"One week," Face said as the television screen returned to the previous one with the flashing red dot.
"You done good, kid," Hannibal said as Face looked up in despair.
"Hannibal, I've got one week to find Stockwell and get myself out of this mess."
"That's more than enough time," Hannibal said with a grin.
"Carla," Maggie said joining the conversation. "What did you mean by implanted?"
"Just what I said," Carla replied with a shrug. "Everyone that works here is implanted with a tracking device."
"Under the skin?" Maggie asked curiously as Carla nodded. "And, I suppose you want Face to get one?"
"Of course," Carla replied. "He is the head of this organization now. It's the only sure way of keeping tabs on him if anything should happen."
"Wait a minute," Face said getting to his feet. "I didn't agree to being tracked like some kind of animal!"
"But, you did," Carla said in frustration. "The moment you put in that code, everything you do and every one you see is because of your affiliation with this organization and any one of them could make an attempt on your life! You don't just work for the organization Lieutenant, you are the organization! Without you, it will cease to exist and every last one of us involved with it will become expendable! Including all of you and your families! Think about it, our government already tried to have you killed on falsified charges. Do you really think that they'd think twice before doing it again?"
"Our own government would kill us?" Frankie said in disbelief as Hannibal smirked.
"I'm afraid so, Mr. Santana," Carla replied before looking at Face. "None of us are safe."
"How do I know my fa...Stockwell isn't already dead?" Face asked nervously as Carla took the seat behind Stockwell's desk.
"The implant tells us more than just his location," Carla said as her fingers flew over the keyboard. "This is Stockwell's vital information."
The television screen in front of them suddenly flipped to another screen that showed vital signs and to Maggie's trained medical eyes, what she was seeing was not good news.
"Tell us what you see, Doctor," Carla said knowingly.
"Well," Maggie said as she walked closer to the screen. "He's alive and from the looks of these readings...in a lot of pain."
"Torture?" Hannibal mumbled as Maggie nodded slowly.
"Based on those readings, Doctor Sullivan," Carla said narrowing her eyes. "How long can he hold on?"
"A few days...maybe less," Maggie said so softly, Face had to strain to hear her.
"Oh, God," Ellen said quietly stifling a sob.
"Carla," Face said as the woman looked up. "We leave tonight! Make the necessary arrangements!"
"Now you're talking, kid," Hannibal said looking at BA and Murdock. "Get our stuff together while I find out where Stockwell's got his weapons stashed."
Three hours later, the team along with Frankie and Maggie, much to Hannibal's dislike, were all headed to a hidden airfield in Langley where Stockwell kept his private jet. "Remember what I told you, Lieutenant," Carla said via a television monitor in the back of Stockwell's car. "Once you're onboard the jet, input your personal command code into the computer and you'll have access to all of the computer systems and maps that will lead you to the General's location."
"And, you'll be watching from there?" Face asked as Carla nodded.
"I've got everything ready here, if we should lose the ability to communicate with each other, we'll still be able to track your location with the implant," she said as Face subconsciously rubbed the spot on his arm where Maggie had injected the implant not more than an hour ago. "Good luck," she said breaking the link.
Once onboard the jet, Murdock took over the controls as Maggie and Frankie saw to it that BA was safely strapped to a seat. Thanks to Maggie slipping him a sedative in a can of soda he had in the car on the way to the airport, the big burly man was now sleeping soundly.
"How you holding up, kid?" Hannibal asked as Face brought up the computer.
"I don't know, Hannibal," Face said inputting the command codes. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around all this."
"I know, Face," Hannibal replied evenly. "But...I've never been more proud of the jobs you've done than I am right now."
Face smiled as he looked up and met the eyes of the man who meant more to him than any one else. "Thanks, Hannibal," he said as the computer suddenly hummed to life. "Alright, we...uh seem to be ready!"
"Good," Hannibal said with a nod. "Let's get this mission over with!"
Back at the house, Gloria paced the study nervously as Ellen and Carla watched the jet take to the air on the hidden television screen. "I've got to put Templeton to bed," Ellen said squeezing Gloria's arm supportively as she walked by her friend on the way out the door.
"You were angry when you found out Stockwell left control to Face, weren't you?" Gloria asked as Carla looked up from the desk.
"I was," Carla replied smugly. "I know the Lieutenant is his son but I've been in this organization from the beginning, he should have trusted me."
"What are you to him?" Gloria asked curiously as Carla laughed.
"It's hardly what you are thinking," Carla said harshly. "If you really want to know, I look up to him. I respect the General for the man he is. My father died when I was very young and Hunt, he took me under his wing. I wouldn't be in this business if it wasn't for him. And, I won't be in this business without him."
"I believe you," Gloria said honestly. "But, I also want you to know, Face is off limits to you. I saw the way you were looking at him."
"Only because...I never realized until today how alike he and his father really are," Carla replied thoughtfully. "In any event, he's not my type so you have nothing to worry about. I'm only interested in how he runs this organization, nothing more."
"Good, keep it that way," Gloria said leaving the room.