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."
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Date: 2013-07-05 10:18 pm (UTC)"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."