"Approach with caution." Hannibal whispered, going up to the side of the van. B.A. took the driver's side and counted to three in his head before jumping out. He saw Face on the other side. There was no one in the driver's seat.

He leaned back. "Hannibal, man. The fool ain't in here."

Hannibal came to his side, looking in. He glanced at B.A. and opened the door, poking his head in. Face watched, slowly coming around the nose of the van. Once they were all next to each other, the side door slid open and James flung himself out, running for the trees.

"You two stay here, I'll go after him." Hannibal ordered and went off after the other man.

James was fast. Hannibal pushed as hard as he could, feeling branches smack him in the face and tripped more than once, but managed to stay on his feet. James took him through a maze of trees and bushes, and Hannibal wondered how long he could go.

James felt his bag slipping on his shoulders and tried to pull it back up when his foot caught under a root and he felt himself going airborne. Billy yelped and jumped out of the way as James hit the hard ground, his shoe caught in the root. His left foot was still shoeless.

Hannibal was gaining and James picked his body up, limping as quickly as he could. There was another root and he hit the ground once more. With a sharp pain in his ankles, James started crawling on his elbows, feeling his arms getting scraped and heard running footsteps behind him. Hannibal jogged into view and he stopped short when he saw James.

"Where are you going?"

James froze, rolling over and holding his hands up in surrender. "Don't hurt me."

Hannibal's eyebrows shot up. He crouched slowly, holding his hands out. "I'm not going to hurt you, son. I'm going to help you."

"Help?" James snorted. "You're wanted criminals. I could turn you in...for taking me hostage."

"Hostage?" Hannibal shook his head, looking down. James lowered his hands, nodding. "I'm not the guy you want...I can't be. This...this Captain Murdock that all these people think I am...It's just not possible." He tried to explain.

At that, Hannibal lifted his head, his eyes wary. "What people?"

James shrugged, breathing in long gasps. "You know...people. Like, those farmers in the diner and that Agent in the suit that took my other shoe and-"

"Agent? You met an Agent?" James could clearly detect the edginess in Hannibal's voice. "Not really, the two dudes I was talking to caused a distraction for I could escape. He caught me halfway out the bathroom window...but he got my shoe and I got out." James looked in Hannibal's eyes. "Why did you blow up a generator? What happened to Captain Murdock?"

Hannibal sighed. He didn't say anything. Can we really get him back? He wondered, suddenly doubtful. "Please, come with us. We're not going to hurt you. We can...explain. Everything."

James was quiet, considering. Hannibal noticed how his eyes kept darting to the left then back, as if he was watching something. But there was nothing there. A minute passed. Hannibal began to stand, pretending he was about to leave and James looked up at him, his eyes begging for help.

Hannibal nodded once, holding his hand out and James grasped it, he pulled him to his feet and clapped a hand on James' shoulder.

"Come on."

They started to go towards the direction of the van when James suddenly turned, patting his leg a few times and letting out a low whistle. "Billy, don't be left behind, boy."

Hannibal tried to keep the smile off his face, deciding there was hope after all.

When they came out, Face and B.A. were leaning on the hood of the van, Face pointing across the horizon and they turned quickly upon hearing the other footsteps. Face smiled and B.A. nodded once, moving around to get in the van.

Hannibal opened the door for James and he hesitated. "You don't mind my dog being in there, do you?" He asked up to B.A. in a nervous voice. Face's wide eyes bore down on Hannibal and he shot him a glance that said, 'Yes I know.' and B.A. turned to retort as he would have normally done when he noticed Hannibal's expression.

"No, he can come in." He agreed, turning back to the front.

Once they were all in, Face turned to James. "You took the records?"

James nodded, looking down. When he glanced up, Face and Hannibal were both watching him. "You said you'd answer my questions..." He muttered and Hannibal raised his eyebrows. "What do you want to know?"

"What did you do to be wanted by the government?" James asked first.

Hannibal tisked quietly, B.A. let out a low growling noise. "That's a long story, James,"

"What happened to Captain Murdock?"

Face chewed on his lip, staring at the floor. James noticed the reaction and tilted his head. "He died in that explosion? And..." His eyes suddenly got huge. "And you cloned him! Which is where I came from. I'm a clone!"

B.A.'s shoulders were shaking form suppressed laughter and Hannibal swatted his arm. He met James' eyes with a serious expression. "You're not a clone."

They were coming up to the cabin now and the sun was setting, casting a pink and orange glow over the land. Hannibal helped James out of the van and into the house. "We can talk more tomorrow, you need to get some rest." He said to James, leading him to the stairs.

"Are you going to run off again?" Face demanded, following James up the stairs. James shook his head. "What would it be worth anyways? I'd run into Agents trying to take me away and if I escaped them, you'd come after me then." He shrugged. Face laughed, going into his room.

Where am I? James wondered, his mind foggy. He looked around, it was bright. The light started to fade and he was suddenly standing in a well spaced room full of military men. James looks down, seeing himself in a uniform, standing straight with his hands folded behind his back.

"You're honor, why hasn't Black Forest been brought to trial?" That voice, James turns his head to the right, seeing the older man, Hannibal.

Someone else speaks from the other side of the room and James sees the judge watching them irritably. "Black Forest and its men are not subject to military jurist diction."

Beside Hannibal, the other one, Face, turns to him, whispering angrily. Hannibal argues back for a second. B.A. next to James is watching and James steps out of the line a little to listen to Hannibal and Face.

Hannibal faces back to the judge, declaring that he and he alone should be tried for the incident. Face immediately speaks up. "Absolutely not, sir. We were all participating in this operation willingly."

"I don't wanna be tried separately." B.A.'s voice is low.

"I refuse to be tried separately, sir." As the words leave James' mouth, his eyebrow knits together. Why'd I say that? What made me say that? James heard the gavel being pound and felt someone grabbing his arms.

"James, wake up. James...JAMES!"

James started, his eyes snapping open and trying to sit up. Someone held his shoulders and gently pushed him back onto the pillow. "Hey, you're fine." The smooth voice assured and James squinted in the darkness.

"Ah...um...Face?" He guessed and the man nodded. "Yeah it's me. I could hear you shouting about something...just wanted to make sure you were alright." Face explained, a silhouette perched on the edge of the bed. James felt his breathing slowly returning to normal, he looked down at the blanket and felt Face's eyes bearing down on him. "You are alright, aren't you?"

James nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah. Just...just a dream."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

There was a short silence. "Was it bad?" Face pressed. James shrugged, looking back up at Face. His eyes had began to adjust. "That's just it. It...it wasn't bad. But for some reason, it felt like it should have been bad."

Face stuck his tongue in his cheek, narrowing his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Like, all it was...was a trial. I remember what the judge was saying, and the four being trialed." He took in a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure I was one of them. I said something, something I didn't know why I said..."

Face's expression had turned wary. "What did you say?"

"I think it was, 'I refuse to be tried separately, sir.' And suddenly these people were dragging me away from you-...I mean, the other three." He folded his hands in his lap as Face thought this over.

"We were in it, weren't we?" He asked, James nodded hesitantly. "And...did I happen to speak?"

"You said, 'Absolutely not sir. we were all participating in this operation willingly.' They never explained the operation." James sighed. But Face hardly caught that, he jumped off the bed, hurrying to the door and running into the dresser in his haste. "Excuse me, I need to speak to someone." He closed the door behind him and James stared after, dumbfounded.