"Told you..." he groans, closing his eyes when BA hoists him up on his shoulders and Hannibal takes the side that took a graze, dragging him toward the helicopter short behind Murdock.

"Yeah, yeah... you're fine and you're bleeding on my favorite jacket." Hannibal groans.

"Mangled his hand too." BA interjects; "Not broken."

"Well, you made it out of the fashion bracelets at least."

"Yeah..." Face coughs, crying out with the tear of pain through his gut, "would have been nice if you guys could have been maybe five minutes ahead of schedule."