Hannibal shoved BA down, dived for cover after him. BA yelled as he hit the ground on his right arm. Hannibal guessed why.

"You just dislocate your shoulder again?"

"No, you just dislocated it, sucker."

"Lemme pop it back in."

"No! Wait wait wait! "

Too late. Hannibal grabbed BA's hand and shoved hard against his shoulder. BA howled and next second Hannibal lay flat on the ground, blood pouring from his nose. He groaned.

"Well there's nothing wrong with his left anyway."

A shadow fell across Hannibal. He grinned up at the heavily armed thugs standing over him.

"Oh, hi, fellas."

Hours later Hannibal and BA trudged wearily up to where Face and Murdock waited by the van. Hannibal's clothes were stained with blood. BA cradled his stiff right arm across his body.

"You got caught?" Face gasped.

"Yeah." Hannibal nodded.

"And they beat you up?"

"Well, not them exactly..."