A/N: Gah, this could have been longer but it's not! XP I sorry! But it's a chapter, nonetheless and we're finding things out finally. After like, so many chapters of these two stumbling around breaking into houses. I'm glad to finally come to the sense that Face and Murdock need to be figuring things out lol. Okay, so we're moving along here finally. As always, review please! Thanks yous:)

Song is 'We Close Our Eyes' by Go West. I do not own it.

We close our eyes we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes to time slipping away

For the sixth time, Face checked the clock on the phone. Twelve-twenty. He sighed quietly, shuffling his feet and burying his hands into his pants pockets. There was a light breeze in the city, and it wasn't too hot. Face leaned against the store they had stopped outside of, waiting. The door to the store opened, causing the little bell to ding, and Murdock approached Face with a paper bag in his hands.

"Got some snacks," He informed Face who nodded and took another sweeping glance across the street. "Let's go sit outside the Coffee shop." Face offered, indicating the small shop with three tall, small tables stood. As soon as they seated themselves, Murdock pulled an orange out of the bag and rolled it across the round table to Face.

"Know ya like oranges."

"Thanks."

While Face peeled the orange, Murdock pulled out a bag of salt and vinegar chips, pulling it open and digging in. Face was just taking a third bit of his orange when something sleek and black caught his attention. The black Sedan was parked across the road, down a little. Even through the dark windows, he could still detect the outline of two people in the front seats. They were clearly watching the two A-Team members.

"Behind you," Face nodded once. Murdock cocked his head and swallowed his mouthful of chips. He leaned in, asking quietly, "What're they doin'?"

Face let his eyes slide back over, making sure his face was directed to his friend across from him, and squinted a little. "Just sitting there. Watching."

"Should we intercept?" Murdock asked with a sudden excited gleam in his eyes. Face chuckled and shook his head. "Don't think that'd be a very good idea."

Face continued to watch, Murdock resisting the urge to turn around, and the car still sitting in place.

But eventually it started to move and Face leaned back, now turning his head to watch it go by. However as it did, in a similar action to the previous night, something brown flew out of the back window. Murdock, who had been staring at the back, managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of the back passenger.

Face, though, went to retrieve the package before anyone else grabbed it. He brought it back, tearing it open without a thought and dumping its contents onto the table. There was a photograph and a map. Murdock took the photo as Face bent over the map.

As his eyes traced the highlighted lines, Murdock's timid voice broke through the momentary silence. "Um...Face...you might wanna look at this."

Face looked up and saw Murdock holding out the photo, looking mildly horrified. Face took it, turning it right-side up and it took a moment for it to register. When it did, he gasped and nearly dropped the photo.

It was a picture of dog tags. If anyone had just given the picture a quick look at, they wouldn't have thought anything of it. But upon further inspection, Face could clearly make out the names on the dog tags and knew for a fact that before they jumped from that plane, Hannibal and B.A. were both wearing their dogs tags. They all had been.

Murdock was gaping at him and Face let out a few calming breaths before throwing the photo down. "They got them."

"Well now, Face, you got a plan?" Murdock in a tribute to their Boss. Face stuck his tongue in his cheek, staring at the ground as he thought, hands against his hips. Then he looked up at the Captain and nodded. "First, we follow this map."

"Austin?" Murdock mashed his eyebrows together as he leaned over the table to take a look at the map. "We have to go to Austin?"

He looked up to Face, who nodded. "You know we're like, walking into a trap, right?" Murdock clarified.

"I'd risk that," Face told him sharply. "This is Hannibal and B.A. we're talking about. Don't you want to get them back?"

Murdock huffed, his shoulders slumping as he leaned back. "Yeah, pull that one on me. Jerk. Fine, let's go to Austin."

Face ignored him, tracing a line on the map. "It's a bus route."

"Figured that out." Murdock muttered, nodding. "What else smarty pants?"

The conman glared at him. "Keep talking. I dare you."

Murdock snickered then folded his arms on the table. "Should we get going now?" He asked. Face thought then shook his head. "I know this is a unimportant to you, but I really want new underwear. Let's get some clothes, then go to Austin." He declared and Murdock laughed louder. "Ah, poor Facey."

Face smacked him across the face with the map and started walking by, grabbing Murdock by the elbow and pulling him off the chair. "You didn't even finish your orange." He complained as he managed to grab the paper bag and photo off the table while Face towed him along.