If I Should Forget.

A/N: Apologies once again for the long wait for the update. I hope everyone had a good Christmas, and wish everyone a happy new year. Also I have to say I don't know if I'm entirely happy with this chapter, but I don't think I can do anymore to it. It is the penultimate chapter; hopefully the last chapter should be up before the New Year. Thank you for reading, please review. rilu x

Chapter 9.

The walls were bare stone, and the sense of claustrophobia rose in Murdock's throat, he tried not to think about how far underground they were. Each of the cells they passed were much like theirs, although their seemed to be no other prisoners.

They were stopped at the lift. Two non-descript agents questioned what they were doing, eyeing BA suspiciously.

Face spoke up, motioning to BA, "He managed to get free of his manacles, we're going to move him to a more secure area in another facility, Lynch's orders."

A few more seconds hesitation, indecision flickering in their eyes, and then they moved to let them into the lift.

The four men watched impassively, waiting for the lift doors to close before jumping into action and looking at the levels available.

Currently it seemed they were on level -3. The entire building went up to level 20, Face went to press the Ground Floor button, as they had planned, but he was stopped by Hannibal's hand on his shoulder.

"We're going to have to split up, we won't get out together, too conspicuous." Hannibal insisted, quickly pressing the button marked '15'. "Face you need to find Lynch when you leave the lift, try to stall him in any way you can, wait for the signal." Hannibal continued before Face could question him about the signal. "Murdock you get to the Ground Floor, make your way out of the building as quietly as you can, I know we don't know the layout, secure us a vehicle when your outside and wait for us near the entrance. BA, we are going to find a toilet to hide in, you are the most conspicuous of the group. We'll wait about fifteen minutes, to give time for Murdock to get out. Or for the chaos to start. Then we'll make our way to the Ground Floor, make ourselves seen and cause a commotion. During which time Lynch will obviously come to see what's going on and Face, you can slip away."

The three other men stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Boss, there's a lot left to chance..." Face began.

"I know Face, but with the information we've got, that's the best we've got."

Face nodded his understanding. They reached the 15th floor and Murdock and Face left the lift without a word and Hannibal and BA travelled back down.

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Face and Murdock were surrounded by desks, each equipt with identical computers. A couple of people sat typing, while others milled around the room, carrying papers, and talking seriously to one another. Everyone wore the same identical black suits.

Although Face got a few looks, it seemed that the entirety of the building had been informed of his predicament and no one stopped him. Murdock wasn't given a second glance.

Murdock gave Face a look before making his way back to the lift. Face walked over to a female agent, flashing her a quick smile.

"Excuse me," He asked politely, "Where can I find agent Lynch."

The woman's face remained passive, "His office is just down the hall." She turned away from him,

'Obviously one of the agents who didn't approve of Lynch's plan.' Face thought, almost agreeing with her.

He continued until he found the office. It was enclosed, with a wooden door embellished with gold letters stating the agent's name. He knocked lightly, the door opening to reveal an irritated Lynch, "What is it I'm...Peck, what are you doing here? Where are Tony and Steve?"

"Oh, they brought me back up here, then had to go to attend to business."

Lynch's face darkened as he started to mutter, "When I see them next..." He shook himself, letting Face into the office. "Never mind," a grin spread across his face, "How'd it go?"

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Murdock kept his head down as he travelled down in the lift. It seemed that at every floor someone else joined and his heart would race for a few seconds before he realised he had gone unnoticed.

He finally reached the ground floor to find it bustling with people. He exited the lift quickly, noticing the guards stopping certain people entering the lift. He cast his eyes over the area. The floor was marble and there were many desks, each with a steel label hanging above them. There were security guards at each exit. He noticed with a jolt that each of them had a handgun tucked into their belts.

He tried to stride confidently over to the exit while trying to understand where he was. He made it to the exit, but was stopped by a large imposing guard.

"Excuse me Sir, can I see your ID?"

Immediately Murdock reverted to his Australian accent, in the back of his mind he wondered whether it could be a defence mechanism.

"Of course," Murdock began searching through each of the pockets, his excuse forming in his head. Suddenly he came across a small card in one of his pockets and unthinkingly withdrew his hand to take a look.

The ID card displayed a picture of a bald man, and was labelled Tony Deas. Murdock recognised him as the man from the cells. He couldn't hide it quickly enough; the guard looked over quizzically, reaching for the comms in his ear.

"That picture was taken a long time ago," Murdock garbled, his accent suddenly gone, "I've got this hair growing medication now, see," He grabbed a strand of his hair desperately.

But the man was speaking on the comms, Murdock didn't listen, didn't wait to see the damage, he had to get out of there, he was so close. He'd be no use to the others locked in the cells.

Using his surprising strength he sent a right hook straight into the side of the man's head, dashing forward and out of the large oak door. There were men following him within seconds. All he could do was run, and hope that his distraction could allow the others to escape.

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Hannibal and BA took the stairs down to the ground floor. Making it there just in time to see the guard watching the stairs run across the room away from them and out of the door.

"Murdock," Hannibal muttered, his eyes showing worry. He gestured for BA to follow him and ran into the chaotic crowd.

There were people going about their daily business, now terrified. Everyone was heading towards the exits, desperate to get out; unaware the problem was now outside.

There was a moment more of the chaos before a gun shot rang out. And just for a moment everyone stopped; then a woman's shrill scream rang out and the chaos began again, louder and frantic than before