All that remains – Fozzy
They were never meant to end up here, that was never part of the plan. Hannibal stared up at the ceiling, at the shadows dancing past the iron bars of the prison cell. He'd failed the team, failed them all. He was never meant to do that either. He was meant to protect them, to lead and guide them.
He wasn't meant to have them end up a firing squad. He wasn't meant to have Murdock locked up in the VA whilst they remained incarcerated here.
He was meant to come up with a plan.
Everytime Face looked at him, he could see the desperate yearning in his eyes, the unwavering trust that soon Hannibal would come up with a plan to get them out of here, to escape the threat of death and to leave the ghosts of Hanoi behind them.
No plan was materialising.
BA was just as trusting although the look had changed in the last few days, his yearning had been replaced by something else, something resembling acceptance of their fate.
And Hannibal wasn't sure which troubled him more. At least Face seemed to be clinging to hope, as fickle as it was.
He really wished he had a cigar, maybe then he'd have a plan,and they could have their freedom.
