Desperate times mean desperate measures, Murdock - man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Even if it means probably a broken ankle and bruised ribs.

"Captain... get her in the air." Hannibal says sternly; "That's an order!"

Pushing himself himself as hard as he can, Face's vision is a little blurry and he feels the sting of a bullet catching his body armor and then another cutting through the outside of his thigh.

"God damn it..." he growls loudly, launching himself for the open door to catch a strong and steady hand reaching out to him.

"I got him!" BA calls back in a somewhat drugged, but no less confident voice. "Come on man, get your ass in here before I drop you."