Hannibal glanced down at the sleeping form of BA. "Kid, you sure put
him out reading to him. If he starts to wake up, you'll have to read him
some more." He wasn't going to mention the shot of sedative he'd given the
sergeant; it was much more fun to tease the kid.
Face squinted his eyes at the colonel, not finding the situation
amusing. On top of BA finding the lieutenant's memoirs rather boring, Face
now couldn't find his favorite green hi-lighter. He'd only put it down long
enough to hand Hannibal a cigar and find a coat hanger, and now he couldn't
find it.
"Murdock, would you hurry up?" Face complained, holding his book in one
hand, his other hand on his hip. "It shouldn't take you this long."
"Aw, come on, Faceman, how long you think it'd take you to use a coat
hanger to unlock the van door? We should be making you do it anyway.
You're the one who locked the keys in there in the first place."
"It's not my fault BA left them in the ignition when he got out, is
it?" Face asked.
"Well, if you –" Murdock started but was interrupted by Hannibal.
"Come on, guys. Decker's not far behind us. Just get the door open."
Face walked away from the van a few yards, then turned, walking back.
Looking down he noticed a fine brown powder around the captain's feet.
"Murdock, what is that?" he asked, pointing to it.
Murdock glanced down at the ground. "Nutmeg." Face looked at Hannibal
who only shrugged and resumed chewing on his cigar. Murdock patted his
jacket pocket. "I got the rest right here." He quickly produced a small,
plastic jar before returning to his task.
"Why is it on the ground?"
"Good luck."
"Good luck?"
Murdock nodded, sticking out his tongue slightly as he concentrated on
getting the hanger in just the right position to unlock the door. They all
suddenly heard the wail of sirens in the distance.
"Come on, Murdock," Hannibal encouraged, walking around the back side
of the van to see how close the military was.
Murdock howled in triumph when the lock popped up and he could lift the
door handle, easily opening the door. Hannibal rejoined them, helping
Murdock lift BA into the van as Face moved around to drive to the airport
and the waiting plane.
Face cast a glance into the rear view mirror, looking for the MPs
following them, when he saw Murdock, playing with his hi-lighter. "Murdock!
Where'd you find that?"
"Laying on a table."
"It's mine."
"I needed it."
"For what?" Murdock held the hi-lighter up so Face could see it
better. Walking along one end was the biggest, hairiest spider the
lieutenant had ever seen. "Murdock…" Face said, paling some.
"Wolfie needed some place to walk."
Hannibal turned to see what had his lieutenant so distressed.
"Murdock, get rid of it. Face, let's get going."
"But –" both men started to protest.
"Now, guys."
Murdock begrudgingly opened the van door and put Wolfie onto the
sidewalk. "I'm sorry, little guy. But the boss man, he says you gotta go.
You'll be better off running through the grass. Just don't scare anybody,
okay?"
Hannibal's voice came from inside the van. "Let's go, Murdock!"
Murdock had barely closed the door when Face peeled out, spraying
gravel into the windshields of the oncoming MP cars. As they sped away, a
cackle could be heard and the words, "I love it when Decker eats gravel!"
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