Murdock woke up the next morning wrapped up tight. He was warm and cozy, but his cheeks hurt when he opened his mouth to yawn.
Must have been shrapnel or something when that building exploded, he thought. Or maybe I got scraped up in that fight with that corrupt sheriff's cronies. Or was it the oil baron's henchmen?
Doesn't matter, he decided, and was pleased to find he could shrug his shoulders in a straightjacket. Whatever it was, Face fixed me up and got me back here so the team didn't blow their cover. Hannibal'll have some new plan in the works, and I can't wait to tell B.A. all about what Billy did yesterday . . .
fin.
