Face tossed the letter on to Stockwell's desk before running a weary hand across his eyes. "You're not going to do Stockwell or anyone else a bit of good if you can't keep your eyes open when we land," Maggie said stepping closer to the desk. "It'll be several hours before we land. Why don't you try to get some sleep."
"Yeah," Face said stifling a yawn. "In a minute. Something just doesn't feel right about this," he said as Maggie took a seat in front of the desk. "When did Stockwell leave me this letter? Before the kidnapping?"
"If Carla found it in the desk like she said," Maggie replied with a nod. "Then I'd say before, but then that would imply that he knew the kidnappers were coming and prepared for it."
"Exactly," Face said sitting up straighter in the chair as Hannibal joined them.
"What are you thinking Face?" He asked as Face brought the computer up.
"Carla wants us to land at a private air field, an ali of the general's, she says," Face said tapping the screen before looking up at Hannibal. "But, what if it's a trap?"
"Yeah," Hannibal replied with a nod as he rubbed his chin. "I was wondering the same thing."
"Tell Murdock to head to an alternative airport but don't change our itinerary until the last possible minute," Face said with a grin. "Then we'll see what happens after that."
"What is he doing?" Carla mumbled several hours later when she checked the position of Stockwell's jet.
Murdock looked up at Face from the cockpit of the jet as Carla's voice came though loud and clear on the radio. "Captain, Murdock! Why have you altered your course?"
"Don't say anything," Face said with a nod. "How soon before we land?"
"Just a few minutes," Murdock said turning back to the controls. "I was able to locate an abandoned airfield but I don't know what kind of condition the runway is in so you might want to strap in."
Once the plane came to a complete albeit jittery stop, Hannibal quickly got to his feet. "Frankie," he said looking at the young man next to Maggie. "You two stay here with the plane as our point of contact. "Face, Murdock, BA and myself are going after Stockwell!"
"If things go south," Face said tossing Stockwell's letter to Maggie before gathering his duffel bag of supplies. "Put that code into the computer and radio Carla for help. Even if we don't know whether or not we can trust her, she's still the only connection we've got!"
"I understand," Maggie said with a nod. "I guess, I don't have to tell you all to be careful."
"No, but it's the thought that counts," Hannibal said pulling her close. "We'll be back as soon as we can."
"I'm counting on it, John," Maggie whispered before brushing his lips with hers.
"Take care of her, Frank!" Hannibal said following the rest of the team out the door.
"Count on it, Johnny!" Frankie replied before closing and securing the door of the plane behind the team.
"Stockwell's tracking device showed he was located here," Face said pointing to an area on the map he printed out.
"BA," Hannibal said lighting a cigar. "Secure us a mode of transportation."
"Sure thing, Hannibal," BA replied starting toward a locked gate with some vehicles located behind it. Kicking the lock on the gate, BA opened it after the lock fell to the ground. After a few failed attempts at locating a vehicle that actually turned over, the team finally settled into a Jeep and headed for the only road around.
"Which way, Face," Hannibal said as BA drove.
"Make a left at the next road," Face replied as BA nodded.
"Damn them!" Carla yelled angrily as she tried to bring up the position of the jet. But, Murdock had flown to long under the radar and she had no way of knowing exactly where it landed. "They had better know what they're doing," she said aloud before switching the computer to Face's personal implant.
"There's a town up ahead, Hannibal," BA said slowing the jeep.
"Any chance, we might blend in," Face said with a mischievous grin.
"I hardly think so," Hannibal replied pointing to the left. "Let's skirt it BA so we can get a better look around without being noticed."
"Wait," Face said pointing to a large brick building in the distance. "According to the map, that's where Stockwell is."
"Alright, BA," Hannibal said with a nod. "Head that way and let's see what we got."
Stopping a block from what appeared at first to resemble a dilapidated old school, the team slowly made their way toward it by using an ally. "Let's try the back door," Hannibal said as night began to fall.
Just as they were about to open the door, they quickly moved away as several voices were heard on the other side before the door suddenly swung open. Two burly men walked outside dragging a third who appeared to Face to be either unconscious or dead and he actually found himself hoping it was the latter as Murdock exclaimed. "That's Stockwell!"