Hannibal strode through the corridor, catching up to Murdock, just as Murdock entered the override code into the last door, his fingers stabbing at the number pad keys. One. One. Three. Eight. One day, Hannibal thought, if I keep on being as lucky as I have been all my life, one day I will be a very old man, and won't even recognise the people I love. But I'll still remember that number.

Face turned from the control panel and stood up as they walked in, he looked pale, exhausted, bruised under his shredded shirt. Nevertheless, he flashed them a smile. A smile Hannibal didn't believe in for a second.

The real thing, Hannibal thought, perhaps only this moment believing Face was actually alive. Perhaps Murdock felt the same, because he ran to Face and grabbed him, hugged him hard, then shoved him to sit back down in the chair and stood over him, scowling.

"What the hell was that?" Murdock demanded. "You almost killed him!"

"Murdock," Face said, and his voice sounded no more convincing than his smile. "Come on, I was trying to scare the bastard that's all. Teach him a lesson."

Sure, Face, Hannibal thought, that's what you were doing. He wanted to challenge Face, no, he wanted to yell at him, but the door opened again behind him and BA and Ted brought Kyle into the room. They'd secured each of his normal arms to the extra one. Good thing Ted carried two pairs of cuffs, Hannibal thought. He couldn't chew Face out in front of Kyle.

"Doug! Are you okay?" Hannibal saw her then. Maggie, sitting by the wall, chained to the wall. He stared at her for a moment, and then spoke to Face, his voice gruff.

"Re-pressurise the landing bay, let the others in."

Looking up at the view screen, which had split into several feeds now he saw the Chicago sitting in the open landing bay and someone in a space suit standing beside it. Unable to tell who, and with no time to wonder what they were doing, he turned away and walked over to Maggie, crouched down beside her.

"I guess the one thing I can't say here is that you left without saying goodbye."

She didn't answer. Hannibal sighed and went on.

"I guess he's that man that came back from the war different than before." He glanced over at Kyle. Not just physically, he guessed. "Surely you know what he is?"

"I know," she said, her voice a whisper. "I know what he really is. Could be."

Hannibal looked down, shaking his head. Naiveté? Or something else. Love? It had to be that didn't it? Nothing else could make you so blind to something so clear to everyone else. And perhaps back when it started Kyle hadn't been the thing he'd become now. Perhaps he'd been worthy of her... regard.

Even when Kyle changed, what she felt for him apparently hadn't. Could that really happen? Hannibal could only answer 'yes', because right now, if she let him, he would take her in his arms and sweep her away from all this.

She raised her hand with the cuff on it.

"Can you please set me loose?"

Hannibal hesitated. That might not be a good idea. On the other hand, where could she go now? And the sight of the chain sickened him. You couldn't make a woman stay that way, he knew.

"Hang on I'll get the key," he said. He stood up and turned back to Face when the door opened and Amy, Joy and Calvin walked in. Amy looked a bit flushed, Hannibal thought, her hair mussed and clothes rumpled. But she ran to greet Face with a hug as he stood up, wearing that false smile once again.

"Amy, great to see you. Joy, looking good." She got a hug too. Calvin got an enthusiastic handshake and a smile. "Hi, I don't know who you are."

"Seth Calvin." It seemed that even he couldn't help but respond to Face's charm and smiled back. "No, we haven't met, but nevertheless I'm pleased you're safe and well."

Look at him work the room, Hannibal thought, charm the crowd, as if he didn't just almost kill someone. He frowned, wondering if perhaps it had been a bluff after all. If it hadn't, then Face was putting on a damn good show now.

"Okay, here's the plan. We get the creeps secured on the Chicago." He tried to avoid wincing as he realised Maggie had to be included in that designation. "We pick up Mr Lambert's tunnelling machine. Then we get this place wired up to go boom." He glanced at Kyle, who stood in a corner, BA and Ted guarding him, rifles cocked. Kyle scowled back at Hannibal, who gave a grim, humourless smile. No way could Kyle come back to this place, should he ever happen to get away from the military.

"What's that?"

Hannibal turned to see Murdock pointing at readings on the control console. Face bent over the display.

"Ah, remember I mentioned about Kyle's boss being on the way?"

The sound of transporter beams, lots of them, interrupted him and the room sparkled making the people in it gasp. Those by the console instinctively moved into a tighter group. Ted and BA, still guarding Kyle, pressed back against the wall as the shapes of men shimmered into solidity. At least twenty of them, Hannibal guessed before they were even fully visible. Once the sparkle of the beam died away, Hannibal saw clearly that the intruders were soldiers, bristling with armour and weapons that they pointed at everyone in the room.

One man stepped forward, not in uniform, a dark haired man in a business suit. Kyle pushed out from between Ted and BA and approached the suit.

"And to think I was worried about you coming, Stockwell."

Stockwell. Hannibal recognised the name. A general and a senior man in security at megacorp HQ back on Mars. He'd supposedly been very high up in intelligence during the war, but like the rest of his career that was buried in layers of secrecy. He wondered about the right word to describe Stockwell's connection to Kyle. Boss? Backer? Sponsor? All the same really. This Stockwell had to be the one who'd set Kyle up in this base to call on when there were jobs that had to be done entirely 'off the books'.

The soldiers disarmed the team and their friends and poked the reluctant BA and Ted to join the group at bay in the middle of the room. One ran a scanner over Hannibal's people, checking for concealed weapons, and then stepped back with a nod at Stockwell.

"So this is the 'situation' you referred to, Mr Kyle?" Stockwell asked. "The A-Team?"

"Yeah, the locals hired them. They're, um..." He hesitated, losing the smirk.

"Better than you thought?" Stockwell smiled. "So I've heard. Oh, good morning, Seth, I didn't see you there. How are you keeping?"

Hannibal stared then looked around at Calvin, who stood with his arms around Joy.

"I was fine until your hired gun destroyed my home," Calvin said in a cold voice.

"He did?" Stockwell directed a dark look at Kyle.

"I didn't know he was a friend of yours." Kyle's face now showed a nervous, defensive expression,

"I'm not!" Calvin protested at once. Stockwell looked almost disappointed at that.

"Why are you here, Stockwell?" Hannibal demanded. "What possible interest could you have in a rock weeks from civilisation? There's no real profit in the mines, not enough to interest someone like you."

"It's weeks away now," Murdock said. "But that's gonna change isn't it?"

Hannibal nodded, starting to understand, as he recalled Murdock talking about the new engines and drives that would bring the outer planets to within days and eventually hours of the population centres of Earth, Mars and the moon.

"And when it does this place will be prime real estate," Face said, getting Murdock's point too. "Second best view in the solar system."

"Second best?" Murdock said.

"Well, you know, Saturn."

"Ah, of course." Murdock nodded in agreement.

They were right, Hannibal saw. Engine technology wasn't the only thing that would move on. Better radiation shielding would allow people to live above ground in domed cities, to enjoy that great view. Or with enough power, a force field could blanket the whole moon, and then you just set the terraformers loose.

But first, you had to get rid of the inconvenient people already living there.

Hannibal actually felt awestruck for a moment, at the scale of it. A land grab of a whole moon.

"But it's gonna be years before that technology is ready," BA said. "Ten, fifteen years till it's commercial."

"The Corporation thinks long term," Stockwell said and Hannibal felt that awe again, at the time scale this time. It could be thirty or forty years before any return on the investment showed up. Stockwell looked around. He appeared thoughtful for a moment and then nodded as if making a decision.

"Sheriff, Colonel, my men will take Mr Kyle and his people into custody. I don't think you have the facilities here to deal with them."

"Hey!" Kyle protested, apparently not liking the sound of custody at all.

"I don't think so, General," Hannibal said, seeing Ted scowling too. "These are my prisoners. I've got a plan to take them back to hand over to the military police."

"Ah, a spectacular set piece climax to your mission. Something which Miss Allen will doubtless cover extensively for her newspaper," Stockwell said. "However I can't allow it. I don't believe you have appropriate containment facilities on your ship, Colonel."

"That's my problem."

"And it's my duty to override your orders." He looked over at Maggie. "Dr Sullivan, I can offer you transport off Ganymede."

Hannibal wanted to plead with her to stay, to leave with the team instead, but he kept his emotions in check and spoke calmly.

"Maggie, if you want to leave, then let us take you. Don't go with..." He glanced between Stockwell and Kyle. "Them."

Because it was "them", Hannibal knew. Kyle would be a prisoner for no longer than it took Stockwell to lecture him and then he'd be set up in some other out of the way place ready for the next job.

Maggie looked back at Hannibal. I'd do it, he thought. Take her wherever she wants to go and drop her off. If that's what she wants. Surely she can't stay with Kyle, not when she has a real chance to leave. She must have left him at least once before, Hannibal guessed, to live in Galileo City, to be part of that community, long before Kyle had her working as his spy. Yet her trips over to his base showed he still had an emotional hold over her.

"I'm sorry, John." She looked away from Hannibal, to Stockwell. "I want to leave with you." She held up her still chained wrist.

Stockwell nodded at a soldier, not wasting time finding out who had the key. The soldier stepped up to her and set his weapon on low power, used it as a cutting tool, severed the chain. The manacle still on her wrist, Maggie walked over to stand beside Kyle, who bent and took hold of the trailing chain. When he straightened up, he smirked at Hannibal.

Red mist filled Hannibal's vision and he surged forward, but BA and Murdock grabbed him when the soldiers started shouting for him to back off. He stood, still restrained, still glaring at Kyle as he heard Stockwell giving orders over his communicator.

"Colonel Smith," Stockwell said. "The field is yours. You can keep this facility and Mr Kyle's ship."

"Are we supposed to believe you're just going to retreat and leave these people alone?" Hannibal gave a harsh laugh, bitter; because he knew they'd won a battle, but could never win this war.

"Perhaps I've been impatient." Stockwell gave a small shrug. "I may simply wait a few years and do business with Mr Lambert instead. He should own most of the place by then."

"I hate people who know everything," Murdock muttered.

"Goodbye, ladies, gentlemen," Stockwell said, then spoke into his communicator. "Now."

Stockwell, Kyle and Maggie and all of the soldiers started to sparkle, frozen in place and then they were gone.

She was gone.