Author's note: This chapter's a bit shorter than the rest, hopefully everybody will enjoy it regardless.

This man was built slightly larger and taller than Rizelli, even his face was built larger than Rizelli's. He may have been the same age as the unconscious man but if that were true, time was being kinder to this guy. His eyes were light blue and cold, he had short sandy brown hair, was dressed in a dark blue suit, and his gun that was pointed at them looked twice the caliber of Rizelli's.

"So you're Crenna," Hannibal said lightly.

"That's right," the man said with an exaggerated look on his face, like a sarcastic portrayal of him being amazed at Hannibal's acknowledgement, before it returned to a sour bulldog demeanor and he asked, "And who the hell are you?"

"We're the new Avon ladies," Face said calmly.

Crenna took two steps over towards Face and pistol whipped him. Face managed to remain standing but he swayed from side to side a bit and groaned.

"Try again," Crenna said, and he took a step away from Face, and stepped over towards Murdock.

"Would you believe encyclopedia salesmen?" Murdock asked.

"No," Crenna said sharply.

Murdock shook his head, "Me either, I hate encyclopedia salesmen."

"Shut up."

Crenna beat Murdock upside his head with the gun, Murdock started to go down on his knees but managed to pull himself back up and groaned as well. The man was oblivious to B.A.'s low animalistic growling. The Sergeant started to move towards the man, but Melissa moved for him to stop, lest that only make things worse for them than they already were.

Crenna worked his way over to Hannibal and said to him, "Your turn, make it good."

Hannibal took his time to answer and absentmindedly pulled a cigar out of his pocket and asked Crenna as he held his other hand out, "Got a match?"

"No," he said in the same tone he had with Murdock.

"Ehh…" Hannibal tossed his cigar to the side then and asked Crenna, "Did you ever see that movie 'Stunt Squad'?"

"No," Crenna said and shook his head sharply.

"Too bad, good movie," Hannibal said with a slight nod, "And you, pal, might just consider us an Americanized version of them. You do what we say, and you'll live, but we're not going to guarantee you won't get hurt. Now just suppose you tell us what's going on here? And I would advise you, Mr. Crenna, that we've had a long, uncomfortable, unpleasant journey to get out here, and we've already been through a lot today alone, so I suggest you make it good."

Crenna didn't respond at first. Then out of nowhere, he kneed Hannibal so he doubled over, and when he did Crenna beat him in the back of the head with his gun.

"Hey sucker!" B.A. got past the others, came up behind Crenna and put him in a headlock that also became a struggle for the gun. Crenna tried to keep his grip on it, but B.A. was ready to rip his whole arm off if necessary to get the gun away from him, but Melissa came up to assist instead. She went down on one knee and using Rizelli's gun, used it to bash Crenna's foot with. Crenna screamed and just about dropped his gun during the struggle, but not quite, so Melissa hit his other foot with the gun as well, and that did the trick. Down the gun went, and she grabbed it up and held it on him instead of Rizelli's smaller gun, which she tossed towards the back of the apartment.

"You guys alright?" she asked the others.

"I think so," Murdock said as he yanked his baseball cap off and rubbed his head, he would swear he could feel more lumps up there than usual, "You alright, Faceman?"

"Nothing my dentist can't fix," Face said as he pressed his fingers around his jaw.

Hannibal on the other hand was on his knees, doubled over with his head on the floor as well, groaning like he had a gut full of razor blades, both arms wrapped over his head. Face and Murdock moved towards him and knelt down at his side to see what happened.

"Hannibal, you alright?" Murdock asked.

Hannibal groaned and grunted, before turning his head to the side, throwing up again and dropping flat on the floor, unconscious.

"If this don't stop soon," Murdock said, "He's gonna finally lose that 10 pounds."

"Never mind that!" Face told him. Before they moved him, he decided to check and see if there were any visible signs of trauma to Hannibal's head.

"Is he alright?" Melissa asked, not daring to take her eyes off their current captive for more than a couple seconds at a time, in spite of the choke hold B.A. currently had him in.

"No blood," Face observed, he had to dig through Hannibal's hair to actually locate the older man's scalp. There was a pink welt in the skin where the gun had hit him, "Nothing I can see anyway, all the same we'd better get him to a doctor as soon as possible."

"Unfortunately that's one type of people we don't have in this building," Melissa said.

"Not that it would matter anyway," Murdock replied, "They'd all be evacuated as well."

"Come on, Murdock, help me get him up," Face said.

"Shouldn't be as hard as lugging the Angry Mudsucker around on and off planes," Murdock commented.

"Say what?" B.A. asked, never loosening his grip on Crenna's neck, and growled, "I knew it, I knew it, I knew you guys're always knocking me out and putting me on a plane!"

"Well you're right, there, are you happy now?" Face asked.

Hannibal groaned as they pulled him to his feet.

"How ya doing, Colonel?" Murdock asked.

Hannibal grumbled something but it never got past his closed lips. Face put his weight against Hannibal's side to keep the man upright, and asked him, "How many fingers am I holding up, Hannibal?"

Hannibal fixed his eyes open and looked at the three fingers Face had extended, but instead of answering, or even trying to, he just got a goofy grin on his face and let out a sickening laugh of hysteria.

"Oh boy," Murdock sounded worried, "He's just plain sick."

"Yeah," Face grumbled, "I think you might be onto something there, Murdock."

"So now what do we do?" Melissa asked.

"We gotta get him out of here," Face said, "What's the fastest way we can get down to the ground floor without bumping into anybody else?"

Melissa pointed to the window, "20 floors straight down."

"How about Door Number 2?" Murdock asked.

"Somebody's gotta run interference," B.A. said, "And whoever don't do it gotta get Hannibal outta here."

"Right," Murdock said, and said to Face, "The Big Guy and I can take on the rest of these goons."

"What about this daffodil?" Melissa nodded her head towards Crenna.

"Very simple," Face said nonchalantly, "We just knock him out and tie him up and he can join his friend on the floor."

"I get the impression you've done this before," she said knowingly.

"Well," Face shrugged, "Once or twice maybe."

Murdock merely snorted in response.

B.A. kept a tight hold on Crenna, but not enough that the man had given way to unconsciousness, yet. Though his face and neck had turned a few nice shades of pink, then red, then purple, but he was still conscious and upright. Crenna started to struggle in B.A.'s hold and started yelling something none of them understood.

"Ehh shaddup," Face told him.

But Crenna wouldn't listen, and he continued to yell in some kind of gibberish they couldn't make out.

"Can't you shut him up?" Melissa asked.

"Eh..." Face started to reach in his jacket for a handkerchief to stick in Crenna's mouth, but he thought better of it and turned to Melissa and asked her, "You wouldn't happen to have any used gym socks laying around we could use, would you?"

"What's he saying, anyway?" B.A. asked.

"I don't know," Melissa said, "But it almost sounds like..."

In the very next second, Face felt somebody hit him in the back of the head and he went down like a ton of bricks. A couple seconds after that, there was some kind of explosion in the penthouse.

An undetermined amount of time later, it might have been seconds, it might have been minutes, it felt like hours, one by one the A-Team all started to come around and started to pick themselves up off the floor.

"What was that?" Face asked weakly as he started to move.

"I don't know," Murdock replied, "Maybe a flash grenade."

"That's a dirty trick," Face winced, "But what hit me in the head?"

"I didn't get a good look," Murdock said.

"B.A., you okay?" Face asked as he pushed up on his hands to stand up.

B.A. grunted and replied, "Yeah man I'm okay, how 'bout you, Murdock?"

Murdock was making a bunch of low sounds as he got up but he answered, "Nothing a little electroshock can't fix…how 'bout you, Hannibal?"

Hannibal got to his feet and pressed his wrist against the back of his head and said with a pained sneer, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Hannibal, you okay?" Face asked.

Hannibal opened his eyes confusedly and said, "I think I just answered that."

"No," Face went over to him, "You were knocked in the head, we've got to get you to a doctor."

"I don't need a doctor," Hannibal told him.

"Hannibal, you might have a concussion."

"I know that," he told his Lieutenant adamantly, "I've worked with a concussion before, I can again."

"Maybe you can, but we can't," Face replied, "It's bad enough you hardly make any sense in your plans as it is."

Hannibal grunted and said in response, "My plans always make sense."

"To you," Face said.

Hannibal nodded, "Exactly."

Murdock screaming like a madman got everybody's attention, and made Face want to jump to the ceiling initially.

"What is it, Murdock?" Hannibal turned towards the pilot.

And he found out, as did the others, looking around they realized there were only four of them in the room, Crenna, and Melissa were both gone.