Station

"Look sir, I really think this is a bit overrated. All my friend did was accidentally knock a girl over, her husband got mad and I was defending myself." Face sat back in the hard, metal chair. "There's no need for an interrogation."

The officer glared at him momentarily, turning on Murdock. "Why did you punch that waitress?"

"I didn't mean to!" Murdock argued, straightening up and holding his hands up. "I was in a fierce battle with my brooms against the evil mops and she kinda got in the way."

The officer gaped at him. "What is he talking about?" He asked Face warily. Face shrugged, chuckling nervously. "We never really know. Murdock, you didn't get into that battle until after the incident."

Murdock stopped blabbering and stared, confused at Face before recognition took over his features. "Ooooh yes! Now I remember! In the closet of doom, there was only one survivor...me!" He thumped his chest once with his fist, looking pleased.

"Am I missing something here?" The cop asked, pointing at Murdock with his thumb and mashing his brow together.

Face shrugged, his eyes reeling about as he took in the room and its contents. "Perhaps it would be wise to...bring a mop in here." He said quietly, placing his elbows on the desk and leaning forwards.

The cop stared blankly at him as if he were the crazy one. "A...a mop?"

Face nodded.

"I...I don't think that's a very good idea." He leaned away from Face, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

"Did someone say mop? I heard mop!" Murdock was turning in his chair, pointing accusingly at the cop. "Don't tell me. You're on the mop's side, aren't you? That's why you have taken us hostage." He scooted closer, leaning up in the cop's face. "Well you're not going to get away with this! My brooms will save us, ain't that right, Face?"

But it was the cop who answered them. "Face? You're name is Face?" Unsure, Face merely shrugged, already having a bad feeling that this man knew something. "Face as in Face Peck? You're a member of the A-Team! You...you...I'm calling the mil-"

"-Go ahead, make our day, officer." Face smirked and watched as the dimwitted officer jumped up, locating the phone. At that moment, a janitor rolled his cart by and Face spotted the mop. He knew Murdock had seen it when the pilot gasped, looking offended. "I must avenge the death of my fellow brooms! DIE MOP!"

Murdock was on his feet and hurrying out after the shocked janitor. Face got to the door before the officer grabbed his arm, restraining him. "You're not going anywhere, Face Peck."

"I hate to prove you wrong, officer, but I must." Face smiled genuinely and grabbed the officer's arm, twisting it as he had done with that waiter and spun the officer around, sending him face-first into his desk.

When Face got into the hall, Murdock was beating the mop against the cart, shouting out things in what appeared to be Chinese and finally succeeded in breaking the mop in half. He let out a wild Indian war shout and danced around the cart, Face suddenly grabbing his arm and leading him down the hall.

"I got some keys from our friend back there, and we've got a few cops behind us. Let's get outta here, Murdock." Face told him as they ran out the back doors and Face pushed the little, red button, listening for the honking noise and locating the right car. They dove in and when Face realized he was in the passenger's seat, he warily looked up at Murdock who was turning the keys.

"Oh no." He managed to get out before the car shot violently forwards, sirens trailing after them.

A/N: Did you catch any? I read this over about three times, so I hope I'm good.