It shouldn't hurt as much to be thrown to the floor on Ganymede as it did on Earth, because of Ganymede's lower gravity. However, the huge man that slammed Face to the ground at Kyle's feet put in the extra effort to compensate.

Face moaned as his already battered body hit the deck, then he curled up quickly, knowing what came next. A boot smashed into his side, once, twice, three times.

"That's enough." Kyle's voice came from above and the kicking stopped. Face sighed with relief, then groaned at the pain of his bruised ribs and scraped skin. "How far did he get this time?"

"He was right outside the shuttle bay, boss."

Kyle sighed and crouched down, shaking his head. Face glared up at him. He'd made it to the shuttle bay, but then his escape plan had hit a snag. No ships. Even as he lay in cover wondering what the hell he did now, the ships arrived back. The largest looked badly battered and Face smiled, wondering what the team had done to cause that.

But he'd stopped smiling when the alarm started ringing; telling him someone had finally discovered his escape. His third escape, that is. Twenty minutes later, he'd been recaptured. Inevitable, he knew, since there really wasn't anywhere to go, but that small issue didn't stop him trying.

"What's your problem?" Kyle asked. "Why can't you just stay in your cell?"

"I think the answer's in the question there," Face said, his voice hoarse.

"Even if you got to one of the ships you'd never get the bay doors open."

"We'll see."

Kyle shook his head. "You're wasting your time, Peck." He stood up straight. "Bring him, Jenko."

Face tensed as the big man reached down. He grabbed Face's left arm in his meaty hand and jerked him upright. Face scrambled to get his feet under him, before Jenko wrenched the arm right out of its socket. Kyle pointed at a corner of the room and Jenko dragged Face over there. Kyle followed a moment later carrying a length of chain with manacles on each end.

"If you won't stay in your cell you can stay here where I can watch you."

"Well, whatever turns you on."

Face got a punch in the mouth for that remark and slumped down, dizzy. He felt a manacle secured to one wrist and looking up, he saw Kyle thread the other end of the chain through a bracket bolted into the stone wall, pull on it a couple of times, then appearing satisfied it would hold, he fastened the empty manacle around Face's other wrist. Kyle and Jenko men stepped back and Face straightened up. He looked down at himself, at his now shredded and torn open shirt, at the manacles on his wrists. Then he sneered at Kyle.

"You know if this bondage thing does turn you on there's plenty of clubs back on Mars that cater to that kink." He flinched back as Jenko stepped forward to punch him again, but Kyle raised a hand to stop him.

"Don't bother. He's not worth the effort." He looked at Face and smirked. "All talk this one. Just an empty vessel. Weak link."

Face put his head down to hide a smirk from Kyle. Let them think that. So many people made the mistake of underestimating Face and they all regretted it later. For now though he had to try to restrain the urge to snarl at Kyle, to bite him, because it gave Kyle too much advantage to let him know he could get to Face. How much he... Scares me? Face thought. Angers me? Whichever it might be, he couldn't let Kyle see it and use it against him.

Kyle turned away and walked to a console, where he frowned at a screen.

"What's this?"

"Message came in for you while you was away, boss." Jenko said. "From..."

"Yeah, I see who it's from!" Kyle read the message and looked more unhappy with every word, which made Face very happy.

"Well that's just great," Kyle growled. "Why now? Why does he have to come now?"

"If you mean my Colonel, then he's coming to get me," Face said, voice smug. "And boy will you be sorry when he gets here."

Kyle looked over and smirked at him. His next words left Face both baffled and worried.

"Now why would your colonel come looking for you when you're not even missing?"

-o-O-o-

Hannibal's mind raced, brakes failing. It's not Face. Leto. Leto, in a goddamn Pseudo Suit! When the hell did this happen? How long ago?

Where the hell is Face?

"Stay back!" Leto yelled, aggressive, but panicky. The gun pointed at BA now, as he started to edge forward. When BA stopped moving, Hannibal inched forward. Ted had pushed Amy down behind the desk and took a step towards Leto, a hand on his sidearm.

"I'll fire!" Leto yelled, sweeping the gun back and forth at the men advancing slowly on him. As he spoke, he backed up, but he had no escape route. The cells lay behind him. Calvin outside the cell, Joy inside it. Hannibal looked at Calvin at the same second Leto also glanced back at the man. Did Calvin have a weapon? Right now, he held the best position. Leto couldn't cover him, unless he made him come out in front. And that just put one more person between Leto and the door.

"You can't get out," Hannibal said. "There's nowhere to go. Just put the weapon down." He saw Calvin moving, but he forced himself not to react. Whatever you're going to do, he thought, do it fast, because this joker is going to start firing.

Then Hannibal almost wanted to laugh as he saw Calvin lift the black cat from his shoulder, and guessed the man's plan at once. A second later Calvin threw the cat the short distance to land on the back of Leto's neck.

Leto yelled in shock and leapt about six inches into the air as the already agitated cat dug its claws in instantly. He had no idea what it was, Hannibal guessed, as he twisted around grabbing at it with a terrified look on his face. Of course, this just made the cat angrier and she yowled and hissed her fury as Leto flailed wildly at her. In his panic, he lost his grip on his gun and dropped it. At once, BA, Murdock and Hannibal charged. They piled onto Leto, bearing him to the floor. The cat shot out of the scrum and ran up a high bookcase, stood on top hissing and bristling.

"Get him in the cell!" Ted yelled at the team as they dragged the struggling Leto to his feet. He stood by the door of an empty cell, Leto's dropped pistol already in his hand.

The team quite literally threw Leto inside and he landed in a heap on the floor and slid into the back wall. Ted slammed the door and locked it. Hannibal leaned on it panting.

"Okay... Okay. Wait, Sheriff, can he beam out?"

"No. The cells are too heavily shielded."

Hannibal sighed and nodded his head. They stared at the prisoner in shocked silence.

Calvin's voice broke that silence with a sharp cry of pain. Hannibal turned to see him standing by the bookcase sucking the back of his hand. Duchess still prowled back and forth on top of it.

"Right," he said, "I think I'll leave her there for a few, em, weeks."

"This... This means Kyle has got Face?" Amy said, her voice shaking making Hannibal turn to her. "When? When did he take him?"

Hannibal frowned, thinking it through. He looked at Murdock.

"You really can see through those things?"

"I... I guess I really can," Murdock said, looking shaken.

"Then it had to be after you left for..." He stopped and looked around. "Um, Murdock, you'd ah, you'd mention if anyone else was using a Pseudo Suit, right?"

Murdock nodded, but looked around anyway, even glanced up at the cat.

"Everyone seems to be who they say they are," he confirmed.

"Okay," Hannibal tried to grasp the train of thought he'd been on. "Had to be at the power plant. That fight we saw him having with Kyle was just an act. Murdock would have spotted him if he'd been replaced before that. So he replaces him at the plant, we bring Leto back here and Kyle takes the real Face back with him."

"Unless..." Murdock stared at Hannibal. "Hannibal, Kyle could have killed him when that one took his place."

Hannibal shook his head, vehement, put absolute certainty into his voice, even if he couldn't put it into his mind.

"No, he's too valuable as a hostage to kill. Kyle would keep him alive in case he needed to exchange him for Fake Face here." He nodded at Leto, who had struggled up to his feet now started pacing the cell, agitated. Hannibal liked that. It suggested the man had no backup nearby, no expectation of immediate rescue.

"This is what those recordings were for," Amy said, coming up behind Hannibal. "They wanted to see Face, study him, so he could take Face's place."

Hannibal nodded. And Leto had been smart, Hannibal thought, retiring to his room on the ship, taking the nightshift guard here. Staying away from Hannibal and BA so they wouldn't notice anything wrong. The more time he spent with them the better chance he'd do or say something suspicious, so he'd kept away as much as he could.

"Oh man!" BA said, his eyes suddenly wide, voice hushed. "Oh man, if you're right that's where it happened, then we was firing on a ship with Face on board. Oh man, I think I feel sick."

Hannibal wanted to shudder as he thought of it, of their guns lashing out at the ship. An unlucky shot and they could have killed Face themselves. And he'd been enjoying the damn chase, been grinning, while right there on the flight deck sat this - Hannibal's thoughts screeched to a halt as he abruptly remembered the conversation he'd had with 'Face' about Maggie. Bile rose in his throat at the memory of discussing something so personal with this... this fraud, with this enemy wearing his friend's smile.

The sickness gave way to rage after a second and he stepped up to the cell, grabbed the bars in a grip so tight he felt like they would crush under his hands.

"Okay, pal, you have ten seconds to tell me where the real Face is. Or we send you back to Kyle in a wooden box."

At once, Ted stepped up to the bars of Leto's cell, beside Hannibal.

"Colonel, I know you're upset, but I can't let you threaten this man. He's my prisoner."

Hannibal glared. "We're the ones took him down, Sheriff. That makes him my prisoner."

"You're my deputies and he's in my jail," The sheriff countered.

"Those things can change."

"Hey," Joy called. "Hey, Ted, isn't it time you questioned me?"

"What?" Ted looked at her, distracted.

"You said you'd question me in the morning. It's the morning, let's get to it."

"Joy, not now, I have to --"

"I want to make a confession!" They all turned to stare at her. She looked back, deadpan. "I want to confess. You have to let me make a confession, don't you?"

Hannibal smiled, though changed his face instantly as Ted looked back at him, frowning. Hannibal shrugged.

"Sounds like you really need to go talk to the lady, Sheriff." He nodded at a door through to the back. "You've got a room back there for questioning suspects, haven't you?"

"Yes," Ted said. He shook his head. "Dammit. Okay, Miss Allen, you'd better come too." He went to the door of Joy's cell and unlocked it.

"Hey," Leto called, looking nervous. "You can't leave me alone with these guys." He looked at Hannibal, who was grinning at him. He swallowed. "You do this then I'll make you pay, Sheriff! When my boss comes and finishes your hired guns, I'll burn this damn jail to the ground. Then that lousy bar of yours after! You hear me?"

Ted's jaw tightened, but he ignored the provocation. He looked at Hannibal. "Colonel, a word." Hannibal joined him right outside the door of the room used for questioning. Inside, Joy and Amy were settling down at a table. "Colonel Smith," Ted said. "I think you're a good man. I hope when I come out of this room I won't have to change my mind about that." He pointed at the star Hannibal wore on his shirt. "You're still a deputy here. All of you."

"I remember," Hannibal said. "Don't worry, Sheriff. I'm not going to hurt this bastard, however much he deserves it."

Ted nodded and Hannibal knew he'd be held to that promise. The sheriff went into the room with Joy and Amy and closed the door.

Leto was still shouting from his cell, threatening everybody in the vicinity. Ignoring him, Hannibal beckoned over BA and Murdock.

"Murdock, if this creep won't cooperate we need to get that data you brought back processed. It's going to take a while so you'd better go get started on it."

"Right," Murdock nodded. "But can we wait that long? Kyle's got Face right now! Who knows what he's doing to him... the stories about what he did to prisoners..."

"If Kyle's killed Face --" BA growled.

"The first thing I'll ask him," he jabbed a thumb back at Leto," is if Face is still alive."

"Actually that's the last thing you should ask him."

They turned to look at Calvin, who had sat down in one of the chairs in front of the sheriff's desk.

"In fact you shouldn't bother wasting your time asking him that at all."

"What?" Hannibal frowned. He 'shouldn't bother'? Only Calvin's age retrained Hannibal from knocking him on his ass right that second. His voice icy, Hannibal continued. "Asking if Face has been murdered constitutes a 'waste of time'?"

Calvin appeared oblivious to the coldness of Hannibal's voice. He spoke in a lecturing tone.

"Of course he won't say that Face is dead, because then as soon as you finish questioning him you have no further use for him and can kill him. However, if he says Face is alive, then you have a reason to keep this one alive for a possible prisoner exchange. It also puts you at a disadvantage when moving against Kyle's base, if you think your friend is a hostage there. Therefore, his answer to your question will be yes and will be entirely useless. Moreover, you won't believe him either way, without proof." He crossed his legs and brushed dirt from his knee, then looked back at the three staring men and smiled. "Just ask him where the base is."

"Perhaps you'd like to interrogate him?" Hannibal said, not attempting to keep the accusation out of his voice, remembering someone saying Calvin had been in intelligence work in the war. Extracting intelligence perhaps? "It sounds as if you have some experience."

"No!" Calvin snapped, uncrossing his legs and sitting forward, scowling. "No, I would not like to interrogate him."

"Then why are you still here?" Hannibal asked.

Calvin shrugged, his face clearing. "I have nowhere else to go. And no money. Unless..." He glanced over at the bookcase. "Does anyone want to buy a cat?"

"Murdock," Hannibal said, turning to him, "Take Mr Calvin and get to work on that data."

"But --" Murdock protested.

Hannibal cut him off. "Find the Lambert kid. Russ. Get him to give you access to the mainframe. Murdock, we need that information fast."

Murdock frowned, not liking it, but he nodded.

Hannibal watched him leave with Calvin and then nodded to BA. The two of them walked back to the cells.

"Now, it's just you and me, Mr Leto," Hannibal said. "Oh, and BA of course."

Leto looked at BA who slapped a fist into the palm of his other hand. Leto started to look very nervous indeed.

I am a good man, Hannibal thought. I'm also a hell of a good bluffer.