"Say, Faceman—"
"Murdock no, I don't want to listen to talk in a Russian accent for the last minutes of our miserable lives."
Murdock and Face were still stuck in the small quarantine room, having explored for any means of escape and finding none. Face paced back and forth behind him and Murdock only watched the timer as the minutes ticked away. Midnight had come and gone nearly a minute ago, but the two of them hadn't yet heard any electricity sounds or banging, no alarms at all.
"I was just gonna say that we haven't technically heard anythin' yet."
"Yeah, well, for all we know this stupid room is soundproof!" Face slammed his hand into the wall and Murdock watched the timer go down another minute, leaving only one left to go before they could get into the safe room. Part of him naturally wanted to respond with a joke to his best friend, but the seriousness of possibly losing another of his best friends kept the Captain silent. "It's already two minutes past twelve. . ." Face had quieted down and his voice was filled with fear.
The timer continued to tick. Thirty seconds left. Twenty. Ten.
"Face." Murdock alerted and Face quickly responded, jumping to the door and waiting to rush through.
There was a click when the timer hit zero, a sound of releasing pressure, and the door slid open as quickly as it had closed.
Murdock didn't breathe from the moment the locked door opened for them until Face had flicked the switches to turn off the security systems surrounding the safe. There weren't any holes in the wall, so he assumed B.A. hadn't been able to make it to them by midnight—a thought that was at first relieving but became worrisome the more he dwelt upon it.
"That was too close. . ." Face whispered to himself, and Murdock took the opportunity to slip back into character,
"Ees how we work, comrade. Always close to death so that vee do not become complacent."
"Whatever. . . Can you check on those guys over there?" It seemed that The Faceman had finally tired of Agent Kuryakin as he trudged towards the safe, beginning to input the code he'd memorized. Murdock crouched down next to the two men unconscious on the ground, happy to see that the knockout gas had worked like a charm. Feeling a little woozy himself he stood up and away from the men and the box they'd opened, trying to take a deep breath of cleaner air.
"Tovarich…" he took another deep breath, shaking his head to clear it, "What do you think could haf happened to BA. . . to make heem late?"
Face leaned on the safe for a moment, before turning to look at Murdock, fear in his eyes.
"Murdock, I think—" he reached for his throat that seemed to have stopped working and gasped for air. Only then Murdock realized what was going on, and he watched dizzley as his friend sank to the floor, still struggling to breath. His vision got fuzzier and he found his face resting against the hard cold floor before everything faded to black.
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