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By FLIGHT O'FANCY
SETTING: STOCKWELL'S HEADQUARTERS
ENJOY!!!! SINCE I DON'T LIKE STOCKWELL, I'M GOING TO PAINT HIM IN A VERY BAD LIGHT. I JUST GOT DONE SEEING THE EPISODE, WHERE MURDOCK IS DECLARED SANE, AND HE WANTS TO STAY WITH THE TEAM, ONLY STOCKWELL SAYS "I AM SORRY IT DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY", "THIS IS NOT A FRATERNITY." THE GENERAL DOESN'T LIKE MURDOCK ALL THAT MUCH.
DISCLAIMER: THE GUYS AREN'T MINE (SIGH! I WOULD SO LOVE TO OWN MURDOCK) THEY BELONG TO STEPHEN J. CANNELL AND FRANK LUPO.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: KEEP THOSE COMMENTS COMING. ENJOY!!!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE #2: WRITTEN A VERY LONG TIME AGO. SO IF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE IS HARD TO READ I DO APOLOGIZE :D
General Stockwell was being his usual, obnoxious self. He
had had the A-Team in his clutches, for about a year. They
were performing all sorts of missions for him. He was glad
that he'd caught the Team. And he knew that they were there
solely for the purpose that, he, Stockwell could in fact
clear them. If he chose to do so. He didn't "so choose to
do so", and wasn't planning on releasing them any time soon.
He just kept baiting them along, with all sorts of crazy
missions. He always began his "missions" with, "So
Gentlemen, if you all come back...." That always ticked off
all, the A-Team members.
The three original members, all longed for, the days when Hannibal was solely in charge of their operations. However, Stockwell, loved having his own "Team" to boss around, and took special delight in needling them all. They in turn, returned the favor, and the men started to distrust him. But they still clung to the hope, that he'd release them. Hopefully, sometime soon. Soon, they all trooped into the living room, waiting to hear of their newest mission. Murdock, had gone from, "inspecting shorts", to being a sewer worker. And finally, he was at a, respectable restaurant job, right outside of Langley. "All right, where is Mr. Santana?", asked the ruffled general.
"He's coming", came Hannibal's, phony polite answer. "I
think he was in the shower."
He lit his cigar, and as if on
cue, Frankie Santana sauntered in, in his white shirt, black
vest, and a ponytail and blue jeans. He smiled, and said,
"He'ya General, what's happenin'?" Everyone groaned.
Including the general himself. "Well now, that Mr. Santana
has graced us with his presence, we may begin right away."
"Oh Goody, I just love doing missions", Hannibal replied.
"Yes well...." "Shall we continue?" "I suppose", Hannibal
countered. The General shot him an annoyed look, and Carla
turned on the television set. " So Gentlemen, if you
return from this mission, I will be most impressed."
Everyone was about to get up and slap him around a few
times, but seeing their murderous looks, he held up his
hands in surrender mode.
He continued "I need you all to do
a mission for me." "Nothing out of the ordinary, I need you
to bring someone to me." "He is an old friend of mine, and
he is in trouble." "Story of our lives", whined the
lieutenant. "Yes, well..." "May I continue Lieutenant
Peck, or would you like to finish your speech?" "Yeah Face,
let the General have his say, this oughtta be good",
Hannibal piped up. "Hmmp-Hmm." The General cleared his
throat, glanced at Carla, who shrugged, and continued. "His
name is Michael Angelo." Everyone started to snicker when
he said that name, but not a one spoke up. He looked around
the room, and the snickering presently subsided. Finally he
finished by saying "He is an Italian." "He is a scientist,
and he has created something extraordinary."
"And you want
that creation", Hannibal spoke up again." "Yes." "It is
most priceless." "Yeah I'll bet", came Face's voice." "You
just want us to risk our necks, and you're hoping we don't
come back." "Enough", Stockwell yelled. The general
continued, "He needs your help, to get him out of Turkey."
"He is located in the very center of Turkey." "I trust you
will have no trouble finding him." B.A. asked"Turkey?" "I
ain' flyin' General, an' nuttin' ya do to me is gonna make
me change my mind", continued B.A.'s voice. The general
smirked, "Well if you do not fly, you will be sent back to
the Army compound and killed for your, ah, "crimes"." B.A.
growled in response, and settled back in his chair, with
Hannibal restraining him. Stockwell turned to Hannibal, and
whispered low, so low that B.A. couldn't hear, "Do whatever
is necessary to get him on that plane Colonel Smith."
Hannibal sarcastically whispered back, "Don't we always?"
Instead of directly answering him, the general said "This
meeting is now adjourned." "I will be awaiting my friend."
"Goodbye." "Man this guy grates on m' nerves Colonel", came
Murdock's voice. "The only reason I stay here is 'cause I
want to be near y'all." "I know Captain, I know." "I don't
like him either, but this beats standing in front of a
firing squad." "And at least you can come whenever you
want." "Oh yeah, and whenever he sends fer me." "That's
true, but at least we get to see you pretty regularly."
Hannibal continued, "But I don't think that, that Stockwell
guy likes you Cap'n." "Why not?" "I'm a good guy." "I
know that, and you know that, and the rest of us know that,
but that Stockwell guy, only tolerates you, because of us."
"At least that's my distinct impression."
Just then General
Stockwell, followed by, Carla, came back into the room. He
gave his most vicious smile to Murdock. He then reluctantly
gave Murdock a back pack first, and turned his attention to
the rest of the men. He threw them some back packs too, and
said again (for those who had missed it the first time)
"Well Gentlemen, if you come back from this mission, I will
be most impressed." "Yeah, so will we General", remarked
Murdock. The man turned his attention to Murdock, and said
"I request that you, Mr. Murdock stay here." He turned to
the others, and continued speaking "There will be no need of
his, ah "special skills", where you are all headed." But
Hannibal was adamant.
"No General, we are taking Murdock."
"We have always gone together on missions, and will continue
to go on missions together, at least until you get our
presidential pardons for us." "Murdock has been with us for
so long, that he seems like family, and that without him, we
simply can't act the way you want us to." "Yes well, then
carry on Gentlemen." He abruptly left the room. Carla
stayed a moment longer, and assessed the situation at hand.
She hadn't spoken a word to the Team, until now. She
whispered "Good Luck Gentlemen." "Yeah, we'll need it",
spoke up the colonel. She barely nodded, turned on her
heel, and left the room. Face asked "Did she just say her
first words to us?" "Probably her last words too
Lieutenant." "Don't be getting any ideas", said Hannibal.
"I wouldn't dream of it", countered the lieutenant. "Yeah
right", chorused B.A. Frankie, and Murdock.
They all got
ready for the trip. First they knocked out B.A., and then
they went on their way to Turkey. "Turkey, why Turkey?",
asked Frankie. "Because Frank my man, that's where our
prey's at", remarked Murdock. He shook his head in disgust
at how little the man contained in his head. Of course he
hadn't been with the Team for long.... Murdock turned his
attention away from the situation at hand, and pondered
everything they'd done as a Team. They helped people. Now
they weren't helping people, they were doing stupid, tedious
missions and helping people just was not in the plan. They
also were working for a possible mad man, who was also a
shady retired general. Of course Murdock was a free man
now, the general pointed that out several times a day to
him, and he could do whatever he wanted. What he wanted was
to stay with his friends, until they were pardoned.
General Stockwell guy ever got them pardoned. Which he
seriously doubted would come about. He muttered "It'd be
nice if the Gen'ral set 'em free." "What was that
Captain?", came Hannibal's voice from the stewardess's usual
place. "I heard you mumblin' up there, and I just wanted to
see if you're all right." "Are you okay up there?" "Yeah
Colonel, I'm fine." "Good, keep your eyes on the skies."
"Right-aroonie Colonel." He turned to Frankie, who was
sitting in the co-pilot's seat, just as he had been at
takeoff. Just staring at the controls. And he asked "Will
'ya do me a favor Santana?" Frankie (wanting to be accepted
into the team) eagerly said "Sure Murdock." "What is it, do
you want something to drink?" "No. "Go check on the Big
Angry Guy." "Make sure he ain't awake yet." "We've gotta
keep him sedated." Frankie answered, "I see." "Sure I'll go check on him."
He left the pilot's area, and went to check on B.A..
Thankfully he was still sound asleep. Frankie returned to
the cockpit a few minutes later. He said "All's okay wit'
B.A." "Good, good." "Just what I like to hear." He then
started to hum the tune of the CHUCK E. CHEESE commercial.
Then he began to quote "MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB" over and
over. Finally Frankie asked "Isn't there something else we
could, ah listen to?" "Good call, my good man." "Let's
see, I think there's somethin' else here...." He asked "How
'bout this?" He turned on a portable radio, with the sound
of Rick James singing, along with his friend CJ Mack.
Frankie said "This is much better."
"Good tunes too."
Murdock replied "I knew you'd like it." A few hours later,
the plane landed in Turkey. They all dragged B.A. off the
plane, and settled in a nearby hotel. Right across the
street, their person, was being harrassed by some rough
looking people. Hannibal had all the guys stake out across
the street, while Murdock, and Face did a little scamming to
get into the building. As the two men split up to look for
Michael, Murdock whispered "Everythin's gonna be alright."
"C'mon Billy." The dog obediently complied, and followed
his master. Face shook his head, and resumed his role. He
was a bell hop. And had sneaked into the elevator. Murdock
meanwhile went to go find Michael Angelo.
Murdock said to him, "Hi, I'm here to rescue you." He
knocked the two bad guys unconscious, and the two strode out
to the front of the hotel, they were looking for Face. He
continued "My friends and I have been sent here by Stockwell
to come and get you." Suddenly Michael Angelo spit upon the
ground. "Hunt Stockwell is not my friend." "He is scum."
"He will not get anything from me." "Sorry Pal, you're
gonna have to tell 'im that face to face." Murdock found
Face, and they all went across the street, to their hotel.
Once there Hannibal sized up the Italian man, and handed the
man a cigar. Which the man graciously declined, and the
colonel shrugged, and took the cigar back. He put the cigar
back in his pocket, and puffed on his already lit one.
they loaded Michael, his precious experiment, knocked out
B.A. again, and headed back to the U.S., by plane.
Stockwell awaited their return anxiously, when they finally
arrived, he greeted them with a fake smile. And he said
"Well Gentlemen, it seems you've made it back successfully,
I am most impressed, also surprised." He thought to himself
*"Pity, it's a shame they came back alive, again"*. Carla
as usual was in the shadows. Then Stockwell caught sight of
Michael Angelo. He held out his arms in a welcoming
gesture, while Michael stood rooted to the ground, not
moving an inch.
Michael Angelo was not pleased to see the
general at all. He spit on the ground again, and he said "I
do not know why you have brought me here again." "Although
I am grateful that these five rescued me, from those evil
fellows over in Turkey." "Some others were trying to steal
my creation." "I owe these five my life." "But you
Stockwell?" "I do not owe you a thing." "You are
despicable." "You are scum." "I do not see why one has to
call names", remarked Stockwell, being icy calm as per
usual. "You are safe now." "Ha, this is what you call
safe?", asked the man. "Held against my will?" "You
promised me once, that I would have my freedom, but you went
back on your word." "Ah, but Michael you are free." "Yes,
as long as I will become your stooge, which I did once
before, for about ten years." "Then I had become useless to
you, and you decided to set me free." "And now that I have
been out of your "services" I create something of a
magnitude, and now..." "Now I am back in your debt?" "You
are cunning, General." "Very cunning, and crafty." "I take
But he was interrupted by Stockwell's smirk.
"Michael can we not talk this out like adults?" "Somewhere
private perhaps?" "There is nothing to talk about." "I
would rather be in a ghetto, then in all your good for
nothing plushness." "I would rather be my own person." He
turned to the others, and remarked sadly "You see, I know
who you gentlemen are." "Everyone except them." He turned
to both Frankie, and Murdock. Murdock scowled "I ain't
famous either?" "C'mon what would the A-Team, be without
me?" "Alot saner Fool", growled B.A.. "Gentlemen", came
Stockwell's warning voice. The two were quiet, and
Stockwell put his hands together, and leaned across his
desk, and he seemed interested in all that Michael was
Michael Angelo continued, "As I was saying I know
who you are." "You are the A-Team." "Hey Guys, we're
famous 'round the world", came Hannibal's cheerful voice.
"Yes, your many exploits, have not gone unnoticed by my
government." "You see I was very much in a similar
situation with my government." "I was accused of murdering
a colleague, and I was going to the firing squad to be
executed also, and would have ended up dead, if Mr.
Stockwell had not saved my life." "Well he had heard of my
genius, and had come to offer me a deal." "As I said, I
would have ended up dead, without the General's offer, and
so I...." "How do you Americans phrase it?" "Oh yes, I
jumped at the chance." "So I gave in to Stockwell." "Life
was going well, until I wanted to lead a more normal life,
Stockwell did everything, but forbid me to go." "And even a
couple of times, he did forbid me to leave his clutches."
"He would give me more experiments, and more excuses to keep
me within his grasp." "You see, Stockwell had promised that
I would get a pardon also, so I strove to do my work for
him." "My scientific work that is." "In fact I trained
Carla." Carla shrank deeper into the shadows, as everyone
(except for Stockwell), turned to look at her. "Finally it
had been about ten years, I was ten years older, and still
had not had my pardon." "I still worked for this dog, and
just as I was completing an experiment, I had a heart
attack." "That is when Stockwell finally got my pardon for
me." "After ten thankless years, and a heart attack later,
I was finally a free man." "I am grateful that he rescued
me, but I feel as if I have paid my debt to him, and to my
field of expertise as well." "So I do not want to be in his
debt, or his house ever again." "As I said once before,
General Stockwell, I take my leave."
The general's slowly
spreading ugly grin appeared again, "I am afraid that I can
not permit that Mr. Angelo." "Your government is looking
for you, and they have revoked your pardon, also they have
sent your picture to the United States, so even if you
wished to be a normal citizen here, you would be deported
back to Turkey, and executed." "And I could not do a thing
about it." "I am sorry Michael Angelo, but, you are now a
wanted man again." His smirk appeared across his face once
more, and he sat back in his chair. The man's eyes
narrowed, and he laid his precious experiment on the couch.
He strode over to the general's desk, and proceeded to choke
him, until Carla judo-chopped him into unconsciousness. She
looked around, as if asking, if any of the others wanted to
try the same thing.
Everyone backed off, and sufficiently
satisfied that Stockwell was all right, and that the man was
indeed knocked out, she put him on the other couch.
Stockwell straightened his tie, and looked at the Team.
Their eyes had all narrowed too. Murdock asked "That true
Stockwell?" The general didn't even look his way. Hannibal
said "General, I believe you were asked a question." "Yes
Mr. Murdock?" "What did you say?", queried the general. "I
asked if all that, that guy said was true." "Yes, yes...."
"Everything he said was true." "Now what?" "Am I to be
abused in my own house, for what I had done so long ago?"
"Maybe", came Hannibal's answer.
The general continued
looking at the pilot, and did not even remark to Hannibal's
answer. Murdock continued "Now you're doin' the 'zact same
thing ta my friends, General." "And you're not even gonna
pardon 'em?" "Even though you know they're innocent?" "Mr.
Murdock, I am a business man." "Your Team", was a pawn in a
governmental game of chess." "Let us just say that I took
an extra step, and ended up winning them fair and square."
Murdock replied, "Ya cheated."
"Cheated, won without anyone
knowing the truth." "What is the difference Captain?" "The
difference is ya cheated, and ya don't care a thing about
'em." Stockwell spoke up again.
"If you continue to undermine my authority, I will have to
ask you to leave, and not to come back." "These men, are
mine for now, and nothing that you say, or think will change
that." "But you Captain, you do not belong to me." "Sad to
say, I would like you here permanently, but you are not a
part of the package." "Only Mr. Santana over there comes
with the other three." "He was once before in my debt, and
continues to be in my debt." He continued," You are a free
man, and may come and go as you wish." "However as I said,
if you keep undermining my authority, I will have to ask you
to leave, and not to come back ever again." "Not even for a
visit." "And I would hate very much to do that." "Seeing
as Colonel Smith, respects you, and they do want you to be a
part of the Team still." Murdock shrank back from the desk.
Face said "How about we go outside Murdock?" "You did say
you liked the garden, right?" The captain's shoulders
slumped, and he resignedly nodded his head. Face took him
out, while Hannibal said "I do hope you're not going to
squelch on your deal, General?" "I wouldn't dream of it
"Right", came Hannibal's answer. "Well I'm
beat..." "General, I'll see you all tomorrow." "I'm
turning in." "My regards." "Carla see ya around." One by
one, the men got up and left. Leaving Stockwell alone with
the still unconscious Italian man, and Carla. He turned to
his assistant and said "Well Ms. Toomes, it seems that
Michael has created quite an ordeal." "Yes General?" "Yes
Ms. Toomes." "We shall have to deal with him directly."
"Please put him in the "Special Guestroom", and I shall deal
with him, when he awakens." "Yes General." "Good Girl."
She dragged the Italian man, to the bedroom. The one the
general used as an interrogating room.
Hannibal, Face, Murdock, B.A., and Frankie were all
assembled outside, in the garden. "Well guys, what do you
think?" "I don' like it Hann'bal", remarked B.A. "We don't
have a choice", countered the lieutenant. "He did promise
us a full pardon." "I'm beginning to doubt him myself",
remarked Hannibal. "But that Ital'an guy done said that the
Gen'ral squelched on his deal", remarked a very worried
Murdock. "I know that, but maybe he's different now",
remarked Face. "Yeah now that he's got us right where he
wants us", remarked Frankie, surprising everyone by actually
saying something intelligent. "You never can tell
Guys",remarked Hannibal. "Let's just see what happens."
"I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, although
like I said before, I'm beginning to doubt him myself."
"Who's going to give him another chance, since we have no
other alternative?" Everyone raised their hands, then got
up, and went to their rooms.
Murdock went to his apartment
for clothes, and a chew toy for Billy, since he was staying
another night at Stockwell's. Which Stockwell was getting a
little annoyed about.
MEANWHILE IN THE SPECIAL
INTERROGATING ROOM....Stockwell was with the Italian man.
Michael awoke, and groaned. He cursed the man in Turkish as
well as Italian. Stockwell gave him a contemptuous smile and
said, "I see you have awakened my good man." "What shall we
do with you, hmm?" "You have caused quite a stir among my
men." "I have a proposition, that you will simply die for."
The man's face blanched. and he looked intently at the
general. "I am listening Stockwell." "Yes, well, it is
like this........ "You either join me, or you get
permanently disposed of." "Now which is it?" Michael spit
on the general's shoes. Stockwell took a handkerchief out,
and calmly wiped the spittle off. "Do not tell me now, I
will hear of your decision in the morning." "Goodbye Mr.
Angelo." With that, the general had locked the man. And
had taken away his creation. The man groaned and fell into
a deep sleep. Courtesy of a knockout drug from Carla. When
Stockwell got downstairs, he was met by the men again. "Our
guest is asleep, we shall see him tomorrow evening." "You
men have some free time, you may do what you like." "Only
do not leave the property."
"I am turning in." "Good night
everyone." "Carla are you coming?" "I guess we should turn
in too guys." "Murdock are you staying here another night?"
asked Face. "Yeah, I'm on the couch 'gain. "I'll just tell
Stockwell I'm stayin' another night." He grinned wickedly
when he said that. "What about your job?", asked Frankie.
"My boss is pretty flexible." Hannibal answered. "All right." "Well good night Captain."
Everyone all said their "good nights". And
went upstairs. As Hannibal passed a room in his hallway, he
heard thumping noises coming from the general's "Special
Room" and decided to go investigate. When he got to the
room, he asked, "Who's in there?" "It is I, Michael
Angleo." "I have been locked up in here." "Do you see a
key?" "No Sir I don't." "Do you know how to pick locks
then?" "I don't but Face does." "Will you please go get
him?" "Sure." He knocked on Face's door, and was presently
let in. He explained the situation, and they headed toward
the other bedroom. Face picked the lock, and just as the
door swung open, and Michael stepped out into the hallway,
Stockwell came padding down the hall. When he saw Michael
standing in the hall, he was angry. But he didn't show that
to Hannibal and Face.
He just asked them to go to their
bedrooms. After they'd gone, he turned to Michael and said,
"So you thought you could get away?" "That is most
brilliant Sherlooke." "That is Sherlock, my dear Fellow."
"And you are not getting away." "You are mine now, and will
continue to be." As he said that, Face and Hannibal (who
hadn't gone to their bedrooms yet but were nonetheless out
of the General's sight), looked at each other with amazed,
and annoyed expressions on their faces. Stockwell continued
(unmindful, of the two snoops listening in on his and
Michael's conversation), "You are not getting a pardon this
time, or ever again." "I am also considering not giving my
A-Team a pardon either." "Even though I know they are
innocent." "But if you so much as breathe a word to them
about it, I will not hesitate to have you eliminated."
"They are my own espionage Team, and I am reluctant to have
them released." "Now, that Murdock fellow, is getting a
little too snoopy for his own good." "I shall have him
"Then if the others do not
cooperate...." His voice trailed off, and he asked "But
come now, why am I telling you all of this?" "Be a good
man, and get back into your quarters." "Everyone shall see
you, and greet you as our new member, tomorrow evening."
"Good night Michael." Michael muttered words that seemed to
say "Damn your soul, to hell, Mister Stockwell." Then after
the general had gone, Michael too went to bed. After the
two had gone to sleep, Face and Hannibal had a little
discussion among themselves. They had to get cleared, and
since Stockwell wasn't going to, they'd have to somehow make
him. By finding dirt on him. To see if he was guilty of
anything. Anything they could use, that would convict him,
and get them pardons. Face said "Maybe Stockwell's the one
who really killed Morrison." Hannibal said "That's a
possibility." "He's capable of anything."
"And I did hear
once, about a man named Hunt Stockwell." "He was a
mercenary, before he joined the Army." "I mean how many
Hunt Stockwells do you know?" "None, except the creepy guy
we all know, and love to hate", remarked the Lieutenant."
"My point exactly." Suddenly a howl pierced the night air.
Both men exclaimed "Murdock!!" The two men raced
downstairs, just as Murdock grappled someone to the ground.
It was Carla Toomes. She had a syringe full of cyanide.
She had been selected by Stockwell to eliminate Murdock.
Face pushed her to the ground, and spilled the contents on
the floor next to her. He stated "Next time find somebody
else to kill Lady." "We don't take kindly to people trying
to kill our friends." "Which goes double for me Missy",
warned Hannibal. She only tossed her head, got up from the
ground, and slunk off. They brought Murdock to Hannibal's
room, and Hannibal asked "What happened Captain?" "Sh'
tri'd ta kill me Colonel." "We know that Murdock", said
Hannibal soothingly. "Did she happen to say why?" He
nodded his head yes, and said "Yeh, she said that Stockwell
was tired of me." "So she got elected to eliminate yours
truly." Hannibal replied again. Anger in his eyes. "I see." "That's it." "I'm going to have a talk
with Stockwell." "Employer to employee. He told Murdock to
stay in his room. He pounded on Stockwell's door, and when
the general came to see what was the matter, Hannibal asked
if they could talk for a minute. The general nodded and let
the colonel in. He told of Murdock's experience. Stockwell
said "Well perhaps he should haunt his own establishment for
a while, and work more often Colonel Smith." "You don't
understand Murdock, General."
"Unless he's stuck in the VA,
Murdock has never been apart from us." "Now he's no longer
in the VA, and has had to adjust to his friends moving to
Virginia, and getting an apartment, and a job, just to be
near us." "He's lost without us General." "If you have a
shred of decency in you, let it show, by letting Murdock
stay in the mansion, for as long as he wants." "And in the
future, please refrain from killing him." "Let him stay
with us, until he feels he can be away from us." "There's
plenty of room here." "Granted he will be needed for our
many missions, not suicidal, except for one." "And that
"one" has not been explained yet." "I will have to think
about it Colonel." "But I feel Murdock is hindering you,
and not letting your operations go as smoothly, as they
should." "That's where you're wrong General." "Who else,
but Murdock is more capable of flying anything with wings?"
"Nobody." "Even B.A. is at peace when Murdock flies."
"Although if you asked him, he would most probably deny it."
"As I said Colonel, I will have to think about it." "Well
think about this General...."
"Five can play at your little
game, and furthermore tell Carla to please stay away
from our pilot and friend." Sarcastically he continued. "Thanks."
He stormed out, and
slammed the door. Leaving a more determined general. He
was more determined then ever, to get rid of Murdock, no
matter what the odds were. Nobody could watch the Captain
24/7. Could they? The general furrowed his brow in
thought. Meanwhile, Hannibal ambled back to his room, and
found the captain fast asleep on the bed. He tucked him in,
and slid into bed himself. The next morning before
Stockwell was up, the story of Murdock's near cyanide
poisoning was told throughout the group. Making Face
visibly upset, and B.A., internally upset. When Stockwell
had awakened he greeted everyone. He was however, greeted
with stony silence and stares. He asked "So you heard about
Mr. Murdock?" "Well let me assure you all, that Ms. Toomes
acted rather irrationally." "She was not under my authority
to do what she did last night." "I do not know what got
into her head." "We know, what got into her head
Stockwell", answered Hannibal. The general replied, "Even
if she had said it was I who had given the order."
you under my authority Ms. Toomes?" She looked properly
bashful, and shook her head. Nobody believed that act for
one second, and some people were even starting to protest
her innocence. "I see that you still do not believe me."
"Well let me assure you then, Ms. Toomes, you are confined
to your quarters for two weeks." "Do I make myself clear?"
Carla nodded, and went to her quarters. As soon as she had
gone, General Stockwell asked "See?" "I am not all that
bad." But the group kept their protective circle around
their captain anyway. Especially when the general came to
sit down, and eat some breakfast. Conversation did not
flow, as it had when they'd halfway, trusted Stockwell with
their lives, and now that he was a traitor.... Well things
were not going to be pretty, for quite some time. That
evening as promised, Michael was introduced as a new member.
Stockwell concluded "Not for going on missions..." "No,
Michael is working in our physics lab." "Go on down there
Michael, you know the way."
"Abel #123 will show you the
ropes." "For things have changed since you left." He
patted the man on the back, and sent him off. "Second order
of business, is with Mr. Murdock." Everyone formed a
tighter, protective circle around him again. "Do not worry
about his state of well being." "Colonel Smith, and I had a
nice little talk about him." "Mr. Murdock, until you feel
ready to leave your friends, you are welcome here as long as
you like." "Great", came Frankie's voice. "He can bunk
with me." "Mr. Santana, this is not a bunking house as I
have stated before." "He shall have his own room." "Near
mine." "So that I can keep my eyes on our other new
recruit." "I object", came Hannibal's voice. "I say he has
the room next to mine." "Or next to any other team members'
room he chooses." "After all that's the fair way to play
it." "Am I right General?" "I agree", came General
Stockwell's hesitant voice.
He was very reluctant to do so,
but seeing as he had to still put on a show for these
people, he let Murdock have the pick of any room he wanted.
Murdock chose the room, right across from B.A.'s. He said
"Now we can catch up on all the things, tha' have be'n
happenin'." "Crazy foo', ain't not one thing's been
happenin' that you don' know 'bout." "Why can't you have
the room next to Hann'bal's?" "'Cause Big Guy, I like you,
we're gonna make great neighbors."
Hannibal patted the
sergeant on the back, and stated "You're so lucky B.A., to
have Murdock as a neighbor." Then he whispered "B.A., you
have got to keep an eye on him as well." "I don't trust
Stockwell as far as I can throw him." "And I can throw
things pretty far." "After that cyanide episode last night,
I'd feel much safer, if someone on our Team, were watching
out for him." "Preferably either you or Face." "Okay?"
B.A. rolled his eyes, and nodded. But deep down inside he
was glad to do this assignment. He didn't want to see his
friend get killed. Even if he was still a crazy man. So
Murdock got on the phone. He requested a leave of absence
from his work, and went to the apartment, and got all of his
All the big stuff stayed behind, like the
couch, and his bed. As soon as he was settled, he looked at
his spacious room. It was bigger then his room at the VA,
and much bigger then his apartment room. He liked it. The
only thing that forboded on his happiness was the thought of
General Stockwell eliminating him. But he shook his head of
the nasty thought robbing cobwebs. B.A. would protect him,
at least he thought so. No, he knew so. He had always had
confidence in the Big Guy, and counted him as a brother,
even if they got on each others' nerves at times. No matter
what B.A. grumbled about him on the outside, Murdock knew
that inside the big man loved him like a brother too.
Meanwhile.....Stockwell was in his bedroom planning his
revenge, he was angry that his murder attempt had failed,
and it was all Carla's fault. He pushed a button, and Ms.
Toomes answered it.
He said "Ms. Toomes, I need you right
away." "But General, I am confined to my room for two
weeks." "Yes, but as my motto says, all rules are made to
be broken." "Or at least bent a little, to fit my needs."
"I see General." "Well I am coming right now." She
appeared almost instantaneously,and he smiled. He then
turned angry and stood up, facing her from across the room,
his eyes glinting like something out of a horror movie. He
scowled "You failed me Carla." 'Carla' was taken aback.
"H-How so?", 'she' stammered out. "You did not complete
your assignment of rubbing out H.M. Murdock." "I know Sir,
but if he wouldn't have howled when he did...." "That is no
excuse." "You should still have given him the poison, I am
surprised that you hesitated, I have trained you better then
that." "No matter, I shall devise another way of getting
rid of H.M Murdock." "How so Sir?" "He knows every trick
in the book, and he is somewhat useful to the Team." "Yes,
but he is not a part of the A-Team, that I wish to be
associated with." "I see Sir." Suddenly an amazing thing
In one fluid motion "CARLA" ripped off her face,
and there in her place stood Murdock himself. He said "Aw
Gen'ral cain't we jus' be fri'nds?" "Why can't we just get
along together?" "Hmm?" He gave the general a big sad
The general only asked "Where is Carla?" "And how
did you know that I was going to talk about you tonight?"
"Also how dare you pretend to be my assistant?" "It's like
this General, when ya get the A-Team, you're in for a heckuva
lot more than ya bargained for." "As to where Carla's at, I'll
just have to see." He yelled down the hall, and whistled.
Everyone trooped in, and there was Carla among them. A
little rumpled, but otherwise in fine health. She said
"They knew something was happening, and they knew that
something was being planned on the demise of Mr. Murdock."
"I couldn't stop them Sir." Everyone (except for Stockwell
of course), looked at her in shock. This was the second
time they had ever heard her speak in full sentences before
that moment. Then Hannibal spoke up. He said "I have a
suggestion for you General."
"I suggest you and Murdock get
along." "And no more planning on destroying him, or you'll
have a mutiny, we'll do something to you, that you will not
like." "Like say turning you in to the Army, and escaping
like before." "Or we'll compromise, and mix our way
together with your way." "Does that seem fair to you?"
"You can never find anything criminalistic on me Colonel
Smith, I am too smart to have left any evidence behind."
"Well you'll be happy to note, that we found this...." He
held up a disk, and the general (for once since they'd known
him) blanched. He asked "Where did you get this from?"
"From a very good cap..." "I mean friend of ours." "From
"Correct as usual General", came Face's hearty
voice. Stockwell shot the lieutenant a dirty look.
Hannibal continued, "Now do we have a deal or not?" "I am
afraid not Colonel." "Carla, the disk please." She handed
it to him, and he broke it." "Ah-ah." "Shouldn't have done
that General." "We made copies." "See ya 'round
Stockwell." They were about to stride out, when the general
spoke up again. They'd finally managed to crack his icy
cool demeanor. He stammered "Pl-Please I-I'll do anything
you want." "What?" "Now who's the one that's begging?",
asked Face. Suddenly the ice came back in a flash, and he
became businesslike, and icy cool again. "Gentlemen, can we
make a deal?" "No more deals from you Stockwell." "Here's
a deal I want to make with you." "And this will be the
final deal." "It's either, yes or no." "Yes for a pardon,
and you clear our names after these missions." "Or no, and
we send your disk, and picture to the Army."
"And they come
storm your house." "Then you testify that we're really not
murderers, that Curtis, or you, for that matter, actually
killed Morrison, and we go free." "Now that's the only deal
we're going to agree to." The ice man stared at them for
what seemed like hours, and he finally laughed a mirthless
laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. He said "Well it seems that
the mighty A-Team has finally managed to have beaten me at
my own game." "But you are to comply only to my deals, my
demands, my wishes, my desires." "That is what it is meant
by, you all being mine." "That is what we agreed on." "You
all being, my Team." "Listen Stockwell", came Hannibal's
voice again. "You just said that we beat you at your own
game." "Now at least agree to our deal, and put it in
handwriting, have copies made, and then we'll continue to
work nice and quietly for you." "You have our word on it."
The general finally nodded his head in agreement. He made
Carla write down an agreement, made her make copies with the
copy machine, that was in his office, and she came back, and
handed them to all the men. Hannibal did something to
Stockwell's piece of the paper, that no matter what he did,
he couldn't destroy the document. He said "That document is
now water proof, fire proof, gun proof, stomp proof, tear
proof....." His voice trailed off as the angry general said
"I get your point Colonel Smith." General Stockwell stood
up, and escorted the men out. Hannibal said "And it's
secretary proof, so that she can't throw a spiked heel
through it." "And it's...." "Fine, fine Colonel."
"Goodbye." "It will
always come back to you...."
"GOODBYE COLONEL SMITH", yelled
the general. "I UNDERSTAND NOW." "PLEASE LEAVE."
"Touchy", came Hannibal's voice again. The Team all
congregated in Hannibal's room. They spoke very low amongst
themselves, because they knew for a fact that his room was
bugged. In fact all the rooms in the house were bugged.
Murdock spoke up "I can't believe he fell for it Colonel."
"Neither can I." "But I'm glad we made copies of Pacman."
"Yeh, tha's m' fav'rite game ya know." "Can't believe he
destroyed it." "I'm glad, crazy man", came B.A.'s voice.
"Now I won' haf to hear you playin' tha' foo' game indda
middle of the nigh'." "That's gratitude fr ya", came
Murdock's voice again. "I invite 'ya to play, and ya turn
me down." "Now that it's destroyed, you're glad?" "Yup",
came B.A.'s smug answer. Frankie spoke up "I like
Pacman, Murdock." "I'll play with you."
"Allllrriiigghhttt, I've finally found a man after my own
heart." He clapped Santana on the back. Soon they
dispersed, and Murdock went to his room. He started to sort
his things, and he was lost in his own little world.
Suddenly a knock came upon the door, and a hand tapped his
shoulder. He turned around. It was Carla. She smiled at
him, and he hesitantly, smiled back at her. He asked really
loud, loud enough for B.A. to hear, "What do you want
Carla?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw B.A.'s head
peek around the doorway and saw him, saunter to Murdock's
B.A. asked "Well Ms. Carla, what're ya doing?" "Can
I he'p ya?" Her face turned red as she looked at the big
strong black man before her. She covered her embarrassment
by turning to Murdock and saying "Meet me in the garden
tonight." "I need to discuss something with you." When
she'd gone, B.A. asked "You al'right Murdock?" "Yeah, I'm
fine." "She's a peculiar person B.A." B.A. nodded, and he
went back to his room. While Murdock went to Hannibal's
room, in the west wing. Frankie was there, but Murdock
asked the colonel, if they could speak alone.
ordered him out, and he turned to his captain. He asked
"What's wrong Cap'n?" So Murdock told of his impending
"discussion" that night. "She's up to something Murdock."
"I know." "I'm jus' glad B.A. wuz in his room when he wuz."
"Me too, me too." "Okay, you go ahead with your meeting
with Carla, and don't worry about a thing, she'll think
she's alone with you, but really we'll be watching and
making sure nothing happens to you." "You are after all a
well liked man, that is the Team likes you, and we need
you." "You are very vital to us." "If something
happened...." He stopped not wanting to worry Murdock any
more, and he clapped the man on the shoulders. "Don't worry
about a thing Cap'n." "We'll be here to protect you." "You
have my word on it." "See you later Cap'n." Murdock
nodded, and as it approached the evening, he became antsy.
At the designated time, he approached the garden.
that his friends were somehow watching him, but he couldn't
get past the thought, that Carla was still out to get him,
somehow someway. He sat down on the bench, and she was
there waiting for him. She sat down also, as soon as she
saw him. He asked "Sooo wha'd ya wan' ta bring me out here
fer?" "As I said, I need to discuss something with you."
"Wha' is it?" "It has something to do with General
Stockwell." "Why are you making him out to be some sort of
a bad person?" "He did after all rescue your friends, and
he did promise them a pardon." "Right, and he was gonna go
back on his promise too." "I do not understand, I have
worked with the general for thirteen years, and I have found
him to be a good man." "Then I'm sorry to have to say this to
'ya, but he's manipulated you." "He ain' got the right to
buy and sell humans, the way he has been doin."
will see to it, that nothing happens to my boss." She
pulled a knife from her pocket. Murdock twisted it from her
hand. He said "I don' thi'k so M'Dear." "Now is thure
anythin' more, ya want frum me?" "Nothing else." "Just
watch your back Captain." She tossed her head, and strode
purposefully back to the house. He watched her go, saddened
by the thought that she, a woman of knowledge, as well as
beauty, could not see through that man's charade. He shook
his head again, and was bombarded by his fellow team
Frankie asked "Did she try anything on ya
Murdock?" "No." Then he looked at his three friends, and
noted their faces. They knew that Carla had pulled a knife
on him, but he shook his head as if to say "Don't tell him a
thing guys". They slowly nodded, and did not say anything
of Murdock's other experience, to the young man. The next
few months flew by quickly. The Team finished all their
assignments, and today they were all going to get a pardon.
Stockwell had, for once, come through. He handed each man
his pardon papers, all except for Michael Angelo (whom he
kept in the laboratory, without any sufficient food, and
almost no water), and all four of them appeared at the Army
court. They were all found innocent, because Stockwell had
testified for them, and they were now free. Free from
Stockwell, and free from any Army, or Military looking for
them. For once after sixteen years, and three months, every
man on the A-Team, was at peace.
THE END.... HOPE YOU LIKED IT.
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