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By Leia Fee
SUMMARY: Response to the Christmas Carol challenge on the A-Team Storyboard to write a story based on a carol but without naming it.
"We're lost, man." B.A. sat down stubbornly at the edge of the field and rang water from the bottoms of his pants. "You got us lost."
"Now, B.A, that's not
"Hey!" Face turned in protest. He too was wet to the knees from their wade through the stream, which had proved a lot livelier and deeper than it had looked in the fading sunlight. He shifted the backpack on his shoulders. "Anyway I don't see why I should navigate and carry this lot."
B.A. interrupted before the debate could go any further.
"We got to get going. Those golddiggers are gonna be straight after us once they know we gone."
Face grimaced. "Yeah. You know,
B.A snorted and climbed back to his feet.
B.A. nodded. "Ain't getting nothing down here, that for certain."
Face surveyed the wooded hill ahead. "But that's a mountain! Not to mention a forest. You want us to hike up through that?"
Face muttered under his
breath but didn't protest further and once they were in the woods he had to
concede it wasn't so bad. As
The trees thinned as they
neared the top of the hill and gave way to rugged moorland.
"B.A, see if you can get the radio working. Face, start getting some firewood together. We may have to stop out tonight."
When he got back to the others B.A. was shaking his head. "It's busted man. Can't fix it in the dark."
Face nodded agreement and rummaged in his pack for matches. Inevitably they were buried right at the bottom and his search was not helped by B.A.'s commentary on the contents of the pack.
"What you carrying all this stuff for, Faceman? Ain't no wonder your pack weighs twice as much as the rest." He picked up a bottle and looked at it with an expression somewhere between disgust and amusement. "Mouthwash?"
Face snatched it back. "What? You expect me talk people into lending us jeeps and mining equipment and goodness knows what else, when my breath smells like last week's cat litter?"
B.A. giggled, an incongruous sound in the bleak surroundings, and shook his head.
Face finally located the matches and returned his attention to the fire, which before long, was flickering away merrily. The sweet scent of burning spruce drifted, like incense, in the evening sky.
Face stared into the
firelight and didn't notice
Face looked up and followed
"Too bright for a
"Planet?" Face suggested.
B.A. got up and moved from the light of the fire for a clearer view.
"Ain't no star, nor no planet," he said. "That's a plane."
A moment later the bright white point was joined by red and green ones to either side and it became obvious that B.A. was right. In another moments the sound of engine and propeller was audible and growing quickly louder.
Face grinned. "Looks like Murdock came looking for us."
No one contradicted him. It could only be Murdock--certainly no one else would have been likely to fly quite so low to the trees. Particularly not with the plane inverted so they could wave out of the canopy.
Face waved back and Murdock pulled up and banked steeply overhead to fly back the way he had come.
like we have a guide."
They headed off in the direction indicated with Murdock doing laps overhead to keep them on course.
After about an hour's walking and two more hills they glimpsed the first light from a town at the head of the valley.
As they approached the first houses, Murdock passed above them once more, waggled his wings in greeting and turned away towards the small airstrip where they'd landed the day before.
As the prop noise died away, Face could here distantly the sound of bellringers at the other end of the street breaking into the Hallelujah Chorus.
"Well, I guess should have brought a Christmas tree after all."
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