Authors' Notes: Well here we are at the end of this part. Next part will begin to be posted probably Tuesday... maybe Monday if you're really demanding about it. ;) Now for a quick reply to one of our faithful Anon readers.
Garine: Glad you enjoyed that! It was fun to write lol. We love it when they banter. And former? You don't write anymore? Why not! And it's just going to keep going lol... we have no quote set ending to any of this, just endings to the individual stories. And we plan to keep it up!
Annnd now on with the show!
A little while later, they were being moved through the tunnels again towards an above ground entrance that was well outside the city. Waiting for them was a large armored car like vehicle, "Your carriage awaits." The man in charge, Hector grinned at them as his goons hustled them inside.
Hannibal looked up from the tracking device. Noticing them finally escorting Face and Charissa towards the armored car, he picked up the phone and flipped it open to answer Murdock's incessant calling. He'd been an idiot to let the pilot choose his identifying ringtone.
"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna - "
"They're being loaded. Follow from a distance."
"Roger!" came Murdock's cheery voice.
B.A. eyed Hannibal, "That our cue to move out?"
She jumped slightly as they were locked into the back of the truck. She looked at Face wondering how too familiar this was for him, "Are you okay?" She asked with a very concerned tone as the truck began to move.
"Oh, this happens a lot." Face smiled, "Stay away from the edges of the truck. As soon as we pull into our final desination and get unloaded, they're going to come down on us like a hoarde of angry bees."
She nodded slowly, "Well at least I'm getting an understanding of how you all must've felt… being locked up and a prisoner." She didn't care for it at all, "You lead I follow, how about that?" She offered and wondered where the hell their final destination was and how long it would take them to get there.
B.A. hung back, but stayed as close as he could without being too obvious. He didn't much like this situation, there were too many places for error in his opinion but he kept that to himself… after all when had Hannibal ever been wrong? He tightened his hands on the steering wheel a little and kept his eyes focused hard on the road.
Murdock was keeping a lookout for possible destinations while in the chopper he had gotten ahold of. There was a large factory several miles ahead, with large shipping trucks. They were all white, stripped of their names and he couldn't read any of the plates.
"Too bad you can't French-kiss me keys to these cuffs." He chuckled, one eyebrow raised.
She laughed a little, "Yeah. After that my team kept cracking jokes that I needed to be kissed more often seemed to make me less bitchy. Even Director McCready tossed in his two cents worth." She shook her head slowly both amusement and annoyance written across her features.
"Looks like we're gettin close Boss man, should I hang back a bit more?" B.A. kept the truck in his sights.
"Yeah. And turn off all your lights." Hannibal reached above him and shut off the small light he'd been using to read the tracer. In the darkness from outside, he could barely read the blips - but they were brighter once his eyes got used to the darkness.
B.A. did as instructed and slowed it down a little, hanging back but still able to see the back lights of the truck, "Damn. Looks like they've got quite the operation here." The Sergeant made a low whistle as the factory and such came into view.
"I think we're slowing down…" She perked up a little and listened, trying to pay attention to things and be alert.
Sure enough the truck rolled to a stop, but only briefly as they paused before passing through the security gate. The truck continued for a few yards and then finally stopped. There was a moment or two of nothing and then the back was unlocked and the doors opened.
"Lets go. Come on."Two men hopped inside with them and hustled them out into the night air and up a loading dock towards the factory.
"Now."
Murdock suddenly lit up the area with every light the helicopter had and fired several small exploding rounds into the ground around the vehicles. He put on his best military voice and grabbed the radio speaker, "Attention! Attention! This is the police! Everybody freeze! We have you surrounded!"
B.A. had outfitted his van with a rocket launcher on the top, plus he had several guns of the large variety that he knew Hannibal enjoyed. He pulled the van up to the side of the security fence near some bushes and trees so they wouldn't be seen, "That Crazy Fool is havin fun without us." He muttered and moved to the back of the van and popped open the sun roof closest to the launcher.
It was instant chaos, people scrambling, guns and other weapons being whipped out.
Charissa stuck to Face as best she could as she tried to stay out of the lights and the panic, "This is going to be fun." She muttered and really wished her hands were free.
Their captors began to shoot at the helicopter.
B.A. sent a wild shot into the fray, not really aiming for anything just wanting to scare them and rile them up. He grinned when he spied the increase of panic through the aim, "Any word on the Calvary yet Hannibal?" He called down as he loaded up again and aimed for the loading docks.
"If I didn't know any better I would think the whole damned US Army was attacking this place." She stated above the roar of the shots being fired, the helicopter and the rest of the complete and utter chaos. The truck rocked a little and Charissa swore, "That was a little too close Murdock!" She yelled out as though he could hear her.
"I can almost hear sirens. Come on. We have to get Face and Sosa out of there." He charged into the confused melee.
Murdock drove the confused crowds away from the vehicle, allowing Hannibal and B.A. to get to it and attempt to release their friends.
B.A. nodded and got down behind the wheel again and proceeded to ram through the gate and into the fray. A few moments later, he was honking the van's horn wildly as he revved the engine, "Let's go fools!" He motioned at Face and Charissa out his window.
"Our rescue is here." She kept low as they ran for the van and shuffled into the back, "Please tell me you guys carry all purpose handcuff keys." She muttered, rolling her shoulders her arms had been behind her back for way too long now.
As soon as they were in, B.A. took off the sound of sirens almost drowning out the helicopter.
"That would be Face's expertise." Hannibal said, somewhat amused, as he worked on freeing them.
Murdock covered them until they were safely out of the way and down the road. He took one long look back, watching as the place was literally swarmed with police officers and all sorts of public officials. Followed not long after by the press. He chuckled to himself and radioed back down to the guys in the van, "Looks like they've found themselves in a spot of trouble, mates!"
"I love it when a plan comes together." said Hannibal.
~Sound Track~
Bad Boyfriend-Garbage (Face/Charissa theme)
Real World- All American Rejects (Main theme)
War Machine- AC/DC (Action Sequence)
The end... for now.
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