"Sorry I'm late, Doctor!"
Hill looked up from the desk in his office. "It's about time you decided to show yourself, Jordan. You missed all the fun."
Jordan looked at a globed paperweight setting on top of the desk. "They came just like we thought. I told them exactly where to find you but they ambushed me. Tied me up and locked me inside the closet. Did it work?"
"Like a charm. The men are searching this hospital left and right trying to find Daniella and our new friend, but I have thrown a monkey wrench into their plans. They can search all day and night, but I have used the interior program to make it seem as if Room Thirteen doesn't exist. As well as my office and the control room," he revealed, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Jordan smiled in return. "Brilliant. Where are they now?"
Hill shrugged, returning to his paperwork. "Nowhere they shouldn't be."
Suddenly, Hill looked up, his smirk replaced by a frown. "How did you find my office, Jordan?"
"Funny you should mention that," another voice called out from the doorway.
"You!" Hill gasped, staring at the man known as Face, who was happily brandishing a MK 47. "How did you-?"
"What's the matter, Hill? Feeling disillusioned? Maybe you should lie down."
Hill and Jordan both dived to the floor as Face fired a few shots around them. "Hannibal wants you to take me straight to Daniella and Murdock's room, but I want some answers of my own first. And you are going to give them to me."
Hill slowly stood up, hands raised. "What kind of answers?"
"Answers about Daniella's family and why they supposedly gave up searching for her."
B.A. stared at the multitude of green computer screens and grimaced. "Man, I can't make heads or tails about any of this phony-baloney!"
Hannibal looked up at the group of computer techs. "Which one of you can help us figure out a way to get to Ms. Sanford and Murdock?"
B.A. growled. "And you better not be thinking about trickin' us, neither."
"I-I can help," a young boy with red hair and freckles replied meekly. B.A. realized he couldn't have been older than twenty-one.
"B.A., untie the kid so he can show us what to do," Hannibal ordered, taking his cigar out of his mouth briefly.
B.A. nodded and did as he was told. "You're gonna help us find our friends. They're in trouble and we need to let 'em know we're here. Can you do that?"
The young boy nodded. "Everything that goes on inside these walls are on those computers." He walked towards one of the monitors and Hannibal got up from his seat to let the kid do what he needed to do.
"Where's Daniella and Murdock? One of the nurses said they were in room thirteen."
The boy nodded again and pulled up the surveillance cameras. "Room thirteen. Daniella is sleeping and the guy is..." He panned over to the other side of the room and gasped. "He-he's gone!"
"Are you sure?" Hannibal asked, leaning forward to get a better look at the darkened room.
"Yeah! He's not there!"
B.A. looked over to Hannibal. "That ain't good, Hannibal. If he got out, he could be in bad shape. And if Hill finds him first, he'll be given more medicine for sure!"
"Hopefully Face is taking care of Hill per Jordan's unwilling assistance. But we gotta somehow get a message out to Ms. Sanford and let her know to sit tight until we come for her."
"I can do that. If you two sit over there at that computer screen with those microphones, I can let you talk to her," the boy told them.
B.A. gave the kid a strange look before he and Hannibal sat across from the kid, unsure of exactly how they could let her know they were on their way. He just hoped it wasn't too late for her or Murdock.
Daniella felt herself still fighting the darkness and the nightmares that swarmed around her. Everytime she felt as if she were getting closer to finding a way out, the darkness and monstrosities would pull her back down again. Was she awake? Was she asleep? Was she dead and in limbo? There was no way to tell.
"Ms. Sanford? Can you hear us?" a voice called out to her through the darkness. It sounded slightly familiar, but she couldn't be sure.
"Ms. Sanford, this is Hannibal Smith of the A-Team. Don't be afraid; B.A. and I are on our way to rescue you and Murdock real soon. Can you understand?"
"Hannibal? Is it really you? They gave me a sedative and I can't tell what's real and what's not. I wanna believe it's really you, but I'm so confused," Daniella relayed. "There's too much fog for me to get out. Ya gotta help Murdock first. He ain't been through all this before. I'll be alright. Ya just gotta find him!"
"We'll do the best we can. We are going to get both of you away from Hill so he can't hurt you anymore."
"Yeah. Hill ain't gonna know what hit him. You just hang in there, you hear me?" B.A.'s voice added.
"I will. I promise. But please hurry and be careful."
Suddenly, the voices ceased and quiet drowned out any and all noise. For the first time, the dark fog lifted and she was able to sleep peacefully, floating through white, fluffy clouds of tranquility.
Keeping his gun pointed directly to their backs, Face followed Jordan and Hill down the hallway towards the room where Hannibal and B.A. were. He hoped that they had been successful in finding Daniella and Murdock. But his mind was mainly on the information Hill had provided regarding Daniella's family. He had a gut feeling that her parents didn't give up on her and he was right. It was just a despicable illusion from Hill used to torment and isolate her. In reality, her parents were killed in an automobile accident while searching for their daughter. Hill knew that and decided to manipulate Daniella's fragile mind by making her think she saw and heard her parents abandon her. It was by far the most deplorable thing Face had ever heard of and the thought of it made his blood boil. The poor girl's entire life had been a lie. All thanks to Doctor Randy Hill. But Face knew the truth now and vowed to tell her as soon as she was able to process it.
Suddenly, Hill stopped. "Wait! One of my men is down. Looks like possibly Norm."
Face looked to see that a nurse was indeed lying unconscious on the floor, his head turned so that they couldn't quite make out who he was. Still keeping his gun on them, he cautiously made his way towards the nurse's body. He had to make sure he was still breathing or this wasn't a trap. Kneeling down, he turned the man's head towards him and immediately, his stomach turned in knots. "Oh my Lord! Murdock?" He felt for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he found it, albeit it was very weak. "Okay, change of plans. You two are going to take Murdock into a different medical room. And if you are any kind of doctor, Hill, you are going to do whatever is neccessary to save him."
Jordan reluctantly picked Murdock up and hoisted him over his shoulder.
"And if I refuse?" Hill asked.
"Then I'll refuse to let you live! Now move; both of you!"
