The crumpled heap in the corner didn't move as the door splintered open and Face charged in, automatic rifle drawn. He slung the weapon over his shoulder as he hurried across the large, bare room and dropped on his knees to Amy's side.

"Amy!"

No response. His heart sank.

He placed a finger on her neck, relieved to find a steady pulse. Face gave her a brief glance. Her once-white shirt and shorts were now dirty and torn in places. She had a large bruise on her cheek that was one of many and after he quickly cut the rope bonds around her wrists, he ran a hand over her head, finding the knot that was most likely responsible for knocking her unconscious. She had obviously been beaten; that knowledge and finding her in this condition made him see red.

Face grabbed the radio from his pocket. "Hannibal, I've got her."

"Status report, Lieutenant." Hannibal's voice cracked back over the radio, gunfire in the background that Face could also here outside.

"I'll have to carry her, she's out cold. North west corner of the building, second story. Send Murdock for cover."

"Negative. Murdock's bringing a bird in. Get to the roof." Hannibal's terse command was hard to hear over the gunfire and the ever-closer sound of the helicopter. "BA will cover you. Out the window and up the fire escape, Face. Move!"

"Amy," Face knelt down and scooped her up in his arms. "We're blowing out of here. Hang on, it's going to get bumpy." With Amy out cold in his arms and the rifle over his shoulder, Face slid the window open with one hand and met B.A. on the fire escape laying down cover fire on the guys on the ground below.

"Switch, Faceman!" B.A. reached for Amy and slung her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry as Face climbed out the window, firing as he went. B.A. headed up while Face followed, facing backwards as he fired rounds.

Amy stirred in B.A.'s arms, the noise and movement rousing her panic. "Put me down!" she moaned.

"Shhh, Amy," B.A. hustled up to the roof, yelling at her over the chopper noise. "It's B.A. We got you out."

"Hurry up, Murdock!" Face yelled up at the chopper, even though he knew Murdock couldn't hear him. "We don't have all day!" He could see Hannibal down below on the ground tossing grenades at cars and smoke bombs into the building. "The party's getting closer!"

Murdock touched down and they rushed forward, B.A. practically tossing Amy into the back on one side as Face slid into the other. "Go, Fool!" B.A. yelled.

Murdock raised the bird high into the air as Face balanced one foot on the skid, leaning out and firing as they left. Murdock gave a Tarzan-like yell as he pulled the pin on a grenade and dropped it out the side for good measure. Once clear, Murdock glanced back at Amy, a dark scowl on his face. "Looks like she got worked over pretty good."

Face agreed. "Hannibal and B.A. will handle them. Just get us home. They'll meet us there later." He watched as Amy groaned again and her eyes slowly fluttered open.

She looked confused for a moment as she stared at Face. "Face?"

"Yeah Amy. We got you out." Face gently touched her head and noticed as she obviously flinched away from him and closed her eyes again. "Oh no you don't. You took a pretty good lump to the head. You're going to have to stay awake for a bit."

"Don't think I can," she mumbled. "Haven't slept."

"Try." Face leaned into the cockpit. "How long, Murdock?"

"Bout half an hour. I'll radio Em." Murdock chomped his ever-present gum while casting glances at Amy. "I don't like how she looks, Face. A hospital in the city would be a lot faster. 5 minutes."

"Me neither. It's not life or death. Just get us home and Maggie will work her magic." Face sat back in the rear seat with Amy again and listened as Murdock grabbed the radio.

"Emmy Blue, Emmy Blue...El Capitán coming at you low and hot. We have the chiquita with us and she's in need of the good doctor's magic touch."

Face gently reached out and touched Amy's arm. "Amy..."

She stared out the side window past him, still dazed. He waited for her to respond, trying again. "Amy..."

Amy touched her split bottom lip and studied the blood on her finger, then looked at him. "It really happened? It wasn't a dream?"

Face slipped an arm around her. "I wish it was, Amy. I wish it was."