A brief chuckle left Murdock’s voice as Face stumbled into the cockpit with a nervous manner to him. In his usual tone he replied back to his comrade as he attempted to steady the plane as the right wing had lost a piece of metal that had been hastily welded on during a cheap repair job. It hadn’t been Murdock’s fault— after all, it was [i]Face[/i] who secured the plane. If you buy cheap, expect to fly cheap. On the flip side however, the plane was unmarked and sold on the DL so the military probably was still snooping around in their previous location for them. Then again, the plane was still beginning to fall apart like Murdock had presumed. He had [i]tied[/i] to warn Face, but the kid kept interjecting him on the subject. This had to be the plane, no question— it would also be the last plane they flew on if not for the fact Murdock could fly half-a-plane.

“[color=gold]I prefer the term rapidly decelerating.[/color]” 

Murdock let out another snicker before letting out an in-character quotation from the 1957 film, Zero Hour.

“[color=gold]Our survival hinges on one thing! Finding someone who not only can fly this plane, but didn't have fish for dinner.[/color]” 

Another squeal of cracking metal, in a few minutes their right propeller was going to snap right off. Murdock knew it. Murdock shot a wide grin to Face as he tried to lower the plane to a [i]reasonable[/i] spot to [i]crash land[/i] the old junker. The comment about B.A. was true— but Murdock knew she was on heavy tranquilizers so unless they wore off early that wasn’t going to be a problem. The only problem he had to deal with was his “co-pilot” sweating and panicking. This was nothing new, before the A-Team he had safely landed a plane that had been hit by a SAM strike with [i]no casualties[/i], so unless he was super incompetent today there was no way this was going to be the way they went out.  

It wasn’t going to be a smooth landing, for sure.