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Chapter 5:

Face and Hannibal walked up to the warehouse on the dock, though it didn't look like much, Hannibal saw it for what it really was, a mafia hideout.

Face looked around in uncertainty. Sure this place had nothing on the jungles of 'Nam, but this place made him so uneasy, and he didn't know why.

"Hannibal, are you absolutely sure this is the place. I mean something doesn't seem right."

"Yeah Face, I'm sure."

Hannibal could hear the nervousness in his lieutenant's voice and guilt rushed through him again. He sighed and looked at Face, who was looking a little pale as he took in his surroundings.

Hannibal looked at his watch, only a few minutes before they needed to head inside. He lit his cigar and took a step back to think.

Sure he was upset at Face and Murdock, but they didn't really lie to him. They just didn't tell him the entire story, and he never thought to ask. Here he was going on Stockwell's word and handing the man he considered his son over to some Italian thugs. It was obvious Face still trusted him or he wouldn't have followed him here. If he didn't hand Face over though, they wouldn't get their pardons and a lot more than the military would be after them.

Couldn't they disappear though? Thanks to Face they had more than enough money to leave all this behind. They watched their back's before, they could do it again, but be more careful.

Hannibal weighed his options, if he defied Stockwell, they would have to get out of Italy quick. After everything they had been through , in the end, he just couldn't lie, not to Face. He watched Face head towards the warehouse, Hannibal closed his eyes, took a deep breath and stood up.

"Face wait, I-" Hannibal started before being cut off.

"Ah Smith, right on time, both of you, please come inside."

Hannibal cursed under his really wasn't much he could do now but pray that Face wasn't harmed. He motioned for Face to come with him and together they went into the warehouse.

Once inside they were quickly removed of their weapons and led to a back room.

In the middle of the room was several men counting out stacks of large bills, all heavily armed. Near the back a large heavyset man sat smoking a cigar. Confidence and arrogance radiated off of him and Hannibal knew at once that this was Lorenzo Angelo.

Lorenzo got up and made his way to the table, looking Face up and down, obviously sizing him up.

"So you're Bancroft's kid eh? You're dad made us a lot of money...Also stole a lot, before he disappeared."

Face looked on confused.

"What's this got to do with this missing little girl?" Face asked looking from Hannibal back to the man in front of him.

To Face's surprise the man laughed and turned to Hannibal.

"Missing girl? I was wondering how you were going to get him here. I am Lorenzo Angelo and your colonel here brought you to me as payment for your father's thievary."

"Now wait a damn minute, I was assured he wouldn't be hurt." Hannibal said stepping forward, only to be jerked back by Face.

"I knew there was something off about this mission. You lied to us? To me? You knew what we were coming here for all along, there is no missing kid, is there?"

"Face, let me explain-"

"Save it colonel. You aren' the man I thought you were."

Lorenzo, fully enjoying the show, laughed again.

"Surely you didn't put all your faith in Stockwell here, did you?"

Stockwell walked in from a back room, smugness coming off of him in waves.

"You sorry son of a bitch!" Hannibal yelled.

"Now colonel, I held up most of our deal. Your pardons are waiting for you back in Virginia. However you are one short seeing as Peck won't be needing one."

"Smith, take the rest of your boys and get the hell out my sight. " Lorenzo said waving his hnd towards the exit.

"I'm not leaving without Face."

Face sighed. He was incredibly hurt and angry at Hannibal, but he couldn't let the older man kill himself, he loved him to much.

"Hannibal go, I'll be fine."

"No Face, I'm not leaving without you kid."

"Aww how touching. Smith I have ways of making you leave, you want to do it in a body bag that's your decision."

Lorenzo pulled out a gun, aimed it straight at Hannibal's head and pulled the trigger.