Warnings: Character hurt, Character death, thoughts of suicide, and angst to the max. Tissues may be needed.
"It's not good Mr. Peck. There is quite a bit of extensive damage to
your eyes. I don't think there's anything we can do." Dr. Sheldon
Face nodded solemnly but didn't say a word. Mrs. Baracas just patted
"General?" A voice said from the doorway. "You've got a phone call."
Stockwell left the room.
"So I'm going to be blind for the rest of my life?" Face finally
The doctor paused before answering. "Most likely."
`This day couldn't get any worse.' Face thought.
"Gentlemen." Stockwell said as he came back into the room. "I don't
know how to tell you this, but I have information on Captain Murdock."
"Where is he?" Face asked. "Did you find Hannibal."
"He's here in the hospital." Stockwell said.
"How is he?" Frankie asked.
Stockwell didn't say anything right away but Frankie didn't like the
look in Stockwell's eyes. "We found Murdock not too far away from
the warehouse. He was shot and unfortunately is dead."
Face didn't even try to stop the tears. `Not Murdock. Please let
him be wrong.'
"Where's Hannibal?" Mrs. Baracas asked in a shaky voice. She'd only
met Murdock once but she liked the man.
"His whereabouts are still unknown. But we are still looking for
him." Stockwell was a bit choked up himself. "I'm sorry gentlemen
and Mrs. Baracas." He said and left. Carla, who was battling her
own tears, following him out the door.
Mrs. Baracas did something that surprised Face. She held him in her
arms as he wept.
Frankie lay in his bed crying and feeling very alone.