A/N: Is thwak a real word? It was the only one I could think of that described the noise. Oh well :) So...is anyone else confused? I'll answer your questions, unless I know it'll give away something. Enjoy!

Thwak, thwak, thwak.

Face groaned, reaching up to rub his eyes. What time is it? He tried to recall what had woken him when he heard the loud sound again. He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly in the dim sunlight coming in the window. He found his phone on the side table and pushed a random button. It was seven in the morning.

"Retched raccoons." He grumbled, swinging his legs around and rubbing his face as he stood, going to find the raccoon making the noise.

He opened his bedroom door and fell out into the hall, trudging sleepily down the stairs and almost walking into a wall. The noise was louder and more anxious sounding. It was coming from the entry way, Face peered around the corner, confused and cocked his head, his mouth opening in question.

James had both hands on the door handle, pulling back sharply and muttering, trying desperately to get the door open. Face, irritated at being woken by that, stepped around the corner and headed for James. "What are you doing?" He demanded and James let out a shout, whirling around with fright.

"Noting. Go back to sleep." He turned back to the door, giving the handle another rough pull. Frustrated, he turned back to Face. "It won't open!"

Reaching out, Face pushed down on the handle lever and gently pushed the door outwards. It swung open easily and James gawked, his face reddening. "Yeah, I knew that. I was just testing ya."

"Uh huh." Face began backing away, his eyes narrowed as James tried to discreetly retrieve his backpack off the floor and edge out the door. "Going somewhere?" He asked.

James shrugged. "Ya know, just...will you be making any more hamburgers? I'm really hungry...bye!" With the bag on his shoulders, James took off. He sprinted across the yard, hearing Face call after him.

"HANNIBAL! B.A.! GET DOWN HERE!" Face's voice was heard throughout the whole cabin and within seconds, the other two were hurtling down the stairs, clearly detecting the worry in Face's voice. "What's wrong, what happened?" Hannibal was already asking as he met Face at the front door.

"Murdock's gone, he had a backpack and just took off." Face explained in a rushed tone, trying to see the thin figure over the hills.

"Did he say where he was going?" Hannibal barely noticed as B.A. slipped back into the kitchen and put a hand on Face's shoulder to draw his attention back. Face shook his head.

"Um, boss?" The uncertainty in B.A.'s voice made Hannibal turned to him warily. "I can't find our records. They're not where you left 'em."

"You don't think..." Face muttered, his eyes growing wider. Hannibal matched his expression and nodded to B.A. "Get the keys."

James looked back over his shoulder, no longer seeing the small cabin behind him, only mountains and trees. How long have I been running? His legs were getting a funny feeling and he thought it best to rest for a while.

He plopped down on the grass, the light breeze playing in his shaggy hair, and reached for his backpack. This must be that Murdock guy's bag. He thought, looking it over. Inside was the items he had quickly dumped in before making his escape.

A flashlight from Hannibal's bag. A map form B.A.'s. A shirt and pants that had already been in the bag. And a thick manila envelope. He opened it on his lap, sitting cross-legged and flipped to Captain Murdock's page. He read the stats and looked to the picture, examining it.

Crazy lookin' fella. Who smiles in a mug shot? On that TV in the hospital, none of the criminals smiled during mug-

"Oh my God!" He suddenly shouted, realization hitting him. "They're criminals!" He turned sharply towards the direction of the house, realizing he had been in the midst of wanted criminals. They probably kidnapped me...adultnapped me.

Looking back at Murdock's page, his page, James drew in three deep breaths trying to calm himself. "It's okay," He said to himself. "They won't find me here. I could be anywhere for all they know."

I gotta get to that town, there's probably pictures of me up all around. Who stole this guy and all. He thought as he packed the envelope back up, then froze. Oh great. I haven't looked in a mirror since...well I don't know. What do I even look like?

The question made him all more eager to get to town. He started walking again, peeking over his shoulder occasionally for the black van with the red stripe.

Within an hour, he came to a road with a long tree lining the side for what looked like the whole road. A perfect place to hide. Ducking into the trees, James continued down the road, slowly becoming thirsty. Eventually his throat got bone dry and he cursed himself for being too stupid to grab a water bottle or something.

He coughed, it hurt and the sound of a car engine was approaching. James looked back, leaning forward a little and gasped. As the black van got closer, James quickly dove into the bush lining, crawling to the edge and watching from under the bushes.

In the passenger's window, he could see Hannibal scanning the trees with an expert eye and tried to get lower under the bush. Once the van had passed, James crawled army-style out of the bush with twigs and leaves tangled in his hair and small cuts on his face from the branches. With a noise similar to a laugh, James turned his back on the van and went in the opposite direction. He had a plan.

"How long have we been looking?" Face asked tiredly from the back seat. B.A. glanced at the digital clock on the radio. "Almost three hours," To Hannibal, he said, "I don't think the fool's 'round here. He's probably in those trees."

"Good idea, B.A.. Turn around, we're going to go get our hiking boots on." Hannibal ordered and not long after, they were running back into the cabin.

Hannibal and Face met back in the entry way. Face opened his mouth to speak when they heard the engine of the van rumble to life. "B.A.'s getting impatient." Face snickered.

"I'm impatient?"

Hannibal and Face's expressions were ones of equal shock. And then disbelief. B.A. was coming up beside them and they heard the squeal of tires on the rocky driveway.

"THAT FOOL!" B.A. yelled.

"Quick, go!" Hannibal threw the door open and they charged out after the van.