Well, the last chapter had some answers. This one has...well, this one has a Face scam, lol. Thanks to Jes (my beta/bunny helper at the time I wrote this chapter) and Spee (my summary lady, and new bunny helper person) for their help. Read, review, don't flame!

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After driving back to her hotel room to change, Nicole drove to a spot not too far down the road from a large mansion just outside of the city belonging to Stephen Tobin, one of the gun runners she was after. She hopped out of the car and went into the trunk, pulling out a bag containing a few items she'd need to break into the mansion. With a quick check of her pockets, she started through the foliage up the hill to the mansion.

A part of her wished Smith had agreed to help her so she wouldn't have to break into a mobster's house in broad daylight. But she had no time to waste with Jack Gladwin, the agent who had likely betrayed the others, still out there. It wouldn't be long before he found out that she was still around.

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a pair of goggles and fixed them on. Now that she would be able to avoid tripping the alarms, she started to slowly make her way across to the property. There were two men patrolling the perimeter near the fence where she decided to make her entry.

She needed a distraction.

Before she could formulate a plan, the guards both received calls on their radios to check out a disturbance in the north-east corner of the property. It was nowhere near Nicole, and was, frankly, a much better distraction than anything she could have come up with.

She waited to the count of three, then hopped the fence and ran to the hedges along the bottom of the mansion, slowly crawling along until she reached a set of double glass doors. Looking in the window first, she carefully checked that it was empty, then, after checking again for alarms, used her glass cutter to make a hole in the glass door by the door knob. As soon as she was done, she reached her hand through the hole and opened the door. Slowly and carefully she slid into the room, then made her way to Tobin's desk, and got to work.

"I don't know about this, Hannibal," Face complained from his seat in the Van. They were parked out front of the restaurant Vasil Shirral was eating in.

"Face," Hannibal said sternly. "She's not gonna check into a hotel using her real name. All we have to go on is that Shirral's in town and she's after a guy who deals with him. Now, we need you to go in there and plant that bug on him."

The conman sighed and reached for the door handle, pulling open the door. "Why is it always me?" he muttered melodramatically.

Face walked into the restaurant and scanned the area for Shirral, immediately spotting him on his way to the washrooms. He waited a heartbeat, then followed the man. When he walked in he spotted Shirral busy at the urinals.

He needed a plan and he needed it fast.

It was ridiculous and almost amateurish, but he'd used it at least a dozen times before and he would probably use it again. Not to mention it was about his only option.

With a quick check to see that Shirral was occupied, Face pulled out a piece of gum and quickly chewed it. Another quick check and he pulled the gum out and stuck it in the faucet of the other sink, then busied himself washing his hands. Well, washing his hand. In his other hand he held the tracking bug he would plant.

He smiled genially at Shirral as the man approached, and smiled genuinely when he turned on the tap and was immediately sprayed with water and chewed gum.

"Let me help you with that," Face offered kindly as he grabbed a handful of paper towel and began dabbing at the man's shirt. Before the man could push him away, he pinned the bug in Shirral's jacket pocket.

"Get off of me, you idiot! This suit costs more than you'll ever see in a lifetime," Shirral muttered angrily before leaving the washroom in a huff.

"I doubt that." Face grinned smugly, and dried himself off.

"Well?" Hannibal prompted as Face returned to the Van.

"Was there ever any doubt?" Face asked with an easy smile as he hopped in and shut the door.

BA grunted as he pulled out a small screen and watched the little blip that represented the tracking device on Shirral. It was still in the restaurant.

"Hannibal, what's going on here?" Face asked. "I mean, I can't help the feeling that there's something going on that BA and I don't know about."

The Colonel chewed on his cigar and frowned for a moment, then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the letter Nicole had given him, handing it to Face.

Face read the letter once, then re-read it a couple of more times. "Your daughter?" he exclaimed once he'd read the letter for what must the fourth or fifth time. "She's your daughter?"

"What?" BA shouted, temporarily looking away from the screen to stare at Hannibal curiously.

"And how did you know before we did?" Face asked, turning to Murdock.

Leaning his elbow on the armrest and resting his chin in his hand, Murdock replied without hesitation, "her eyes. They're Hannibal's."

Face blinked, then turned back to look at Hannibal. "This is why you're so anxious to find her?"

Hannibal pulled his cigar out of his mouth and examined it closely. "Can't just turn my back on her, Face," he muttered, still looking at his cigar.

"Have you thought this through, though, Colonel?" Face pressed on. "I mean really thought this through?"

The Colonel's head snapped up and he looked angrily in Face's direction. "You want me to just forget about her?"

"That's not what I meant, Hannibal," Face said apologetically. "I'm all for helping the girl, but I just wanted to make sure we weren't going in halfcocked. Do you even have a plan?"

Eyes narrowing, he replied, "I've thought this through, Face."

BA's voice broke the tense air. "He's moving," the Sergeant muttered, fixing the screen back on the dashboard before starting the Van.