For God's sake, do not drag me into another war! I am worn down, and worn out, with crusading and defending Europe, and protecting mankind; I must think a little of myself. - Sydney Smith
"I think we could help him out, Colonel. I know we're sposed to keep a low profile, but the way things are goin..."
They looked into the living room, where Face slouched in a chair. He'd just been rescued from yet another outrageous scam and was nursing his wounded pride.
Hannibal sighed. What BA proposed was exactly the kind of thing they were trained for, the sort of 'mission' they'd carried out time and time again in Nam. BA and Face were still young, restless, hating the weeks of inactivity and hiding. But Hannibal had already been through two wars. And then the betrayal, the courts martial, the escape...he was tired. Tired of the crap, tired of fighting...
He looked up at BA, waiting for the colonel's response. Hopeful. Eager. Ready. Hannibal looked at Face, still sitting morosely in the chair.
Maybe he could do it, just one more time.