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The Invisible Men
Summary: A small
incident in the night in Vietnam. Hannibal begins to see that there's more to Face
than first impressions indicated.
Disclaimer: The A-Team doesn't belong to me. I don't
make any money from this.
Warning: One rude word.
The Invisible Men
Hannibal stood motionless against the wall, in the
deepest shadows, watching the camp. Men moved about. Very few of them now, it
was almost , most were in bed. The war seemed to have gone away
for a while, leaving the unit quiet, even bored. Hannibal was just thinking about going to the mess
for a cup of coffee when he realised there was movement, quite close to him. He
held his breath, and then let it out slowly. He looked for a long time at what
seemed to be an empty patch of shadow.
The shadow moved.
It was a man. It was the new lieutenant, Peck. The silver
tongued golden boy that the sergeants were already running a book on. Taking
bets on how long he would live. Hannibal watched in fascination as Peck slipped
through the darkness. He moved slowly, deceiving the eye. Like a cat, all
muscular potential and endless patience. Hannibal waited until Peck was so close that he
could have stuck out a foot to trip the man. Then he said, softly,
"Good morning, Lieutenant."
appeared to make a good try at leaping in the opposite direction to his skin.
He jumped at least six inches in the air. "Shit! What the…?" Then he
saw the Colonel and sprang to attention, saluted. "Sir!"
Hannibal fought to keep his laughter inside, though
feared he was suffering internal injures from the effort. He controlled his
voice and asked. "What are you doing, Lieutenant?"
slightly embarrassed. "I was – uh – trying to get from one end of the camp
to the other without being seen, sir."
"I see. Are
you bored, Lieutenant? Because I'm pretty sure I can find something for you to
sir." Peck said. "Moving undetected."
Hannibal smiled. "Ah. Very good, Peck."
so good, sir. You saw
me. And I didn’t see you." The lieutenant sounded disappointed.
"I know it
sounds contradictory." Hannibal offered as advice, "but try to be less stealthy. Guards are looking for stealthy
movement. Keep your movements more natural and they're less likely to see
sir." Peck said, nodding with a serious expression. After a moment he
said, "Erm, can I ask what you were doing, sir?"
"Practicing."Hannibal admitted. "The same
as you, being invisible.Though in one place."
He smiled at the eager young officer, who was hanging on his every word.
"Being invisible is a valuable combat skill, Peck. I'm glad to see you
working on it."
Peck puffed his
chest out with pride as the colonel praised his efforts.
also help you with your love life that I hear so much about." Hannibal said and once again had to control his
laughter as Peck blushed to the roots of his hair. He spared the lieutenant the
problem of how to answer that one as he spoke again. "Now, would you do me a favour and bring me a cup of coffee from the mess? I'll
be in my office. Your visibility during this mission is at your
Peck grinned and
saluted. "Yes, sir." He hurried off, highly
visibly. Hannibal smiled. He wondered if he could get a
piece of the action in that book the sergeants were running. They were giving
very long odds on Peck still being alive by Christmas. Hannibal decided he could make a serious killing
out of that.
He lit a cigar and
sighed. There was still paperwork to catch up on in his office. There always
was. He started to move out of the shadows. Then he paused a moment, looked
back. He saw nothing. Hannibal shrugged and strode off.
be going nuts. For a
moment he thought he heard someone whispering about 'white paper'.
In case you're wondering what the 'white paper' bit is all about it's a
reference to Murdock claiming in episode The Road to Hope that he can make
himself invisible by thinking about 'white paper'. If you knew that anyway
then… well, don't read this note, okay?