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Summary: Murdock must face an old enemy.
Warnings: Drama, angst, violence, cursing. Torture. Death of a supporting character.
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the A-Team.
Copyright: Sarah Diaz 2003
Oh yes please. Let them roll!
Murdock was tired. Hell,
he was beyond tired. He actually lacked the energy to have his usual bantering
conversation with BA! Leaning his head back he closed his eyes and tried to
shut out the uneasy feeling heĎd had for a few days now.
The Team had sprung
him three weeks ago out of the VA for a "quick" job. Just find a
kidnapped kid, rescue her, and bag the bad guys. In and out in three to five
He looked over at Face as his soft voice drifted through his troubled mind. Answering the unasked question in FaceĎs blue eyes he gave him a quick, reassuring smile and took in his surroundings. They were parked in front of a 24 hr. diner. BA and Hannibal were already at the front door, waiting for them to join them. Thankful for the stop he quickly followed Face out of the van, and stretched like a cat, once on the outside. Noticing that it was nearly dawn he suddenly felt very hungry. Not surprising, it was nearly 18 hours since they had last eaten a little of the few rations they had had left in the van.
The diner was not very
different from others. It had the same cheap tables, chairs and decoration,
same type of grumpy manager. Nonetheless the welcoming smile of the serving
girl was refreshing.
And a man he couldn't quite figure out. Something about him made Murdock uneasy. Not that he looked out of place. Jeans, Pullover, Jacket. About his height, light brown hair. Normally he wouldn't stand out of a group, but there was just something in his posture, the atmosphere around him, that was off. After observing the man a little longer he stood up and excused himself from the others. He needed to get air, to move. And he wanted to take a look at the surrounding area. The bad feeling was back with full force. Twenty years of military service had taught him to trust his instincts. And now, they were telling him that they should leave the area immediately. But before alerting his comrades he needed to make sure all of this wasn't some wild ride of his imagination.
He never noticed the
concerned eyes that followed his retreating back outside. "What's up with
the fool? I don't like it when he is so - so silent." At the incredible
looks shot his way, BA shrugged his shoulders. "Don't like his crazy talk,
but something's always up when he is in this mood. And it normally ain't good."
Face's smile died at these last words. Sighing he looked out from the doorway
Murdock had disappeared through, then to his CO who, with a speaking glance,
silently asked him, if he knew what was up with Murdock. "I don't know
That hurt him. He and Murdock were very close. There was a special bond between him and the crazy pilot that had been there since the very beginning. After all these years he trusted him with his heart and soul, which was very difficult for an abandoned orphan who had learned early to trust nothing and no one. It was easy to talk to Murdock. He was an excellent listener and would never betray the trust placed in him, and Face liked to think, that this worked both ways. But either, Murdock didn't think so too, or he just wasn't ready yet. Yeah, that was probably it. Hopefully....
Immediately after stepping out Murdock headed to the Van, making sure he wasn't observed, he got his gun, pushing it into the waistband on his back, it was barely covered by his beloved jacket. Then he casually surveyed the surroundings while pretending to stretch his legs a little. Nothing seemed out of order. There were a few trucks, an expensive black BMW and a normal green VW that surely belonged to the mysterious man. There were only a few houses around, all still quiet. He couldn't find anyone observing the diner or spying on them. In fact, the street was deserted. Still he lingered a few more moments near the van, trying to calm his growing apprehension. Everything in him screamed danger. Finally he made his way back inside the diner. Opening the door with a last wary look back, as he entered. And bumped right into the last person he wanted to see. Mr. Mystery himself. Cursing himself for his lack of attention he began to apologize. But the words died on his lips when he met the cold grey eyes of his opponent. Eyes, that he well knew, he would recognize in every disguise, because they had followed him in his nightmares for the past twenty years.
Looking up into the grey eyes of his enemy he saw nothing other than evil and enjoyment at seeing the tortured men kneeing before him. Then his voice, smooth and without a touch of humanity in it softly ordered: "Kill the blonde. I never liked them much."
Within seconds the sound of a knife cutting a throat was heard.
Murdock saw the same recognition flare for a second in his eyes before they shut down. Like his own had. They measured each other silently for a moment, before he calmly said: "Sorry, wasnít paying attention." "No problem," was the reply in a similar calm tone. And he left. Murdock stood there for a moment before making his way back to his friends.
They had watched the entire strange encounter between the two men, and they didn't like at all how it had affected their already disturbed pilot. His face, which was usually easily read, was now a blank mask. No emotion showed in his eyes. His whole body language had changed to that of a full combat soldier on high alert. Shocked they noticed also that he was now armed. But before they could ask him what the hell was wrong with him he cut them off.
"We need to
leave. ASAP. There's a gasoline station down the road.
Meet me there in 15 minutes. I'll take care of the bill." With that he
sauntered over to the counter, leaving a very baffled group behind. They were
well trained soldiers, so they pushed their questions aside and followed his
instructions and hurriedly left the diner.
Hearing the sound of the van leaving, Murdock cautiously stepped outside again. The green VW wasn't there anymore, confirming his suspicion that it belonged to this bastard. He could feel that the man was still around, out of site, spying on him. Falling back on his training he made his way unnoticed to BA's baby. Oh, he knew very well that this would not fool his hunter, as it was pretty obvious he had to belong to the black and red van, but hey, where was the fun in this?
Once safe inside the
car he was met with three inquiring stares. "Care to enlighten us?" "Just thought something was off about this place. Gave me the creeps. Don't worry
So Lamonte was alive. He wasn't as surprised as one would think. After all, if he had survived the big explosion, why not Lamonte too? Like himself he was well trained to survive. But what was he doing here? What danger would come from him? Well, they both had an old account to settle with each other. And Lamonte, who loved the hunt, would never ignore the recent events. He would come after him, his hatred for him far too great to let his prey get away. Now he had a new trail to follow. And Murdock would be prepared for him, he would turn the hunt around, so Lamonte himself would be the hunted. Just like before, except this time, only one of them would win this deadly game.
"Wake up fool! Weíre here! Will you and that non existent dog of yours leave my van already?"
"Jeez BA, donít you remember? Billy didnít want to come. You know, I think he has a nice little lady dog† somewhere. Perhaps I can convince him to introduce her properly to the family. What do you think Faceman? A nice little barbeque party at the beach where they can romp in the sand and water and eat lots of burgers and hotdogs? And then"
"Ahrg! Shut up! Thereís no Billy, no lady dog† and thereís sure as hell not going to be no beach party!"
"Temper, temper, my big old mudsucker friend."
"Guys, please, have some mercy on us and stop bickering like an old married couple!"
Before BA could say anything
in return to Faceís unbelievable insinuation
"Nah, thatís ok. Richter has me enlisted as a study subject for one of his projects with his students, along with a few of my other crazy neighbors. Iíll be somewhere up in the hills for about two weeks. Once Iím back Iíll let you know."
"Ok, enjoy the rest."
"Yeah, bye guys!"
With that Murdock left his friends and made his way to the window of his room, that as always had been left open and he silently slipped inside, where he promptly let his bag fall to the floor, kicked it under his bed. He picked up his phone and dialed the familiar number. Confirming the request for identification he typed in his code. Finally he heard the signal tone, inviting him to leave his message.
"Mac, itís . I just met the Easter Bunny. Are you up to searching his nest for Easter eggs?"
Checking the time he assumed he would have about three hours until his session with the doc. After taking a quick shower and changing into black pants and shirt he let himself fall onto his bed. Closing his eyes in a futile attempt to finally get some sleep. The memories he had so far successfully pushed aside invaded his head.
They were in the
conference room in
Hamlet, excellent work in
"Donít they produce technology for NASA?"
"Thatís right , and
they are working together with the Air Force on the Space shuttle. But we suspect
that these two men are in fact working for the enemy. This is Ray Whiteman, 43
years old, married, one son, 17 years old. He is the head of the company and
holds the reins in his hands. We discovered a bank account in his sonís name in
"Weíre not sure. ItĎs your job to find
that out. We need to know for whom they work and what exactly they are
planning. Your mission is to infiltrate Erocyteís
As they made their way out of
" NASA Hamlet! Can you imagine that? The N * A * S * A!!!! Who knows, perhaps Iíll land on the moon in the end!"
"Yeah you wish. Calm down a little . Better concentrate on the bad guys and what they have in mind for our astronauts."
"Youíre no fun Hamlet. Just because we have to bag a few Russians or whatever doesnít mean I canít enjoy myself a little with the Shuttle."
"Oh, Iím a lot of fun. In fact, IĎm going home now and then call up a nice hot babe to have a little fun with. You just go home and indulge in your abnormal obsession with aircraft."
"Ahrg, youíre sick. Could you please wipe that disgusting cocky grin off your face? Before I have to gag, if you donít mind?"
Hamlet laughed out loud. "Oh, and who is no fun, now? See you later partner. Sweet dreams with your ladies."
"That I will surely have. Donít be too disappointed when the hot babes turn you down because of your dumbness."
"Me and my glorious looks? Dream on! Bye!" Called Hamlet walking away, the sun shining on his blond hair.
A knock was heard before an orderly came in, shaking Murdock out of his memories. Surprised he noticed, that only an hour had passed. "Richter wants to see you. Come on, Iíll take you to his office."
"Thanks Todd, but thatís really not necessary. After all I have Billy here with me to escort and lead me to the wise man. Heíll protect me from the evil baddies on the way."
"Iím sure of that Murdock, but you know the procedure. And this way, I can protect Billy, hmm, what do you think old boy?"
"Youíre sure? Ok, Billy is all right with that. Well, then letís go."
Once outside Richterís office, Murdock kneeled down to pat Billyís head. "Now boy, why donít you go with Todd here. And if youíre a good dog Iím sure he has a nice juicy bone for you, havenít you?"
"Sure. Come on Billy. Iíll see you later to take you back to your room."
Murdock just nodded and entered the docís inner sanctuary.
"Murdock, how are you?"
"Oh, you know, like always. Peachy and fine."
"And the A-Team?"
Murdock sighed a little and shook his head, "You know, this obsession with those guys is starting to worry me. Are you sure youíre really the psychiatrist here and not the patient? I hardly think itís sane to fantasize about some superheroes, saving the world."
"Oh I know theyíre very real. Donít worry about me. Back to business: this order just came through. A car is waiting. He will take you to your meeting point with Macbeth as soon as possible."
"Ok thanks. I must say, Iím really looking forward to this little project of yours. It just makes my existence worthwhile to play lab rat for your studies. And two weeks up in the hills! Thatís like a vacation. Iím sure the other lunatics can barely wait for it too."
"Well yes Murdock. Iím glad you like it so much. Youíre really a big help for them. Now I suggest you go back to your room and pack for the vacation. Weíll see you there."
"All right. Later then."
Stepping out of the office, he was greeted by Todd.
"So, was Billy a brave little dog?"
"Sorry Murdock, I think he escaped me Ė again."
"Donít worry. Heís already pulled this with me too many times to count. I think he has a little lady somewhere, but so far he hasnít told me anything about her. He probably wants to make sure itís really serious, before he introduces her to me. Have you seen him around nice looking dog?"
"Sorry no. Here we are. Have a nice time up the hills."
"That I will. Oh and Todd, could you watch after Billy a little when he showís up?"
"Donít worry. Bye!Ą
Once back in his room
he headed over to his closet and retrieved his black bag. He shouldered it and
slipped out the window. Keeping in the shadows he made his way to the waiting
"Sir. Nice to see you. Where to?"
"Holŗ Charlie. The airport please."
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