We're venturing out of the car! Yay! I hope you guys like the new chapter. I'm going back to school, so chapters might not come as quickly, but keep reading.

DG

Francesca walked out and kicked open the trunk. She revealed a surplus of weapons. Gesturing toward them, she breathed out, "Be my guest."

The four men came toward her. Face frowned, "Are you pulling something?"

"Yes I'm going to get the grenade out of my pocket and throw it at you," she shook her head. "Oh wait! I don't have a grenade. Or a pocket for that matter. You guys are on your own."

Hannibal grasped her arm and growled, "No, you're coming with us."

A collective 'what' came from the others.

"You're coming with us," he repeated.

"Why?" she laughed.

Hannibal met her eyes, "Because that is the key to somewhere safe. That is the key that could save us."

"I'm not trying to save you, Hannibal. I am trying to ruin you," Francesca managed to sputter.

He closed his eyes and took a machine gun from the back, "I'm sorry to hear that." Hannibal let go and looked back at his men, "Let's move."

Francesca sighed, "Wait." They watched her come forward. "I'll go with you."

"What is this?" B.A. turned to complain to Murdock.

"But not to help you. Not for any of you. For… for Tommy. Tommy would want me to help you." Francesca pushed through and held her gun up, shooting. "What are we waiting for?"

As she walked off, Face pulled on the colonel's sleeve, "How do you know what she's doing?"

"I know her, I really do."

"You've met her a couple times and you know everything about her?"

Hannibal began to follow, "Because when she talks about Tommy, she's not joking."

Flashback-Do You Want To Know A Secret?

"Hey, the boss is here," B.A. announced as Hannibal entered the tent.

Hannibal dropped his bag on the ground and pulled a cigar out of his pocket, "It's good to be back."

"How was the wedding?" Face put his feet up on the table.

"Eh, fine," Hannibal sat down at the table, lighting his cigar.

Face laughed, "Come on, there must have been something…"

"Just because you find a girl to sleep with at every party you go to, doesn't mean I do," he puffed smoke out at Face. "Life is business."

"Hey!" he replied in a defensive tone.

Grinning, Hannibal looked over at Murdock, "Now what're you up to, Captain?"

"Nothin'," Murdock glanced up with bright eyes, smiling. "You look happy."

The colonel smirked, "I'm with my team, how could I not be?"

B.A. rolled his eyes, "You never try to have any fun."

"It's about the boys. That's all," Hannibal pushed Face's feet off the table to put up his own.

A rustling sound came from the front of the tent. They turned to see Murdock rummaging through Hannibal's bag.

"Good boy, Murdock!" Face cheered.

Murdock picked up a dress shirt and looked at the collar closely. "Candy apple red lipstick and the scent of… lilac. Wanna tell us something?"

Hannibal sighed, "Would you believe that I'm a cross dresser?"

"No! No we wouldn't because you met someone," Face jumped up, laughing. "And you slept with her."

"Now, wait a second, you don't know I slept with anyone," Hannibal sat up a bit.

Murdock said in a sing song voice, "Yes we do." He held up a small piece of paper and handed it to the colonel.

Staring at the paper, Hannibal read it silently.

Thanks for a lovely time.

-A Friend

And to top it all off there was a bright red lip print on the side. A bright red, puckered lip print.

"Candy apple red…" the three chanted.

"Shut up," he carefully folded the note and shoved it in his pocket.

The lieutenant stood up and pretended to toss his hair back, "Colonel Smith aren't you being a bit forward?"

Murdock shot up and deepened his voice, "I love it when a plan comes together."

"First of all," Hannibal grimaced while B.A. laughed furiously in the corner. "That wasn't what happened. And second that made no sense whatsoever."

B.A., still laughing, pointed out, "But you admit that you slept with a woman."

"Of a young age," Murdock added.

Hannibal closed his eyes, "What would tell you she was young?"

"Was she?" Face crossed his arms.

Hannibal choked back his words.

"Robbing the cradle, are we now?" B.A. leaned forward with interest.

Silencing himself, Hannibal didn't reply. He didn't even look up. He was thinking about everything that had happened in the past couple days. It wasn't anything to tell.

"What'd she look like?" Murdock clucked.

"Stop it, just stop."

"Was it a lady of the night?" Face added with a flashy smile.

"Face! For God's sake everyone lay off," Hannibal slammed his hands down on the table. "It's none of your business."

End Flashback

The five of them walked forward through trees, finding refuge. Francesca could see an opening of tree coverage and went quickly toward it. They followed her and came into a large meadow. She closed her eyes, feeling the small seconds of peace filter through herself.

"What're you standing around for?" Face sneered at her walking into the meadow.

Francesca didn't reply, but kept walking with her arms crossed and watching the ground. Hannibal came up to her, "Are you okay?"

She was have tempted to respond with 'Do I look okay?' but instead she kept walking, lifting her head, "Fine. I'm fine."

"Are you-" he began.

"Don't pretend that you care about me, Hannibal," Francesca looked up at him, holding her breath.

Shaking his head, he replied, "I don't have to pretend."

"I think what you've done in the past gives me reason not to believe you," she continued quietly so the others wouldn't hear.

Hannibal stopped, "You hold such a grudge."

"Well when-" Francesca froze, staring straight ahead. "Did you see that?"

"What?"

"There-" she pointed toward the trees across the meadow, but couldn't speak anymore as gunshot echoed through the empty air.

Face shouted in pain and fell onto the ground.

Hannibal and Francesca went forward to him quickly. His eyes were still wide and he was breathing deeply, "Holy…"

"What the hell just happened?" Hannibal held his head. Murdock and B.A. went forward to find the gunmen.

"It's his thigh, it's not too bad," Francesca touched the wound and pressed down to draw blood.

Face shot up, feeling her hand, "What are you trying to do?"

"Relax," she said calmly. "We're going to have to get him inside somewhere."

Hannibal swallowed, "What're you planning on doing?"

"Yes, what is she planning on doing?" Face sat up, growling at Francesca.

"If you don't trust me you might bleed to death. Unless any of you know how to remove a bullet from a gushing wound, huh?" she wiped her hands on her pants.

Face bit his lip, "To much information."

"Come on," Francesca supported his side as he stood up. "What are they doing?"

They heard a yelp from the woods. Hannibal moved quickly to find a man sprawled out across the ground with B.A. and Murdock standing over him, "Good work, boys."

"Can we get out of here?" Face put his hand on his leg.

Francesca pulled at her cotton shirt and then yanked it down, ripping the fabric. She bent down and tied it around Face's wound. Her undershirt was thin, and she breathed out heavily, trying to tighten the fabric, "We have to go. This doesn't look good."