Plan B

"Murdock, we gotta go with Plan B."

"What happened to Plan A?"

"Plan A kinda involved BA drinking the soda with the sedative in it, not Face."

"Oops."

"Meet you out front, ten minutes?"

Ten minutes later I ran from the VA and dove into the side door of the van. As we sped off I found I was lying full length beside a slumbering Face. Not the first time I've been in that position, I have to say. Hannibal looked back at me.

"So what is Plan B, anyway, Colonel?"

"Driving. To New Jersey." He scowled at BA who just smirked. "Can you keep an eye on Face? Obviously the dose he took was for…" he scowled again. "…A much larger individual. You'd better keep a close watch on his breathing."

Yessir, I'm up for that mission! I wanted to say. Watching Face sleep is my favourite thing. Well okay, let's be honest, second favourite thing. The favourite usually comes right before watching him sleep. And, if we're feeling energetic, right after.

I got more comfortable, sitting with my back against the side of the van, Face's head on my lap.

It's a delightfully long way to New Jersey.

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