"Alright, guys, we're ready to roll!" Hannibal sounded like he was running on pure Jazz, Murdock reflected, since the whole mood had been plummeting since they'd heard that Amy was still in trouble. He had to admit that he was excited to play with the new toys the scientists had helped them jury-rig, but the permeating worry was hard to ignore as he over-exaggeratedly saluted to the scientists and hopped into the repurposed golf cart that they had welded metal plating all over.

They were inside a large truck being carted closer to the casino, and Hannibal finished going over the newest plan with them while they waited.

"... Once we hop off the cart, BA can keep the guards busy on the casino floor. Murdock, you stay with him and help out."

Murdock gave an automatic reply, "Da, Colonel. Dey weel not know what hit them." He felt BA glaring at him and successfully ignored it while Hannibal continued,

"Face and I will head to Vito's office, find Amy, and wrap Castellano up in a nice little bow for the police to find! Easy!" He let out a guttural chuckle and Face groaned,

"You know it's not going to be that easy, Hannibal…"

"That's what makes it fun, Face!" Rather than reassurance, Face only got a slap on the back as the truck beneath them came to a stop and Hannibal stood up.

The four of them couldn't fit into the golf cart, but Murdock and BA took the inside seats while Hannibal and Face hung from the sides. The back of the truck opened before them, the casino in sight, and the Colonel gave the order, "Hit it, BA!" And then they were off.

It took them less than a minute to get to the casino doors, and a well timed and perfectly aimed crude grenade from Hannibal had them riding through a smoking hole where the doors used to be. As soon as their path started to clear and they were past the entrance, Murdock started tossing smoke bombs out the window without hesitation. He could see at least 6 surprised and large men in various places running their way, and he heard Hannibal shout,

"Now, Face!" There came a whimper-like cry from Face's direction, and with a jostle of the cart, the two of them were gone. The room around them was pretty smokey, and BA reached his large hand over to grab a handful of little flash-bang contraptions they had made, tossing them out of the cart and commanding,

"Hurry up, suckah!" The moment the little devices hit the ground, they began emitting loud bangs, beeping with the same red light all the little flashers had that BA was using earlier that night.

"I am hurrying, comrade!" Murdock began throwing more of the flash bang devices out of his side, and together the two of them quickly depleted their pile. At that point, Murdock pushed the tip of his machine gun out of the cart and started looking for black suits in the clearing smoke. He added to the already loud room filled with bangs from the devices and gunshots in the smoke from the guards and probably Hannibal and Face, peppering the walls and gambling tables with bullets and coming out of character long enough to let out a loud whoop. He looked over to see that even BA was smiling, clearly enjoying the act of destroying a casino with a golf-cart. His expression, however, quickly changed to concern and he shouted over the noise,

"Murdock! Over there!" The big guy pulled Murdock's gaze to the far side of the room, where he saw Hannibal and Face hiding behind an overturned table and returning fire to the guards at a large door that was up a few stairs. His own brows followed BA's as they furrowed,

"Agent! Vee must clear zis room and help our comrades!"

"Shut up and keep shooting, you crazy foo'!" BA took a hard right, facing them towards several guards who were making their way towards the golf-cart. Murdock pulled the machine gun back onto his lap and reached down to pick up the remaining 3 crude small explosives that they had left, Hannibal having already used one to get them inside. He pushed his upper body out of the cart, ignoring BA's angry shout, and took careful aim at one of the guards making a break for them.

The man flew backwards as the explosive landed at his feet, Murdock already prepping another of the mock grenades for his next target. A table flew into the air, the guard crouching behind it being blasted backwards and finally rolling to a stop on the floor. A sudden pain spiked in his shoulder and he slid back into the cart, holding his left arm. He felt blood from a bullet wound running down his arm inside his jacket, and he clutched the last explosive in his palm, saving it for something special.

"Murdock, you alright?!" BA still had to be relatively loud to be heard over the shooting, and Murdock only shouted back, his own persona again forgotten in the midst of the action,

"Yeah, It isn't real bad—we gotta get to Hannibal and Faceman!" Looking around, he could not longer see Face or Hannibal, but the cart suddenly swerved into a tight u-turn to face the entrance again, BA shouting,

"Murdock, look! Suckah's makin' a break for the exit!" Murdock saw that a fancy-looking man in a bloody and dirty white suit was nearly at the hole they had made in the casino wall. "Must be Castellano!" He nodded in response to BA's assumption and the big guy stepped on the gas. Murdock could only try to keep his arm from jostling and clench his teeth from the pain as they closed in on the entrance, Castellano just having disappeared beyond it. "Hold on, Murdock!" BA had stopped calling him names since he'd been shot, which made him want to smile (though it was too difficult to keep from crying out to do so right then), and they rolled over the bumpy rubble and into the night air.

"There, BA!" Murdock pointed after a shiny black car that was just pulling out of its parking spot near the casino, having spotted a glimpse of white disappearing inside. Baracus didn't even bother going down the ramp to the side, flying over the steps and landing with a bounce behind the car as it started to peel out. Though the jump had brought him a considerable amount of pain, Murdock knew he needed to nail this shot now or their golf cart would never catch up to the mob boss.

He leaned up and out of the cart again and drew back his good arm, hurling the final explosive. Afraid for a moment that he'd overshot it, Castellano's car drove right into the fiery explosion, his car doing a spectacular flip sideways and sliding several feet before coming to a squealing stop. Their little cart rolled to a slower stop next to the smoking car, and BA jumped out, Murdock following more carefully behind him.

Before more than his forehead could groggily poke out of the warped car door's window, BA had the mudsucker out and on the ground. "You cannot ween, and though you were a fearless foe, you haf been beaten." No amount of pain could keep him from gloating, and he smirked down at the mob boss while the man simply groaned to himself,

"I can't believe it…"

Getting a closer look at him, Murdock could see that though he was dirty with several cuts and bruises and was clearly in pain, tenderly holding his arm, he wasn't profusely bleeding. Murdock shot a look down at BA who was in the process of pulling Castellano to his feet. They shared a look and Murdock knew BA was thinking the same thing as him. He pulled out the pistol he hadn't used yet from the back of his shirt and nodded as the three of them tried to make their way as quickly as possible back to their friends inside the casino.

If it wasn't Castellano's blood, whose blood was it?

Alrighty folks, we're getting real close to finishing this fic up, though it's been literal years... I promised I'd get back to it, and we are almost there!

Thanks for any favorites, follows, and reviews (though admittedly the reviews are my favorite), and for sticking around with me for so long!

Oh the suspense!

-Queen