"Alright, boys, you ready to light this candle?"

"Sure thing, boss."

"Take us up, Murdoch."

"I ain't gettin' on no plane!"

Hannibal put his hand on his trusted companions bowling ball-sized shoulder. "Relax, BA. You can meet us there. See, I have the van all gassed up and--now!"

The distraction worked. Murdoch plunged the hypodermic needle into BA's arm. The massive man stumbled around a bit, Hannibal deftly moving a nearby wheelbarrow into place to catch him. Much easier than lifting 300 pounds of dead weight.

The two men worked together to wheel the third up the cargo ramp and got him as buckled in as they could.

"We ready, Colonel?"

Hannibal looked into the distance. How long do they wait? How long do they jeopardize the mission.

"No. We can't leave. Not without Face."