Rescue Mission - It's a TRAP

[notjustaface]

Leaving Canada was about the hardest thing he'd done yet - harder still knowing that they were all flying into heavy enemy territory where not only would there be insurgents breathing down their necks there would almost certainly be a US Military ambush to capture them.

The mission itself was straightforward, two non-combatant civilians (reporters, Hannibal thinks) were captured three months before and being held in a camp a few miles outside of Baghdad. Three teams had already been sent in to extract them; two came back wounded and empty-handed, the third didn't come back at all. By Hannibal's reckoning the problem was that they were sending in too many people and taking the small compound through a single strategy - the first by air, the second full frontal, the third undercover. The real trick - and the trick to getting out of the trap - was to divide forces.

Hannibal goes in undercover, giving BA just enough time to create a nice explosive distraction for Face to set up with a sniper rifle and start taking out anyone that stands between the prisoners and the gates - no matter whose uniform they're wearing. Murdock had the most important job of all; air support. He'd have to wait undetected as close as possible before coming in and laying down enough cover to get everyone safely in the chopper before getting them the hell out of there... while being shot at.

"Think we can pull this off?" Face whispers quietly as they load magazines together in the relative privacy of their tent - less than two hours before going in.

Comments

[notjustaface]

"Any idea where we're headed?" He's the boss' right hand man on those sorts of things, but right now Hannibal's not exactly happy with him so there's no telling when he'll know what the next step is.

[notthatcrazy]

"No idea," he sighs again.

"Should probably go find him and see what's up."

[notjustaface]

Squeezing his hand tight, Face lets out a soft sound of protest.

"Nah, man... we'll figure it out soon enough. Stay here."

He doesn't want to be alone right now.

[notthatcrazy]

The needy little sound seems to break down some unseen barrier, and he finally lets himself rest. The cot's really not meant for two people, but he tries not to take up too much room.

"Always."

He sighs again, burying his face in his partner's neck.

"Tell me everything's gonna be okay?"

He feels like he shouldn't be so worked up over things, but it's still nice to hear reassurance.

[notjustaface]

The cot squeals under their combined weight, but holds sure and he presses small kisses to the top of Murdock's head.

"It's gonna be okay," he murmurs, teasing his fingers through the curls at the nape of Murdock's neck. "This'll all be over some day."

[notthatcrazy]

He's comforted by the simple gesture, letting out the stress of the day in long, slow, shaky breaths.

He doesn't want to leave this spot until he has to. Hannibal can find them when it's time to get moving again.

[notjustaface]

"Hey, you did good..." He continues the gentle stroke, sleepy fingers catching and tugging a little harder than he means to.

"You got in there and got everyone out without blinking an eye or letting that chopper fall apart. No simple task, man."

[notthatcrazy]

He doesn't mind the occasional tugging. It's keeping him from getting too lost inside his own head.

"Doesn't feel like it."

[notjustaface]

"You did what you had to do."

He wraps his free arm over his partner, squeezing as best he can before adding; "Don't worry about it, it'll blow over. Boss'll get over it."

[notthatcrazy]

He hasn't gotten over it since the last two times they had the same discussion. But he doesn't feel like arguing about it.

"Get some rest. We'll be going soon."