A/N: Hannibal's voice over the radio is in italics.

Face moaned as he 'regained consciousness'. The man helping him to sit up was the only one who didn't look like he wanted blood.

Face gave a weak smile. "I think I passed out."

"You idiot! You just ruined a whole case!"

Face frowned, looking at the box beside him. "Case of what? Hey man, I just asked for a job. You didn't say anything about this stuff being something valuable."

"Well, it is. Maybe you should be the one to explain it to the boss."

"Explain what to the boss, that you can't handle a simple shipment?"

Everyone in the room, with the exception of Face, jumped to their feet as another man walked in. Face recognized him from the park. It was Dr. Henry.

The leader stepped forward. "Mr. Raymond, what are you doing here?"

Raymond?

"Yeah, 'Dr. Henry,' what are you doing here? Does Decker know you're here? Does the government know that you're making this stuff?" Face gave the box beside him a shove.

Henry walked over to Face, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to his feet. "Do you have any idea how much that case was worth?"

Struggling to breath, Face managed to say, "By itself, I'd say about ten years in the federal prison."

Henry gave a smile and let go of Face. "Funny, Mr. Peck. Maybe I should show you how it works. What do you say, how about a hands-on experience?"

"No, thanks. I prefer my hands-on experiences to include participants of the feminine gender." Face began sweating. This guy knew who he was. Anytime, guys!

Henry's smile grew wider. "I think you need a little help in telling the truth."

Someone handed him a vial and a syringe. "Why don't you tell us what you're really doing here, and where the rest of the A-Team is."

"I don't think you should do that without my doctor's approval."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll just give you a high enough second dose that you'll never need a doctor again. I do hope your life insurance policy is up to date, though."

~~AT~~AT~~AT~~AT~~

Murdock struggled to get control back. As soon as he heard Henry's voice over the speaker, the trembling started again.

He managed to pull himself off the floor enough to grab the microphone. He tapped out SOS, well, as close as he could with his hands shaking so bad.

Hannibal's voice came over the speaker. "We're going in, Murdock."

Murdock sighed with relief, allowing himself to fall back to the floor.

~~AT~~AT~~AT~~AT~~

Face struggled against the guys holding him. Henry stood in front of him, syringe in hand.

"Anything you wish to confess now?"

"Yeah. I confess that I don't like you."

"What a pity. And here I was hoping for a second date. Oh well, it's not like you'll have to deal with me much longer anyway."

Face fought as hard as he could as the needle entered his arm.

Hannibal stood outside the pharmacy window, gun aimed. He fired, the window shattered and the syringe exploded.

Henry began shouting for his men to fire back.

Hannibal ducked behind a car as bullets flew all around him. He fired back and BA fired from the backside of the building.

He had to give them credit, they held their ground well. It was taking longer than he expected.

Just to make it a little more fun, Hannibal lit a string of firecrackers he had found in the van and tossed in the window. They were probably Murdock's firecrackers. Hopefully the captain would forgive him for taking them without permission. Although, where he had gotten them in the first place was a mystery.

The men scattered as the firecrackers went off at their feet. Soon, Hannibal heard one of the men shouting "Don't shoot!"

"Hold your fire, BA!"

Hannibal went in the front door of the building, BA went in the back. All the men inside dropped their weapons and raised their hands. BA had all of them stand against the wall, while Hannibal checked on Face.

He was laying on the floor, his whole body shaking. As worried as he was, Hannibal couldn't help but smile as he listened to Face's ramblings.

"Of c-course I d-don't like you, Henry. Why w-w-would I l-like you? After what you d-did, why on earth w-would I l-like you? You d-d-don't like m-me and I d-don't like you. Sounds l-like we're even. W-why w-would I w-want to g-g-go on a d-date w-with you?"

"Are you alright, Lieutenant?"

"Of c-course I'm alr-right. I'm f-fine. Why w-wouldn't I b-be? Are you alright? I'm j-j-just f-fine."

"How is he, Hannibal?"

"From the looks of it, I don't think he got very much of the drug." Hannibal looked at the liquid on the floor from the syringe. "But, I think he's going to talk our legs off on the way home!"

"Can't leave yet."

"Why not?"

"Henry ain't here."

Hannibal pointed his gun at the men. "Where's your boss?""

The men looked at one another, not saying anything. Hannibal fired a shot over their heads.

Finally, the man who had helped Face stepped forward.

"There's a door to a tunnel in the basement. The tunnel comes out on the edge of town. I don't know if you'll be able to catch him, he's headed for the helicopter."

Hannibal ran outside, just as the helicopter took off.