The team looked at each other shocked. When Face looked closer he spotted a blood trail. "Hannibal look!" the team followed the trail around the chopper, fearing the VC had taken Murdock. When they reached the end of the crash site, the jungle seemed to get thicker. To anyone who wasn't Special Forces wouldn't have noticed anything, but the team with their trained eyes spotted the long grass seemed to be flattened slightly, meaning someone was dragged that way. They took off the safety of their rifles. After ten minutes of searching the area they all faced the possibility that they may never see Murdock again. B.A. was determined to find the man he called a crazy fool, no one was ever going to hurt Murdock if he had anything to do with it, and if they did all hell would break loose.
Up ahead they heard muffled shouts and screams of pain. The team bent low and moved forward. They wanted to find Murdock, but if someone was in trouble they would go and help. As they looked from behind a tree they saw a small group of VC soldiers beating a man on the floor, they knew the man was American from his uniform. One of the VC pulled the man up by his hair. B.A. gasped. It was Murdock. He was bleeding from a cut on his head, he had a bleeding nose and from the way he was grunting in pain most likely some bruised and broken ribs. Seeing his friend in such a state mad B.A. mad, he was shaking with anger he was about to run to VC soldiers and beat the living day lights out of them, when Hannibal put a hand in his shoulder, meaning to hang on a second. They turned back to what was happening with Murdock the VC soldier who seemed to be in charge was screaming at Murdock "WHERE DO YOU PLAN TO STRIKE NEXT!"Murdock, who most likely had a concussion from the crash, was just mumbling. From what B.A. could understand Murdock was just mumbling anything that came into his head, determined not to give the enemy any answers. The VC soldier jerked his head and another soldier kicked Murdock in the face. B.A. cringed he hated this sight, Murdock fell to the floor, but before the soldier could kick him again Murdock slowly sat up, grunting from the pain. He looked up at the leader of the group spat blood from his mouth at him and calmly said "go to hell" B.A. shut his eyes tight, he knew after that answer Murdock was in for a lot worse than a kick in the face. Murdock was pulled roughly to his feet, he swayed slightly, but his glaring eyes never left the leader. The leader gave an order in Vietnamese, B.A. had no idea what it was, Murdock was the only one who could speak the language in the team. B.A. looked at Murdock, a flicker of fear passed through his eyes, but it was gone in a second, he lifted his head higher, well as much as he could without it hurting too much. Just then Murdock looked in their direction and he saw them crouched there, unable to help. Murdock gave them a small smile that seemed to say I knew you would come and get me, when B.A. went to move closer, Murdock's smile disappeared and he shook his head. The click of a gun got B.A.'s and Murdock's attention. B.A.'s fear was coming true, they were going to shoot Murdock.