A/N: Woo! Next chapter up and we're finally getting somewhere! Yes! Okay, song is 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor. Enjoys:)

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

"You do know that Austin is like, way down the state, right?"

Face barely glanced at Murdock, giving him a B.A.-like 'Shut-Up-Murdock' look. The pilot however was unfazed, since this was not B.A., and persisted. "It'll take, like, a while to get down there. Are we gonna sleep on the bus or what?"

"Why are you saying 'like' in the middle of everything you're saying?" Face demanded in a sudden change of conversation. "You're not a teenage girl."

Murdock stuck his tongue out and folded his arms over his chest as they waited for the bus. "Because I can. So, like, deal with it."

Face chose to ignore him as they heard the engine of the bus rumbling to a stop. Once they were seated, towards the back, Face leaned back and Murdock slowly pulled a banana out of the messenger bag he had got at the store to carry their few items around in.

"Wish I would've seen the driver..or the passengers..." Face muttered as he closed his eyes.

Chewing, Murdock snorted, saying almost boredly. "Lynch woulda loved that."

"Mmm, hmm," Face nodded and there was a pause before he suddenly jerked his head to the side, eyes on Murdock, confused. "Wait, what?"

The Captain shrugged, pulling the banana peel down further. "When Lynch threw the envelope out the back window, he was trying to be inconspicuous. Unseen. But he apparently failed, man I shoulda waved!"

But Face gripped Murdock's shoulder suddenly and demanded, "That was Lynch in the backseat?"

Murdock nodded, his face looking like it was old news.

"Why didn't you say anything then?" Face groaned, facing forwards again, frustrated. Murdock gave him a look. "Ya didn't ask."

As Face slowly inclined his head to glare back at Murdock, mentally writing down the number five on a mental wall. Five times he had wanted to pull a Bosco Baracus and strangle James Murdock right then and there. If they weren't as close of friends, Face was certain Murdock would already be out.

It was getting dark outside, and Face was snoring softly beside him as Murdock glanced around the dark bus. Some passengers were sleeping, some were reading, some listening to music players. There was no sound except the soft purr the engine underneath the seats. Murdock looked down at Face, who had resorted to using Murdock's shoulder as a pillow, and shifted to lean his head against the window.

Murdock was hardly shocked that Lynch was in on this. He would resort to anything just to get the team behind bars, eventually in front of a firing line. That would be the man's dying wish, ridiculous as it was. Murdock snorted; he was more than happy to ruin Lynch's hopes and dreams. Not only because Lynch wanted to get them in prison, but also because he had shot the Captain in the head. There was a pothole and Face stirred, lifting his head and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He regarded Murdock before half-smiling sleepily.

"Hey." The conman stretched his arms, looking around then slumped in his seat.

Murdock nodded. "Good sleep?"

"I guess," Face rubbed the back of his neck. "You gotten any yet?" He asked the pilot, who shook his head wearily. "Been thinkin' too much to sleep. Ya know, about all this." Murdock told Face.

Face pursed his lips. "So...Lynch?"

"Yes! Makes sense, doesn't it? I mean, Lynch hates us...him and Hannibal sorta had this riff-raff," Murdock yawned as he spoke and waved his hand lazily. "He lost the plates that were supposed to be his, Pike's, and Morrison's...regarding that deal. But Hannibal was obviously going to do the right thing, he probably didn't suspect Lynch was with Pike and Morrison, until later anyways. He was clueless, but he was also steps ahead of him. Lynch's plan was foiled and we didn't even know it was happening. Lynch wants us to be clueless...follow the steps, don't think about it."

Face was nodding as Murdock spoke his previous thoughts out.

"He can loop us into this trap, the same he was looped into. Did Lynch really, truly know that was me under that bag? No. Did Lynch know that container was going to lift and he'd be exposed? No. Lynch is baiting us in, just like we baited him." Murdock finished. Face chewed thoughtfully on his bottom lip before adding, "And he'd probably think us dumb enough to follow."

However Murdock jabbed the air with his index finger. "Ah, but we shall! It's elementary, my dear Faceman. We play along until we hit the lollipop forest and take a detour. That's when we strike."

"And you think you know what's going to happen?"

"Totally. I am so ready." Murdock grinned then was unable to suppress another yawn. "How about you start by getting some sleep, or you won't even know when we're in the lollipop forest." Face told him, rolling his eyes but chuckling.

Murdock was already closing his eyes, leaning his head against the window. "Uh huh..."

In the black Sedan, Lynch leaned over the front seat's shoulder. "You couldn't have been quicker? I think the idiot saw me!" He was whining.

The driver glanced back at him annoyingly. "Oh get over it."

"What's the point of this being secret if you're letting me be seen?" Lynch went on as if the driver had not spoken. "If you keep this up, Winter, I'm having you fired."

"Sir, I think you're overreacting just a little bit and-"

Lynch whipped his head around to glare at the small man beside him. "Shut up, Carl."

"Oh okay." Carl sunk into the seat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they slipped down and turning back to his laptop.

"As I was saying," Lynch spat. "We have to get them in. If we don't, we're all in trouble and could lose out jobs. I just got mine back, I don't want to lose it again."

The Agent in the passenger's seat looked back at Lynch. "Look sir, we're all aware of this. But you should just maybe calm down a little..."

Lynch half-smiled. "Kyle, are you telling me what to do?"

Kyle was silent then shook his head quickly. "Of course not, sir." He turned back around and Lynch leaned forwards again, speaking to the driver. "Liam. I have to use the bathroom. Pull over now."

"Alright." Liam grumbled, looking for the nearest gas station. As soon as they had parked, Lynch stepped out and grinned as he breathed in deeply. "Oh, we're going to get them. We're going to get them."

A/N: And Kyle makes a reappearance from the movie! You guys remember Kyle, right? Had trouble with the gun haha:)