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Chapter 3:
Hannibal shook Stockwell's hand and wondered briefly if he had just made a deal with the devil.
"Be ready first thing in the morning colonel."
Hannibal nodded his head and left the office, heading straight to the living room where the rest of the team were sitting.
Stockwell nodded to the team, gave Hannibal a meaningful glance and left the house.
"So, what's goin on Hannibal?" Face asked as soon as he saw Stockwell's limo drive off.
Hannibal took a deep breath and reminded himself again that they were goingto get their pardons after this.
"We have another mission. We leave first thing in the morning."
The collective groans that were heard would've been amusing to him had he not been focused on what he was going to tell the team.
"Man, we just got back from one. Where that sucka sendin us this time?" B.A asked, a scowl penetrating his features.
"Italy. We're supposed to locate a missing girl and return her to her father safely. Shouldn't take too long."
Face narrowed his eyes at Hannibal but said nothing.
Of all the team members, Face could always tell when someone was lying. Hannibal only hoped that Face still trusted him enough to not question him.
After a few minutes, Face, B.A and Frankie headed to their bedrooms to start packing as Murdock hung back.
"Italy huh..." Murdock said tilting his head.
Hannibal nodded and puffed on his cigar. Sometimes he felt Murdock could read his mind. So many things he wanted to say to Murdock right then. 'Why didn't you tell me Bancroft was Face's father?' and 'I just agreed to hand Face over to the Italian Mafia.' all ran through his mind.
Before he could voice any of those, Murdock smiled and jumped up, heading to his own home to pack.
Hannibal sat down heavily in the nearest chair wondering again if he had made the right decision. What was this going to do to his team? Would they forgive him?
"Johnnie, you ok?" Frankie asked walking into the living room.
"Yeah Frank, just a headache."
"Oh ok, well I was wondering..."
Hannibal barely heard Frankie Babble in, lost in his own thoughts, he didn't see Face standing in the hallway, a suspiscious look in this eyes.
Before Hannibal noticed him, Face shrank back into the darkness of the hallway and knocked on B.A's door.
"Yeah." was the answer he received.
He went in and closed the door, hoping B.A would agree with him.
"B.A..I hate to say this, but I think there is something Hannibal isn't telling us. I mean he is acting funny, ever since that secret meeting with Stockwell. Something's going on."
B.A's head jerked up and Face sighed, knowing where this was heading.
"Hannibal ain't never lied to us man, why you be sayin that for? Don't you trust him no more?"
"I trust Hannibal, not Stockwell."
B.A shook his head.
"You crazier than Murdock, ain't nothin goin on."
Face nodded his head and left the room. He paused outside of B.A's room, then headed straight to the living room to speak to Hannibal.
He walked in, glad to see Frankie was now gone, and sat down directly opposite the colonel, looking him square in the eyes.
"Is there something you aren't telling us?"
Hannibal was surprised at this. Face didn't trust him enough to not question him, he should've figured that since the Bancroft incident. When did he lose Face's respect and trust?
Instead of voicing his concerns, he put his cigar out and stood up.
"Do you really trust me Face?"
The question took Face off guard but he recovered quickly.
"With my life, you should know that. But Hannibal, I don't trust Stockwell."
Hannibal nodded and swallowed hard.
"Then trust me when I say that there is nothing else going on. End of discussion."
With that said Hannibal left the room, leaving Face to question his mentor even more.