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Whatever Works

Whatever Works

By: Junkfoodmonkey

 

Rating: PG

Summary: Sometimes you just have to grab whatever's to hand

Disclaimer: The A-Team doesn’t belong to me, I'm not making any money from this.

 

 

Whatever Works

 

Frankie staggered up to Hannibal with Murdock stumbling and leaning heavily on him.

 

"He got whacked in the head," Frankie said as they heaved Murdock into the van. Sirens told them the cops were close now. "And then the creep was gonna shoot him, but I knocked the guy out." The van screeched off down the road.

 

"Told you all those sparring sessions would pay off." BA said. "You got a fair right cross. That what you use?"

 

"Well, no..."

 

"Bet it was that move I taught you," Face said, helping Murdock sit up.

 

"Knee in the face?" Hannibal asked.

 

"Always been my favourite," Face said.

 

Hannibal shook his head. "I'll bet it was one of my combinations. See the key is the follow up..."

 

"It was a rock." Frankie blurted out. Face and Hannibal stared at him. BA scowled in the rear view mirror. Frankie smiled sheepishly. "All that stuff you guys have taught me is great, really, but well, this rock was right there..."

 

"A rock?" Face said, flatly.

 

"I threw it."

 

"You threw a rock at him?" Hannibal said.

 

"It was beautiful." Murdock's voice was shaky, but the admiration in it was clear. "Beaned him right on the back of the noggin. Guy went down like he was shot." He smiled at Frankie. "Beautiful."

 

Frankie grinned, no longer sheepish. Face looked at Hannibal and they both shrugged.

 

Hannibal smiled and got out a cigar.

 

"Nice, Frankie, nice."


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Whatever Works by Junkfoodmonkey

 

 


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