"I guess we do," Face said before looking toward Hannibal, Murdock and BA. "I don't expect any of you to volunteer to help me find him but I would very much appreciate if you would help me."
"What are friends for," Hannibal said after a nod from BA and Murdock.
"Besides," Murdock said looking at Ellen. "We're kinda family now."
"That's right," BA replied harshly. "I ain't related to you like this fool is but we still family, Face man!"
"Thanks guys," Face said with a sigh. "It looks like we're headed back to Langley, again!"
Once they arrived, Carla met them at the front door and quickly ushered them into the general's office. "I didn't want to talk in front of the guards," she said turning around to Face. "Your father left this in his desk for you, I just found it."
Face took the envelope addressed to Templeton and opened it as Frankie entered the office and quickly became Maggie's point of focus. "Why hasn't this been taken care of?" she said looking from the scarlet red bandage coving Frankie's shoulder to Stockwell's secretary.
"And, what was I supposed to tell the authorities when they showed up at the hospital to interview a gunshot victim, Doctor?"
"She's right, Mo," Hannibal said with a nod. "We can't risk it being reported. If we're going to have any luck finding Stockwell alive, we have to do this ourselves."
"I didn't think about that," Maggie said pushing Frankie toward one of Stockwell's recliners. "Let me have a look at that."
Hannibal turned his attention back to Face when he saw the look on the Lieutenant's face as he handed the letter back to Stockwell's secretary. "What's it say, kid?"
"I don't believe it," Carla said shaking her head as she read the letter. "The general's turned complete control of his organization over to...his son."
"That's what it says, alright," Face replied quietly as the others looked on in shock.
"We should get started, Lieutenant," Carla said regaining her composure. "We've got a lot to accomplish and only thirty six hours do it in!"
"What are you talking about?" Face said watching as the woman took a seat behind Stockwell's desk.
Bringing up the computer, she never looked up as she spoke. "This organization will dissolve in thirty six hours if the leader is not in place when the call comes in. I have to switch all the command codes from your father to you. Once that is completed, you'll answer directly to the President and you'll be the head of the EIA which stands for enhanced intelligence assets and draws its personal from the DIA, CIA and FBI." Standing up, Carla met his eyes. "When you're ready, you'll have to input the command codes your father gave you."
"Hannibal," Face said turning to the colonel. "I don't know...if I can do this."
"Face," Hannibal said putting both hands on the younger man's shoulders. "Do you want to find Stockwell?"
"Of course," Face replied meeting his eyes as Hannibal nodded.
"Then this might be the only way," he said gently as Face nodded in return.
"But, I'm not a leader, you are!" Face replied as he looked up to find Ellen watching him.
"You can do this, Face," Ellen said encouragingly. "I've seen the changes in you since we've met and if anyone can do this, it's you!"
"We don't have much time, Lieutenant!" Carla said curtly. "You have to make a decision!"
Face took a deep breath as he straightened his jacket before walking toward Stockwell's desk and took the letter from his father's secretary. "Show me what to do," he said as Carla indicated the chair in front of her.
"Sit down and input the code," Carla said as Face momentarily hesitated before he took a seat in Stockwell's chair.
His fingers played over the keyboard of the computer as he tapped in the code Stockwell left for him. As he put in the final command, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed and the wall in front of him lowered to reveal a large television screen with a picture of the world on it.
"Whoa," Frankie said looking around at the others. "This is like some kind of James Bond thing going on here!"
Carla ignored Frankie's comment as a red light flashed on the screen. "There," she said pointing at the screen. "That's the general's tracking device!"
"Tracking device?" Face said questionably. "Wouldn't his kidnappers have found it by now?"
"Not if it was implanted," Carla replied evenly before turning her attention back to the screen. "The coordinates are reading deep in Russia!"
"Russia?" Face replied looking at the screen. "Who would want to take my father to Russia?"
"Ivan Trigorin," Carla said slowly. "Your father's partner in the CIA. They had a falling out several years back and Ivan or 'brown fox' hasn't been heard from since!" Before Face could say anything, a blue light suddenly flashed on the screen in front of them. "Incoming call from the President," Carla said standing at attention next to Face's chair as the screen turned dark before revealing the Oval Office and the President of the United States seared behind his desk.
"Lieutenant," the President said with a nod as Face sat up straighter.
"Sir," Face replied as the President steepled his fingers together.
"I received the change in command for the EIA, would you care to enlighten me as to why?"
Face looked up at Carla who nodded before he replied. "Sir, General Stockwell was kidnapped."
"And you are?"
"Lieutenant Templeton Peck, and Stockwell's son," Face replied as the President glanced over a paper in front of him.
"You have quite a history, Lieutenant," the President replied evenly. "I'll give you one week to find your father before the changes in command of the EIA become permanent. Take whatever steps you deem necessary in order to find the General but I must caution you, the US will not be held responsible for any of your actions, understand?"
"Yes, sir," Face replied quickly.
"And, I expect a daily update," he said before breaking the communication.
"Well," Frankie said with a smirk. "That wasn't intimidating."