 purpose - bringing Wrenn down.
Finally, with several stacks of folders on the floor, and BA at the point of shoving them down Face's throat, Hannibal called a halt.
"Face, enough is enough. There's no way we can decode all these things. Bad enough we have to deal with Wrenn in there. His housekeeper's about ready to mutiny."
Face looked puzzled. "His housekeeper?" Damn it. There was that look again - Harry making his presence known. "Oh, her. She'll be alright. Just don't let her out." He calmly went back to his work.
"Face!" Murdock's outrage beat Hannibal to the punch. "She's an old lady!"
Face looked at him impatiently. "She's not that old, Murdock. And she wasn't hurt, after all."
Time to defuse.
"Okay, old or not, hurt or not, we have to get out of here - soon. 
Face sighed. "Why don't you guys take a break and I'll start decoding."
"You're sure you can find what we need in this mess?"
Face smiled with grim satisfaction. "I can pull enough out of just those three files to prove Wrenn was dealing in drugs and weapons theft in Nam. That ought to be enough to pique the military's interest - and make them doubt any statements Wrenn might make against us. Shouldn't take more than a couple hours."
"All right. You get what you need decoded, but," he glanced at his watch, "you've got two hours, no more. Then we're out of here. Period." He looked at the others. "Go bring the van and get it loaded. I'll write down all the details of the codes and filing system, and we'll leave it all where they can't miss it. The Army will have the right people to handle it from there. We'll give them a call when we're a long way from here."
BA and Murdock almost immediately started for the door. As Hannibal followed, Face called him back.
"Wrenn's still alive." Statement, not question.
"Okay. That's what it was, then."
Hannibal almost asked, then thought better of it, and left Face to his decoding. But until they were ready to leave, someone would be sitting outside Wrenn's door.
You must finish things. Now. Before he stops you.
Not yet. I have to finish this first.
Why? He gonna be dead. 
Face forced himself to ignore him. Dead or not, Wrenn's reputation had to be destroyed, his actions in Nam exposed, along with whatever the hell he'd been up to Stateside. No matter what Wrenn had in the team's files, the Army could claim they were faked. Only exposing all of Wrenn's corruption, both then and now, would give the team an unassailable defense.
He had to destroy Wrenn, in every sense of the word.
He went back to work, shifting his makeshift charts quickly, jotting down names, dates, places, amounts. Every now and then, he would reach too far, move too quickly, and be forcefully reminded of that cut across his stomach. He was less and less inclined to accept BA's explanation for that, but still not quite remembering how it had really happened. He sighed. He knew eventually Harry would fill him in, and in great detail.
Not sure what he'd do then.
Hannibal glanced down the hall, got a nod from Murdock, now sitting in front of Wrenn's door. He had a book open in his lap, but it was mainly for show. Just found a quiet place to read, should a certain lieutenant come his way.
Hannibal went looking for BA, who'd taken a cautious walk around the perimeter, watching how often patrol cars went by, planning their departure. He found him at the back door, cleaning up the cigar remains with a paper towel, shaking his head at Hannibal's carelessness. They knew they'd eventually be identified - no reason to make it easy.
"Yeah. Gotta make a sweep of the house, too."
"Right. Murdock and I can handle that - I need you to figure out how to lock up Wrenn and that housekeeper. I haven't found any keys for the bedrooms. And you need to do it quietly - I don't want them to know until long after we leave."
For the first time since they'd left LA, BA smiled. Just a little.
He didn't know how long he'd been working when there was a knock at the door, and Hannibal stepped in.
Interesting, that knock...
"Face? One more hour, no more."
"It won't take an hour for me to finish things."
Hannibal looked at him for a long moment before nodding and walking out, leaving the door open.
Face quickly finished the notations, and began his next quest. The idea had come to him not long after he'd started decoding, and the more he thought about it, the better he liked it. He hoped Wrenn had a copy - was quite sure he did. In that one binder he'd made sure had been pulled, without telling them whose it was, specifically asking BA to get it. He didn't want to take a chance on Hannibal figuring it out. It would definitely go with the team, but not until he'd gone through it.
He stood, painfully, pushing past the spasm. Ignore it. He had to look in that file. Make sure.
He had to find Morrison's signature.
Hannibal had set Murdock to clearing out Wrenn's bedroom, solemnly promising to help when he got done with the rest of the house. Murdock clearly wasn't happy about it, and no one could blame him for that, but someone had to stay between Wrenn and Face. Hannibal still wasn't sure Face wouldn't remember who had tied him up earlier and saw no point adding possible fuel to the fire.
Hannibal had just finished wiping down the pinball machine when BA came in, frustration making his usual scowl even more intimidating.
"Hannibal, that A-hole don't have one tool in that garage! Not one! What man doesn't have at least a hammer or -"
"Settle down, BA. What exactly do you need?"
"I need a vise, and a hammer, and a metal saw."
Hannibal sighed. He thought they could improvise on the tools, but it didn't sound like the quiet he'd wanted, and he said as much.
"I'll work in the garage - nobody'll hear anything. Not like I'm building a damn tank!"
"Okay, okay. Let's take a look in the kitchen - and you can tell me exactly what you're planning."
"It's simple, Hannibal. Break the handle off a kitchen fork and bend the tines. Then you just stick the tines in next to the latch button when you close the door and shove the handle in between the tines." He shrugged. "Can't nobody open the door from the inside; they gotta be able to pull that handle out."
Hannibal grinned. Leave it to BA to know about this shit...
It took only moments to find the meat tenderizer, a perfect substitute for the hammer. The saw was a definite problem, until BA noted he could probably do without it if they could find something for the vise. They found and discarded several kitchen tools before Hannibal spotted the perfect replacement, and held it up triumphantly.
"That, BA, is a gourmet vise-style nutcracker." He quickly demonstrated how it worked, and BA shook his head, grinning.
"A couple years stationed in France, BA. Can't help but pick up a few useful cooking ideas over there."
BA chuckled as he grabbed forks from the drawer. "Should have these ready in no time, Hannibal."
"Great. Just remember to wipe you fingerprints off."
BA nodded and headed once again for the garage. Hannibal smiled until he looked at the stack of dishes still sitting on the counter. They'd have to be hand-washed - he wouldn't trust the dishwasher to remove fingerprints. He glanced in the direction of Wrenn's bedroom, sighed, and started filling the sink.
Even Murdock had his limits.
Face carefully folded the precious papers into his pocket. Two really good samples, one rather scribbled, but it would work. He wasn't going to be actually copying them, after all, so seeing a scribble could only help. There'd been a couple others in the binders, but he left them. Didn't want Hannibal getting suspicious, after all. And he did not need more interference from that front.
Which reminded him...
He stepped carefully to the door, hand resting lightly on his stomach. He wasn't sure he'd even be able to do this. He had no weapons any more, other than his bare hands. Not that that would be a problem. It would no doubt hurt like hell, having to hold Wrenn down while he finished the job, but he didn't consider that a problem, either.
No, the real problem was he just didn't feel like killing him now. There was no thrumming in his head, no excitement building. There was nothing. And yet he knew he had to do it.
Shit. He couldn't even remember why, now. Hannibal would get the Army in here, looking at all these files, and Wrenn would be history. He'd be right where he'd put