Face enters the tent first, holding the flap open for B.A. and his flailing burden. They caught Murdock outside the Mess, halfway across the camp, shrieking and babbling about missed executions and group hallucinations.
"We just about had to hog tie the fool," B.A. announces, dropping the pilot like a sack into a chair. The fool was, in fact, gagged with his hands cuffed behind him and his Converse-clad feet duct taped together.
The mysterious stranger, a woman covered in scars and dressed as a medic, spins around on the stool she's perched upon as Murdock yanks the gag from his mouth, one wrist trailing his former bindings.
"Jammy!" the woman says brightly, looking intently at the pilot.
"No! No... No, no, no," he says pointing, "No, you were executed. You're not here," Murdock looks pleadingly at his Colonel, "She's not here..."
"Gentlemen, this is...," Hannibal begins, gesturing to the 'medic.'
"Dolly," Murdock supplies, sullen, "my sister."
"What! Sister!" Face cries, a smile forming on his face.
"You kiddin' me?" B.A. spouts.
"It's nice to meet you, we never knew H...m..," Faceman's smile dies when Dolly turns to greet him. "You two have the same eyes..," he finishes awkwardly, the sparkling madness he'd grown to expect in the pilot's eyes reflected and horribly magnified in Dolly's glassy orbs.
She cocks her head, blinking slowly, one eye beginning to close before the other; Face's jaw hangs open at the sight of a perfectly bisected eyelid sliding over the woman's left eye.
"Candy for Dolly," Murdock says softly, holding one of his tranquilizers gingerly between two fingers.
"Did you say executed?" B.A. asks.
Murdock shakes and nods his head, gesturing for Baracus to keep quiet; in the same motion, he places a hand on Face's shoulder, moving him away from his sister. Hannibal stands back, arms crossed, chewing at his ever-present stogie and paying close attention to the interaction between the two Murdock's.
"Hey Dolly," HM says.
"Hey Jammy," she replies, an oddly innocent voice coming from such a scarred face.
"It's been a long time," the pilot continues, crouching in front of the 'medic.'
"Simon said to find you," Dolly responds seriously, "Candy for Dolly?"
Murdock stiffens at the mention of the name but shakes it off with a smile, "Yeah, candy for Dolly," he raises his hand, offering the tranq.
She grins sweetly at her brother, "Just one, Jammy?"
"'Course not, baby doll, there's more," HM lifts his other hand, showing a pile of pills that must be at least half his stash. "Open up. No biting."
Dolly leans toward her big brother, her lips peeling back, a soft growl slipping through her teeth.
Murdock pulls his hand away, "Chatty Cathy, no candy," he warns.
She snorts and opens her mouth wide.
"Jesus," Face whispers, six of Dolly's front teeth are filed to sharp points. B.A. elbows the lieutenant.
Murdock carefully places the pills in her mouth, allowing her to chew and swallow between each one, the rest of the Alpha team watching.
"Last one, Sophie Doll," the lunatic says gently, holding up a sixth tranquilizer.
He deposits the pill on her tongue and before he can pull his fingers away she closes her mouth, firmly holding his fingers between her unfiled teeth.
"Don't you wake her," the Murdock sibling mumbles menacingly around the digits in her mouth.
"Okay, Dolly, you're right, I'm sorry," the pilot whispers.
"I'll tell Simon," she replies, biting down harder.
"No, no, no, no, Billy runs from Simon," Murdock answers quickly, gritting his teeth against the pain.
Dolly's eyes widen and go soft, "Billy!" she says releasing HM's fingers and toppling forward unconscious.
"Cripes, fool, you overdose her?" Baracus can't contain himself as the pilot easily catches his sister and lowers her to the ground, cradling her head and shoulders in his lap.
"What was that about executed, Captain?" Hannibal finally speaks.
HM takes a deep breath, brushing back the hair on Dolly's forehead, "Help me secure her first," he says in a sadly stable voice.