The adrenaline from the fight with Trigorin's assassin was slowly making its way out of Face's system as he took a seat behind Stockwell's desk and made the call to Hannibal.

The colonel was relaxing behind Stockwell's desk on the man's private jet smoking a cigar when the call came from the house in Langley. As the TV screen came on and Face appeared on it, Hannibal quickly sat up and removed the cigar before speaking. "What the hell happened to your face, kid!"

The punches Trigorin's man threw at him hadn't quite registered and he was momentarily aware of the soreness to his face and jaw. "We had a little trouble at the house tonight," he said as Hannibal got to his feet. "Everything's okay, Hannibal!"

"Ellen?" Murdock said as he suddenly joined the colonel.

"And, Maggie?" Hannibal asked as the doctor came around the desk.

"Everyone's safe, John," she said flashing him a quick smile before putting antiseptic on a gauze pad and dabbing at a cut above Face's eye.

"Do you have to do that now, Doc," he said impatiently throwing a hand up to stop Maggie's effort to clean the gash. "I really need to tell Hannibal what's going on!"

"Alright," Maggie replied as if pacifying a child. "Just hold that on there to stop the bleeding at least."

"Fine," Face said turning back to the screen. "It was one of Trigorin's men, Hannibal."

"What did he want?" The colonel asked retaking his seat as Face sighed.

"He wanted me to bring you back and stop this mission," Face said thoughtfully. "But, what would a Russian spy have to do with chemical weapons from Sarajevo?"

"I might have an idea about that," Carla said entering the office and handing Face a file. "We received some intelligence a while back that the Russian's may be providing the chemicals for the weapons."

"Well, that makes sense," Hannibal said disgustedly.

"Yeah," Face replied looking over the report. "Sarajevo paid Russia millions for the combination to make the gasses."

"So Russia stands to gain quite a bit if things go one way or another," Hannibal replied angrily as Face agreed. "What have you found out about the plant where the chemicals are being processed?"

Face had seen this side of Colonel Smith many times before. All business, a man on a mission. "It's located at the edge of town, a few nondescript warehouses nearby, not much you can use except a field located directly behind the plant," Face said as Hannibal made mental notes.

"Vegetation?" Hannibal asked knowingly.

"Unknown at the moment, Colonel," Face replied evenly. "I'm hoping it's at least shrubs and trees."

"That would help," Hannibal said with a sigh. "It looks like we have our work cut out for us."

"And, I don't think I have to tell you to watch your backs," Face said with a nervous smirk.

"No," Hannibal said with a grin. "But, I'll take it under advisement."

"Alright," Face said glancing at his watch. "We'll end communication here for safety reasons and you will contact me once we have the evidence of chemical weapons."

"That's the plan," Hannibal said calmly as he ended the call.

Face gave a slight smile as he looked toward Maggie and Carla. "They'll be alright," he said as much to ease his own mind as there's.

"Of course they will," Maggie replied sternly. "Now, let me look at taking care of that cut," she said her face now only showing her concern for him.

"Sure, Doc," Face said with a knowing smile. "Knock yourself out."

Hannibal didn't like the situation he was facing but he knew he'd faced worse situations than this before. It was just a matter of keeping things in perspective and focusing on the mission at hand. With that in mind, he stepped out of the little office and watched BA snoozing in one of the large recliners while Murdock sprawled out on a sofa. Taking another sofa for himself, he took a deep breath before closing his eyes and letting the sound of the jet send him to sleep.

The next thing he knew the jet had landed and Murdock was shaking him awake. "Time to go?" Hannibal asked as the pilot nodded. "Alright, everyone look sharp! This is going to be risky."

"I got the explosives, Hannibal," BA said as Murdock held up the camera that hung around his neck.

"And, I'll take the pretty pictures," he said with a mischievous grin as he took one of BA scowling.

"Put that thing away, fool," BA growled pushing the camera out of his face.

"Okay, guys," Hannibal said checking his watch. "We only got about six hours of darkness left. We got to do this and get out of here before daylight!"

"We're ready, Colonel," Murdock replied heading for the door of the jet.

Hours after the rest of the house had gone to bed, Face paced the length of Stockwell's office alone. A feeling of dread coming over him that no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't shake. So it was with much relief when the computer finally alerted him to an incoming call.

"Hannibal," he said breaking into a smile when the Colonel's face filled the TV screen. "You did it!"

"Yeah, kid," Hannibal replied quietly. "We took care of the facility but we ran into a bit of trouble."

"What happened?" Face asked nervously as Hannibal stepped away from the TV screen. He looked at the sofa where Murdock was lying obviously unconscious while BA held a bloody pressure bandage to his side.

"Murdock, no!"

"Its a bad wound Face," Hannibal said meeting his eyes. "He ain't going to make it back to the states unless we get some kind of help."

"Oh god," Face said running a hand across his forehead. "Okay, there's a US Navy Hospital in Italy. I'll tell Carla to make the arrangements."