A/N: If you haven't noticed already, thoughts and songs are both italicized, but songs have ("/") while thoughts are ('/'). Sorry if I've caused any confusion, I try to acknowledge whenever it's someone's thoughts.

Oh, and now we have writing as well, with is just italics with no ("/') stuff like that, just plain slanted. So now we're up to: "Singing", 'Thoughts', and writing haha. Hope it's not too confusing.

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Chapter 3: I'ma Kill That Fool…

Hannibal clutched the handle as BA sped down the road at over twice the legal limit, pushing the van as fast as it could possibly go. Hannibal almost regretted telling him who was missing and where they needed to be. Hannibal was lucky that he even got into the van in time before BA dropped everything and started up the engine, not caring about whatever they were doing. Thoughts of Murdock ran through BA's mind; situations the pilot could have gotten himself into, things that could happen to him, people that could have found them, where Murdock could be.

Finally, they saw the florescent lighting of the gas station with Face's bright red convertible near the curb. To Hannibal's disbelief, BA actually managed to go faster, and then screeched to a final halt just inches away from the general store. BA jumped out of his vehicle, jogging over to the Lieutenant as he stepped out of his car. BA stopped right in front of him, glaring at him with a stare that could make a large army turn and run away like school girls.

"Where's Murdock?" He growled, anger already starting to seep in at Face's hesitance. Face didn't know what to tell the big guy; he didn't want him to overreact, but he didn't dare lie to him.

"Well, I was, sort of, um…" Face stammered, suddenly very frightened of BA's furious gaze and Hannibal's worried glance as he got a cigar out of his jacket pocket.

"Listen fool! I ain't got no patience for you right now. Either you tell me where Murdock is or I read it offa your brains," Face was surprised at BA's threat, BA hardly ever gave out serious threats to his fellow teammates, except Murdock of course. He tried getting his sporadic thoughts in order enough to please the towering man,

"Listen, Murdock and I had decided to stop for some food. He was starting to upset the store manager, so I sent him outside to wait for me in the car. When I came out, I couldn't find him anywhere, I looked all around the gas station, and all I could find was this," Face warily handed Hannibal Murdock's cap, the now-dried blood caked on the back of it. Hannibal's face darkened as he turned it over in his hands, exposing the dark red in the dim lighting.

BA snatched the hat out of Hannibal's hands, gazing at it in disbelief. Face couldn't help but back up a bit, he didn't want to be in the way of Bosco Baracus, not now. BA walked over to the wall of the store, staring at Murdock's cap. He stared off into space with an almost-resigned look on his face before slamming his fist into the wall, making several cracks and causing both of the other men to jump. BA inhaled deeply, trying to keep his temper under control.

'Damn it Murdock,' He thought, 'Where the hell are you?'

Hannibal walked over to him, placing a hand on BA's massive shoulder,

"It's alright Sergeant, we'll bring him back," Face winced as he thought of the last time he heard the Colonel say those words. Murdock had been taken away from them then too, but at least back then they knew were he was. Now they were completely lost, Face had no idea where to even start looking for him. Hannibal turned towards Face,

"Alright Peck," Face was very surprised at Hannibal calling him by his surname, he never did that unless he was very focused, "Now I need you to remember everything you saw when you and Murdock first pulled up to the gas station. Were there any other cars there? Any trucks or karts?" Face closed his eyes and thought back a few hours. He saw the gas station, the promising bright lights inside. He remembered nudging Murdock's shoulder, a bit guilty about waking him up not long after Murdock had finally fallen asleep, but they needed food. He remembered walking past the gas pump, looking around for signs of anyone following them…

"I don't think so Colonel," Face said slowly.

"Think harder," Hannibal ordered, rendering the young man's first answer as unacceptable; there had to be something, there always was. Face thought even harder about walking up to the store, looking around.

"Wait, I think… I think there might have been a black van on the side of the store," The Lieutenant finally said, his face scrunched up in concentration. His memories were a bit fuzzy from lack of sleep, but he thought he could just see the outline of a big, black vehicle.

"Good, very good, what make?" Hannibal pressed on.

"Um…Mercedes I think," Face thought he might have just glanced as the light reflected the silver symbol on the front, "Yeah, a Mercedes. The, uh, the uh, the, the… Sprinter! Yeah that was it, Mercedes Sprinter." Face smiled at his accomplishment, happy that he could remember such details from his peripheral vision. But his face fell as he realized that that really didn't get them anywhere.

"Alright, so now we at least know what type of car they drive, or at least one of the cars they drive," Hannibal thought out loud before taking another puff of his cigar. He watched the first rays of the dawn come up as he pondered scenarios over and over in his head.

"And… how exactly does that help us?" Face asked. Hannibal was about to answer when a man walked, well rather pushed, through them, mumbling an apology as he turned around the corner of the store, grumbling something about taking the morning shift at a gas station. The men didn't think anything of it until Face noticed a small envelope on the sidewalk. He bent down and picked it up, walking over to the side of the building,

"Sir? I think you dropped something, sir…?" Face called out, but as he turned the corner, there was no one there. 'Well that's weird,' He thought as he walked back over to the guys, looking down at the yellow envelope. He turned it over and to he astonishment, found nothing but a name in big, crawly letters:

Hannibal Smith

"Hannibal…" Face said softly as he handed the package over to him. Hannibal took the package into his hands, beginning to tear the seal off.

"Hannibal, wait!" BA held his hand up, "We don't know what could be in there,"

"Come on BA, would they really go to the trouble of taking one of our men just to blow the rest of us up?" Hannibal inquired. BA sighed and lower his head in defeat, Hannibal tore the envelope open the rest of the way. He turned it upside down and two items fell out, a piece of paper and a photo. Hannibal read the letter first:

Dear Mr. Smith,

I do hope that by this time you've realized one of you men is missing. It is my deepest regret to inform you that they are not exactly in good hands. My colleagues and I are skilled in the ways of extracting information, and one way or another we will find you and your team. Hopefully though, you can make is easier on everyone and simply come to us instead. Meet behind the courthouse in the town down the road at exactly 7:00 PM to pick up your next piece of information. Be quick though, your friend cannot wait forever.

Oh, and to give you some reassurance that you friend is indeed alive, I've enclosed a sort-of visual representation of the direness of the situation. Don't be late.

Face watched Hannibal read through the letter twice before flipping to the picture that was in the envelope. His reaction, though, was quite unexpected. He looked at the picture for a second, his eyes growing wide in fear. Hannibal's hands started trembling and before he could help it, he dropped the picture, unable to keep a grip on it anymore. Hannibal stepped to the side, trying to take control of his breath as he looked at the sun, running a hand through his short grey hair. Tears started to well up in his aged eyes as for once you could see his true age. Face just stared, dumbfounded, between his CO and the picture that had fallen on the ground. He turned to a worried BA, before kneeling on the ground and picking up the picture, turning it over once more.

He gasped; it was Murdock. He was shirtless, hanging limply by a hook in what looked like a freezer. His eyes were closed; large amounts of blood came down his nose, mouth, and above his eyebrows. His torso looked bruised and he had a long cut on his right arm. BA sucked in a breath beside him as he looked at the picture, taking in Murdock's beaten form.

"I'm gonna kill him, that fool's gonna pay for what he did!" He shouted, pacing in no apparent direction, clenching and unclenching his fists in a desperate need to hit something, anything. Hannibal didn't seem to notice, and if he did notice he didn't care, he just kept staring off into space. Face continued to stare at the picture, his throat tightening to the point where he couldn't make a sound. He felt lost; for once he didn't have a witty remark, he didn't have a confident smile, he didn't feel like he had anything at all now.

'Please Murdock, come back to us. We need you, more than you know…'

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