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Summary: The team write their Christmas cards. 1,000 words long.
Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team. I don’t make any money from this.
Warnings: Mention of eggnog. (Yuk.)
"How many have you done, Murdock?" Face asked, frowning at the very small stack of sealed envelopes at Murdock's elbow. If two envelopes could be called a stack.
"Um, three. Including this one." Murdock said, nodding at the Christmas card he had in front of him.
"Three? In an hour?" Face sighed. It was like this every year, he ended up doing all the work. Though this year it seemed that BA and Hannibal were finally pulling their weight. Face had cleverly given BA the task of writing the cards to the kids they'd helped out. This had aroused far more enthusiasm in him than he usually displayed when this annual chore came around.
"Is that as fast as you can go?" Face asked Murdock. "You need to pick up the pace a little if we want these things delivered in time for this Christmas."
"But, Face," Murdock protested. "I'm Murdock, the crazy man! I can’t just write 'Seasons Greetings'. I have to come up with something wacky and hilarious. Something uniquely…" he kissed the tips of his fingers. "Murdockian. After all I have a reputation to maintain."
"You got a reputation as a fool." BA muttered, not looking up.
let's see what piece of wacky hilarity you've come up with for…" he
checked the envelope Murdock had already written for the card. "The
"'Have a fizzy merry Christmas'." Face read out. BA and Hannibal looked at Murdock. "That’s the lamest thing I ever heard." Face said. Murdock grabbed the card back.
"It's not finished," he said defensively. "And the other two were funnier."
"Murdock," Face said, "Forget the funnies. Just write a quick standard message. Like, well let's see what BA has written here for… oh Maria." He smiled, remembering the adorable little Mexican girl, whose mother they had rescued while smashing a people smuggling racket. "'Maria, have a happy Christmas, be a good girl, eat your greens, drink your milk, listen to your mother and study hard…'" Face gave a sigh. "BA, it's Christmas, a kid doesn't want a lecture in their card."
BA scowled and took the card back.
"Yeah, and who eats greens at Christmas?" Murdock said.
Murdock, just work faster, okay?"
Face said. They all worked in
silence for a while, except for
After a while BA stretched out his cramped hand. "Why we gotta write all these darn cards every year anyway? Even my Mama don’t write this many and I think she sends a card to everyone she ever met."
networking, BA," Face said, ready with his annually repeated
explanation. "All these former
clients that we helped out might one day be in a position to help us. Like with Maggie Sullivan. We help her against a motorcycle gang and now
we show up in Bad Rock every time one of us gets a hang nail." He stared meaningfully at
Face said, "Just thinking about how cautious you've become lately. Any of us has even a minor injury and you
want Maggie to check it out just in case it's more serious than it
appears." BA and Murdock were
me for looking out for my team."
"Anyway, like I said, networking." No one was paying Face any attention, but he had never let that deter him from talking. "We keep in touch with our former clients, keep them sweet. Then we have a network of contacts all over the country and even abroad, ready to help us out." He nodded to himself. "Very smart tactic of mine." He realised he was falling behind even Murdock in the number of cards written so went back to work.
An hour later they were done. They all sat back complaining about how stiff they were, but all the names were ticked off the list. Face gathered up the stacks of envelopes.
guys, thanks for all the work," he said, extending the 'keeping them
sweet' tactic to the team as well as their network. They wandered off to start raiding Face's
fridge. Face glanced at the envelopes as
he collected them. He frowned at
tell me," said Face. "You're
writing to mock and taunt all the bad guys we've put away? And to Lynch and Decker to
needle them about not catching us?
You know there's such as thing as gloating,
Face shook his
head in exasperation. No wonder
"Hey, Face." Murdock asked. "You got any eggnog?"
"Aw, but writing all those cards put me in the Christmas spirit. You must have eggnog."
Face glanced out of the window at the blazing sunshine. "Murdock, you do know it's actually still only September, don't you?"
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