It had been almost two hours since Face had left to investigate Keller, and there had been no word from him. Hannibal wasn't worried, he knew things like this could take time, but he was getting there. Face was usually quicker than this, if much more time passed and there was no contact, they'd have to go looking for him.

"B.A, how are things looking over there?" Hannibal asked. The last time Keller's goons had come around, they'd busted up the shop pretty good, and the two of them had spent the last little while working on fixing the place up enough to reopen. Nothing tended to draw these kinds of scumbags out like showing them that their intimidation tactics weren't working.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I wish that fool Murdock was here. Would go faster with another person."

Hannibal shook his head slightly in amusement, if Murdock was there, he and B.A. would have spent as much time bickering as they did working. The two of them got along great.

"Don't worry B.A, Face should be back soon and you can put him to work." Hopefully at least, Hannibal was actually feeling a lot more worried about Face's absence then he cared to admit.

Just then a knock sounded on the back door of the shop, making both B.A. and Hannibal glance towards it in concern. Both Oliva and her brother were in their apartment above the shop, and Face wouldn't have bothered to knock, which left the question of just who was there.

"Colonel! B.A! Could you give me a hand here?"

The sound of Murdock's voice caused a confused expression to appear on B.A's face, and he glanced over at Hannibal for direction, who motioned for B.A to cover him as he approached the door. Murdock wasn't supposed to be there, and so the fact that he was led Hannibal to believe something was wrong.

He didn't think it was some kind of trap, Murdock would have found some way to warn them if it was, but it was better to be safe than sorry. With his gun in one hand, he used the other to open the door, quickly stowing his gun away as he saw the situation on the other side.

Murdock stood there supporting a very pale looking Face, who Hannibal wasn't even sure was conscious, a worried look on the normally cheerful Captain's face. The fact that there was blood on Face's shirt and the evidence of rope burns on his wrists, gave Hannibal reason to believe that the worried expression was well earned.

"What happened?" He questioned, moving to take some of Face's weight and help carrying him into the shop. Behind them, B.A quietly shut the backdoor, a concerned expression on his face as he watched them support their injured member.

Face stirred at Hannibal's question, apparently not as unconscious as the man had suspected, and lifted his head slightly, making it possible for Hannibal to catch sight of a darkening bruise across his throat. A feeling of rage bubbled in Hannibal's chest, he didn't know the full extent of what had happened, but someone had clearly hurt Face badly.

"Oscar's working for Keller." Face croaked out, in the type of raspy tone that came from having been choked. "He ratted me out."

"Willing?" Hannibal asked, trying his best not to jump to conclusions. It was possible that Keller had something on Oscar and was blackmailing him into helping, if that was the case then they could use more leeway when dealing with him. But if he wasn't…

"Yeah," Face said, groaning slightly in pain as they maneuvered him into a chair. "He's greedy and seems to think that if the store sells, he'll get some of the money."

B.A looked about ready to punch a wall, or possibly rush to the apartment upstairs and punch Oscar himself. "That no-good mudsucker! What kind of person betrays their own family for money!"

"Easy B.A," Hannibal told him, "We'll deal with him, but right now we have other things to deal with." He gestured towards Face, who was unfortunately still all too conscious, and likely would remain that way without some outside influence.

For all his good traits, Face had some very frustrating ones as well, and his tendency to stubbornly cling to consciousness when injured was one of them. Hannibal was no psychiatrist, but he could read people pretty well and if he had to guess he'd say that Face was probably afraid of being in a situation where he was unaware and unable to react. It was a reasonable fear given their line of work, but it also tended to cause Face a lot of unnecessary suffering.

"Murdock, the van's in the alley next to the store, can you check if we have any kind of sedative?" Hannibal instructed the antsy looking pilot, keeping his voice low so that Face wouldn't hear. Murdock had been acting remarkably sane ever since he'd arrived, and in Hannibal's experience that tended to mean the man was stressed out, but too worried to feel like he could escape into his fantasies. The best thing Hannibal could do for him right now was give him a task to keep him distracted, and involved in helping Face.

"Right away Colonel," Murdock told him, looking relieved as he slipped back outside. Hannibal really hoped he'd be able to find something. They'd had a job a while back they thought they'd need to fly for, but in the end hadn't had to; he was fairly certain Face had gone ahead and prepared a sedative so they could get B.A on the plane, and hopefully it would still be hidden in the van.

There was a certain irony in Face being drugged with the same sedative he'd scammed for them, but it was a necessary thing to do, it would be easier for everyone involved if he was unconscious.

"B.A, can you clear off a counter to lay Face on?" Hannibal requested, keeping an eye on their injured member as he did so. Face had his eyes squeezed shut tightly in pain, and he was gritting his teeth so tightly that Hannibal half expected them to crack. B.A nodded in agreement, and began carefully removing the more delicate pieces of equipment and tools from one of the counters, his eyebrows furrowed with worry as he did so.

"I'm going to undo this bandage," Hannibal told Face in a soft voice, as his fingers began working at the tied piece of cloth. Really, calling it a bandage was being overly generous, the thing barely provided enough pressure to slightly staunch the flow of blood, and it had long since been soaked through. Hannibal imagined whoever had tied it hadn't been particularly invested in doing a good job though.

Behind him, Hannibal heard a loud clatter as B.A shoved the rest of the objects on the counter to the floor, and he had to hold back a sigh. That was not what he'd meant when he'd asked the counter to be cleaned off. The noise seemed to shake Face from his stupor and his eyes opened a crack, roaming around the room before landing on Hannibal.

"Hannibal, in Keller' office, I found…" He let out a groan as Hannibal finished untying the bandage and pulled it loose, jostling his wound in the process.

"Tell me later, Face." Hannibal ordered him, glancing up at the back door opened and Murdock re-entered, a syringe held up triumphantly in his hand. Silently, Hannibal gestured with his eyes between the syringe and Face, instructioning Murdock to use it on him. He was thankful that Face seemed too out of it to notice the exchange, he was just about as opposed to being drugged as B.A was to flying.

Despite the obvious pain that Face was in, he didn't seem to miss the slight prick as Murdock jabbed the needle into the back of his neck, and his eyes widened in betrayal. He was out like a light before he could do anything to express his disapproval though.

Hannibal caught him as he slumped over, careful to not touch his injury. "Murdock, get his legs."

With Murdock's help, Face was moved to the cleared of the counter, where he lay looking far too still. Reaching out a hand, Hannibal gently brushed Face's sweat soaked bangs out of his face, before setting about removing his shirt. "What do you know about what happened?" He questioned Murdock, as he used a pair of scissors to cut Face's shirt loose. Face might grumble about him having ruined the shirt later, not that it hadn't already been ruined by blood, but trying to actually pull his arm out of the sleeve would just end up hurting him more.

"They shot him, Hannibal." Murdock said, his leg nervously tapping against the side of the chair he'd taken a seat on. "Right in the shoulder, and it's bad. I think there might be nerve damage, he said he couldn't move his arm at all."

That was not an encouraging thing to hear; nerve damage would need surgery to repair, if it could be repaired, and that would mean a hospital. Unfortunately a hospital would lead to questions about how Face had been shot, which then might lead to the police being contacted, which could lead to the military being alerted to their presence and then they'd be in trouble. Not taking Face to a hospital, however, risked the chance that Face might end up losing use of his injured arm, so Hannibal would have to figure something out.

For the time being though, he'd just focus on what he could currently do for Face.

Pulling the shirt free from the wound, Hannibal took an offered wet cloth from B.A, and gently cleaned the blood off the area. He couldn't tell too much about the wound just from looking at it, though he felt it was a pretty safe bet to say Face had been shot with a handgun; any further information about it would have to wait until Face either woke up, or they got him to a doctor.

Once the wound had been cleaned up, Hannibal rolled Face onto his side slightly, so he could look for an exit wound. Unfortunately, he couldn't find one, which meant the bullet was still somewhere in Face's shoulder and would need to be removed. "B.A, can you get me some tweezers."

It wouldn't be the first time he'd had to remove a bullet from one of his men, but each time he prayed it would be the last. It was bad enough having one of his boys injured, without having to hurt them more in order to fix the situation.

It was an unfortunate fact that the nature of their work meant that they were often in danger, that wasn't something that could be avoided, but he wished it didn't have to be that way. Hannibal didn't know that he could ever give up on the Jazz and just live a normal life, but it would be nice to have the option; more importantly, it would be nice for his men to have that option.

B.A should have been able to regularly visit his mother, to freely work as a mechanic and help out at youth centers without the threat of the military and prison always hanging over his shoulder. Murdock should have been able to recover at the VA Hospital without any worries, to be able to see his friends without having to escape, to not have to worry about lying to the military about his teammates. Face should have been able to go on dates and charm people, to run his scams while only having to worry about the regular police, not the military ones.

Just because something should be the case, didn't make it actually so however.

The bullet seemed to have lodged in the clavicle, most likely narrowly missing an artery in the process, and took a little bit of effort to get loose. The fact that the bone had been damaged was worrying, that increased the chances of Face getting sepsis, which meant they really needed to get him started on antibiotics. That wasn't something they tended to just have on hand, especially not in a form that could be put in an IV, which was what Face ideally needed.

Face was in no shape to do his usual job of scamming them some though, not even once he regained consciousness. Given Face's condition, it would be just a bad idea in general; not to mention he looked like too much of a mess to be able to pull off the kind of scam that would be necessary, even if he hadn't been seriously injured. That meant one of them would have to go instead, and Hannibal knew he was the one who was most likely to be able to pull it off.

The problem was figuring out how to go about that, while also figuring out what to do with the job they were currently on. Ideally, Hannibal didn't want to give up on helping Olivia, but if the choice came down to between Face and her, then Face was who he would obviously choose. That didn't mean he'd just leave to the mercy of Keller and his goons, they'd get her somewhere safe and help her get a new life started at the very least, but they might not be able to save her store.

He still had a little bit of time before he needed to worry about that though, he still needed to finish patching up Face. Reaching into the first aid kit that B.A had brought over, Hannibal pulled out a couple pads of gauze and began packing them against the wound, before wrapping a bandage around it to keep the gauze in place. It wasn't perfect, he really needed a hospital, but it would do for the time being.

Looking up from his work, Hannibal was faced with the worried expressions of B.A and Murdock, who were anxiously hovering nearby.

"Face is going to be okay, right?" Murdock asked, sounding incredibly lost. It wasn't surprising, given how close he and Face were; anyone who didn't know them could easily mistake them as being blood related brothers. Not that the lack of shared blood made them any less of brothers. "It's not like it's a fatal wound or anything."

"He'll be fine." B.A. assured the pilot, the gruffness in his voice doing nothing to hide his obvious worry. "Fool will probably figure out some way to use this to hit on women."

Hannibal started to reach into his jacket to grab a cigar, there was planning to be done after all, but paused as he caught sight of Face's blood on his hands. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, having one of his men's blood on his hands, he hadn't liked it in Vietnam and he didn't like it now. Reaching out, he grabbed a rag to wipe his hands on, though he could do nothing about the blood that had seeped under his fingernails, before pulling out a cigar and biting the end off.

"We need to get some things figured out." He told B.A and Murdock, his expression serious. We don't want Face getting an infection, so we're going to need antibiotics. Now I'll take care of that part, but we also need to decide what to do with Oscar and Keller. We can't let things drag out."

"I say we go upstairs and knock some information out of that fool Oscar!" B. A. suggested, pounding his fists together for emphasis. "Surely he's got to know something that can take Keller down!"

"Colonel, if... if it helps any, Face said something about land developers and high rise apartments while we were driving here." Murdock piped up, his gaze focused on Face.

Hannibal hummed thoughtfully, that did give them somewhat of an idea as to what was going on. Leave it to Face to manage to get the information they needed, even while in trouble; for all that he could come across as frivolous and somewhat irresponsible, Face always came through when it really mattered.

It was that resourcefulness that had initially convinced Hannibal to give the young new Second Lieutenant he'd been assigned a chance, despite the fact that he hadn't been happy with Morrison for assigning him behind his back. Of course, it hadn't taken long after that for Face's charm and kindness to win everyone over completely.

"Did he say anything else?"

Murdock shook his head, "Nah, he was pretty out of it most of the drive."

Hannibal thought for a moment, briefly considering the idea of heading upstairs to the apartment to confront Oscar and let Olivia know what her brother had been up to, but he soon dismissed it. As beneficial as it could be to have the opportunity to question Oscar about what he knew, it could be more beneficial to use him to feed Keller false information. Besides, it would take up valuable time to deal with him, better to just use the situation as it was for the time being.

"Alright, here's what's going to happen. We're going to move Face to lay in the back of the van, Murdock, you'll stay with him. I'll head out and see about finding some antibiotics. B.A, you hold down the fort here. If Oscar comes downstairs, don't let him find out Face is here or that we know he's looking for Keller."

"What if Face wakes up before you get back?" Murdock questioned, already moving to try and pick up Face up in a princess carry. The pilot was more wiry then strong though, and it was clear that Face's dead weight was a little too much for him alone and he shot a pleading look at B.A, who rolled his eyes before picking up Face and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Even though Face was unconscious and therefore couldn't react to the situation, Hannibal could practically hear him complaining about the indignity of B.A's actions in his head. The thought of it brought a smile to his face, despite the serious situation he was in. Things in their lives weren't perfect by any means, but he had really gotten lucky when it came to the family he'd found.

"If Face wakes up make sure he doesn't move around too much, and if he's lucid enough see what he can tell you." Hannibal instructed Murdock. They hadn't given Face that big a dose of sedatives, so it was very possible he could come around while he was gone, if he did, hopefully they could get a little more information to help with their plans. "Any other questions?"

Murdock and B.A shook their heads, and so Hannibal gave a satisfied nod. "Alright, let's get to work."