There's more to be said, but he's not exactly the one who can say it. Instead, he sighs and slams the door behind him.
"What's the plan?" He demands, catching Hannibal just outside the bedroom door. "He's been off for a month."
"What plan?" Hannibal shakes his head; "This was on you..."
He can't handle the blame game - the dance of alpha males trying to hash out who dropped the fucking ball when in the long run it doesn't even matter. "Fine, no plan. Good. Fine."
"We'll figure something out..."
Pacing back toward the kitchen - he withdraws the gun from his waistband, gripping the weight eagerly to help himself focus. "No, you're right. This is my mess... I'll sort it out. You just... just keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself."
"That bad?"
Face's lips go slack, his eyes burning as he squeezes the grip tighter. "The last time I saw a guy that looked like that was back in my first tour - right before he blew his brains out."
Hannibal frowns; "So what's your plan, then?"
It takes a long moment to come up with anything short of dragging Murdock into the emergency room. "I don't know. I could hit a pharmacy. Catch them when it's slow, right before lunch or after locking up. My rap sheet already looks like I belong on America's Most Wanted, may as well add armed robbery to the list."
"Don't be stupid."
"You got a better plan?" He sighs, letting out an anxious, frustrated laugh. "Because I'm kinda at a loss here."
"What about the hospital?"
Face snorts, pointing the gun at the floor as he strokes over the trigger guard. "Yeah, where the second they put his blood in the system he'll be handcuffed to federal marshals until they can lock him up in a ward so tight even the mice have ID."
"It's an option."
"It's a bad one. We're not going through that again, we've been on the run too long to just let him go back to being a prisoner."
But, Hannibal's been thinking and soon enough that soft shine of insight crosses his face and he walks toward the kitchen, pouring another cup of coffee before stating; "Armed robbery is messy... too many ways it could go wrong. But if you could get into a hospital dispensary..."
"You want me to break into a hospital?" Face's brow wrinkles, but he sets aside the weapon in favor of the warm mug Hannibal's pushing toward him.
"Walk in plain clothes as a visitor, obtain a uniform and badge... some way to obscure your face from the cameras..."
His eyes widen slowly, drinking in the jazz more than the bitter coffee. "I could easily grab two or three months worth."
"You'll need more than that - his file should have some notes about what they used the last time he had an episode. We need the same thing."
"Fine, break out his file."
A slow, almost awkward smile crosses Hannibal's lips; "I haven't had his file since Germany."
"Then why bring it up?" Face sighs, staring down into the mug; "We'll just ride it out, detox until the meds kick back in."
"I'm not going to risk making it even harder on him." He pauses again before suggesting; "It'll have to be the VA, downtown. They'll have his records in the computer system."
"Wait, wait... so your bright idea is to waltz into a military hospital, steal a disguise, log into their computers to pull up his information without getting caught and then wipe out their pharmacy? Have you lost you mind? Why don't we just put up a big neon sign that says; 'Come Meet the A-Team'! I'm thinking armed robbery is a little less risky here."
Hannibal shrugs; "We'll skip town tonight."
"And the job?"
"We'll scrub the job and come back in a few weeks after the heat's died down."
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Date: 2013-05-04 09:16 pm (UTC)"What's the plan?" He demands, catching Hannibal just outside the bedroom door. "He's been off for a month."
"What plan?" Hannibal shakes his head; "This was on you..."
He can't handle the blame game - the dance of alpha males trying to hash out who dropped the fucking ball when in the long run it doesn't even matter. "Fine, no plan. Good. Fine."
"We'll figure something out..."
Pacing back toward the kitchen - he withdraws the gun from his waistband, gripping the weight eagerly to help himself focus. "No, you're right. This is my mess... I'll sort it out. You just... just keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself."
"That bad?"
Face's lips go slack, his eyes burning as he squeezes the grip tighter. "The last time I saw a guy that looked like that was back in my first tour - right before he blew his brains out."
Hannibal frowns; "So what's your plan, then?"
It takes a long moment to come up with anything short of dragging Murdock into the emergency room. "I don't know. I could hit a pharmacy. Catch them when it's slow, right before lunch or after locking up. My rap sheet already looks like I belong on America's Most Wanted, may as well add armed robbery to the list."
"Don't be stupid."
"You got a better plan?" He sighs, letting out an anxious, frustrated laugh. "Because I'm kinda at a loss here."
"What about the hospital?"
Face snorts, pointing the gun at the floor as he strokes over the trigger guard. "Yeah, where the second they put his blood in the system he'll be handcuffed to federal marshals until they can lock him up in a ward so tight even the mice have ID."
"It's an option."
"It's a bad one. We're not going through that again, we've been on the run too long to just let him go back to being a prisoner."
But, Hannibal's been thinking and soon enough that soft shine of insight crosses his face and he walks toward the kitchen, pouring another cup of coffee before stating; "Armed robbery is messy... too many ways it could go wrong. But if you could get into a hospital dispensary..."
"You want me to break into a hospital?" Face's brow wrinkles, but he sets aside the weapon in favor of the warm mug Hannibal's pushing toward him.
"Walk in plain clothes as a visitor, obtain a uniform and badge... some way to obscure your face from the cameras..."
His eyes widen slowly, drinking in the jazz more than the bitter coffee. "I could easily grab two or three months worth."
"You'll need more than that - his file should have some notes about what they used the last time he had an episode. We need the same thing."
"Fine, break out his file."
A slow, almost awkward smile crosses Hannibal's lips; "I haven't had his file since Germany."
"Then why bring it up?" Face sighs, staring down into the mug; "We'll just ride it out, detox until the meds kick back in."
"I'm not going to risk making it even harder on him." He pauses again before suggesting; "It'll have to be the VA, downtown. They'll have his records in the computer system."
"Wait, wait... so your bright idea is to waltz into a military hospital, steal a disguise, log into their computers to pull up his information without getting caught and then wipe out their pharmacy? Have you lost you mind? Why don't we just put up a big neon sign that says; 'Come Meet the A-Team'! I'm thinking armed robbery is a little less risky here."
Hannibal shrugs; "We'll skip town tonight."
"And the job?"
"We'll scrub the job and come back in a few weeks after the heat's died down."