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Title: Past Friends

Past Friends

By: pclip

 

Rated: G

Summary: This is a response to the Time Travel challenge. The Team suddenly gets transported back in time, where they help out some POWs.

Warning: This is a The A-Team/Hogan's Heroes crossover. Knowledge of Hogan's Heroes is not necessary, but it helps. It also helps to have seen at least one episode, because some of the things are a touch hard to explain. I try, but it's probably more

helpful to see it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing!

 

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            "Another perfect plan, huh Hannibal?" Face asked sarcastically, returning fire with Decker as the van careened onto another path.

            "Sure," Hannibal responded, joining in Face's shooting match. "You just have to appreciate the genius of how Decker figured it all out."

            "That wasn't no genius, fool. Decker traced the phone call when you called him up," growled the driver, a big, black, gold-ridden man with a huge Mohawk.

            "But that's the genius of it," responded Hannibal from his perch beside the driver. "See, B.A., Decker would never have thought of tracing that call if Crane wasn't right beside him when it came through." He stuck his ever-present cigar into his mouth with a black-gloved hand and grinned.

            B.A. only gave another growl as a reply. Not very far behind were three military police cars chasing the black van. Seated in the first were Colonel Roderick Decker and his second-in-command, Sgt. Crane.

            "Honestly, Hannibal, I don't know what goes through your mind when you concoct these plans," Face said. He had given up firing at Decker and was at the moment searching for another ammunition clip. His blonde hair fell into his eyes as he bent over the backseat. He impatiently brushed it away and returned to his position sitting forward.

            "Here, Face, take this since I can't fire," the thin man beside Face said, holding out his own gun.

            "Thanks, Murdock," Face said and resumed his shooting.

            "You know, Colonel, I'm going to side with Face and the big guy on this one. That phone call wasn't the smartest of ideas," Murdock said, pushing his blue baseball cap back.

            Hannibal smiled. "There's always next time." He turned and faced front. "Keep shooting, Face, and I'll look for a way out."

            "Yeah, if there's a next time," Face muttered under his breath. But he kept shooting.

            " Hold it, B.A., up there." Hannibal pointed. "Take that tunnel, it might lead us back to the highway."

            "Right." B.A. turned to enter it.

            "Better get back in until we pass through, Face," Hannibal said.

            Face sat back down and closed the door. They entered the dim tunnel with Decker close on their heels. All of the sudden, a bright flash engulfed the van. B.A. slammed on the brakes as the light subsided. The van screeched to a halt. Hannibal tentatively stuck his head outside.

            "Decker's gone!" he reported, his voice filled with a combination of confusion, surprise, and wonderment.

            "What?!" Both Face and Murdock looked out. Sure enough, there were no military cars around. The four men got out of the van and looked at their surroundings.

            "Where are we?" Murdock asked. Even the tunnel they had entered was different. It was solid dirt, with wooden rafters supporting the roof and sides. There was barely enough room above the van for it to fit. There was no evidence of any entrance or exit. Suddenly, they heard voices nearby.

            "I'm certain it came from over in this direction, Colonel."

            "Do any of you know guys know what that was?"

            There came a chorus of "no"s.

            "Okay, I didn't know if one of Carter's bombs went off or something."

            "I resent that, Colonel. My bombs are all very stable," replied the first voice.

            "Relax, Carter, he was just ruling out possibilities," came a third voice, clearly English.

            They rounded the corner and were met with guns in their faces.

            "Hold it," commanded Hannibal. "Hands in the air."

            The group froze. The man in the middle nodded. "Do what they say," he said and raised his hands. The rest of the men followed suit.

            "Krauts?" whispered the man beside him. He had been the third British voice.

            "I don't know," the man in front replied. He was the second voice.

            "I told you it wasn't one of my bombs," the man on the other side of him hissed. He was the first voice.

            "Oh, hush up, Carter," the man with the third voice said, rolling his eyes.

            "Okay," Hannibal said, walking up to the man belonging to the second voice. "I take it you're the leader here. Who are you and where are we?"

            The man just stared at him, silent. He was wearing a black leather jacket with tan slacks and a brown felt hat covering his black hair. The man with the first voice was wearing a faded brown leather jacket and had a brown hat covering his sandy hair. The other man had dark blue slacks with a light blue long-sleeved shirt covered by an open dark blue jacket that matched his

pants, and brown hair.

            "I'm not joking. Who are you and where are we?" Hannibal repeated, his icy blue eyes narrowing.

            "Don't you know already?" the man in the middle asked.

            "If I knew already, I wouldn't be asking. Where's Decker?"

            "Decker?" the third man blurted out, confused.

            "Quiet!" the second man snapped at him. "I wouldn't try anything here. You're surrounded. You will never get out. Give it up."

            "Don't count on it, bud. We've gotten out of worse," Hannibal said, "Murdock, go be lookout. Warn us if

anyone else comes."

            "Right." Murdock disappeared.

            "Face, search them." After the three men were searched, Hannibal directed them in front of the van and commanded them to sit, backs facing the wall.

            "Well, Hannibal, what do you think?" Face asked.

            "I don't know what to think. I need more facts." He stood in front of the second man, "And I think this man has them."

            The man returned Hannibal's gaze with an even one of his own. He remained silent. A long moment passed before Hannibal finally spoke again.

            "B.A., go relieve Murdock."

            As they waited for Murdock to come, Face tried to figure out the conversation they had heard.

            "Hannibal, the man mentioned a name or something. 'Krauts.' What do you make of it? Is it some kind of code?"

            "I don't know."

            The third man snorted. Hannibal looked at him. "You wish to add something?"

            "Yeah, that you're a liar."

            "A liar? How come?"

            "Everyone knows what a kraut is. You are either with them or against them."

            "Look, bud, the only krauts I know are ones that were in W--," he paused. "Nah, it couldn't be. That's impossible."

            "What?" Face asked, confused.

            "World War II," Hannibal finished.

            Face paused for a moment, then laughed. "That's impossible. Hannibal, soon you're going to be with Murdock if you keep all of this up."

            "Who's going to be with me?" came a voice as Murdock strolled into view.

            "Hannibal. He thinks we're in World War II."

            Murdock gave his own laugh. "Wow, Colonel, that's extreme, even for me."

            Hannibal faced the group. "What's the date today?" he asked.

            The second man responded, "March 10, 1943."

            "If you're lying…," Hannibal threatened.

            "Why would we lie?" The first man asked.

            "He has a point, Colonel," Murdock said.

            "Murdock, go and get B.A. He needs to hear this, too," Hannibal said.

            "Okay."

            Face sat down against the other wall. "I don't believe this," he said, putting his head in his hands.

            Hannibal decided he needed to do something semi-friendly. He laid down his weapon and backed away from it. Then, he sat down beside Face and watched the three men opposite him. They regarded him curiously. Hannibal nudged Face and looked at his gun. Face gave him a look that said "Are you sure?" Hannibal nodded. Shrugging, Face placed his gun beside Hannibal's and

sat back against the wall. B.A. and Murdock came around the van. Hannibal and Face glanced up at them. Seeing that they were distracted, the second man lunged forward and seized Hannibal's gun and pointed it at him while lying on his stomach.

            "Tell your men to drop their weapons," he ordered. He stood up, still keeping the gun trained on the four men.

            Hannibal nodded at B.A. and Murdock. They slowly placed their weapons down in front of them.

            "Move over by him." They moved. The other two men picked up the remaining weapons and the third one searched the four.

            "Now," said the second man, "who are you?"

            "I am Colonel John "Hannibal" Smith. This is Lt. Templeton "Faceman" Peck, Sgt. B.A. Baracus, and Captain H.M. Murdock. We are the A-Team," Hannibal stated proudly.

            "The A-Team, huh? Is that supposed to mean something to me?" the second man asked.

            Hannibal smiled mysteriously. "Not in 1943."

            "How did you get here?"

            "It's a rather long story, but if you'll lay down your guns, I'll explain."

            "Not a chance. We can listen just fine like this."

            "Suit yourself. See, you may or may not believe us, and frankly, I don't care. I am telling you the truth, whether you choose to believe it or not is up to you. We live in the year 1984 in Los Angeles, California. We are a group of military men on the run for a crime we did not commit. We help people in trouble, and on our last case, the military police found out our location and started chasing us. We drove into a tunnel hoping to get back onto the main highway when there was a bright flash of light and we ended up here."

            The second man thought for a long moment. He sized up Hannibal in his white jacket and black slacks, then looked over Face in his tan suit. Next, he stared at Murdock, the tallest of any of them, in his brown leather jacket, tan khakis, and Converse shoes, and finally studied B.A. in his blue jean overalls. He stared into Hannibal's steel blue eyes, a gaze which Hannibal easily matched. Finally, he handed the gun back to Hannibal.

            "What are you doing, sir?" asked the third man.

            "Give their weapons back to them." When he saw that they weren't listening, he turned to them. "That's an order!"

            They slowly handed back the guns. The team put them back into their holsters.

            "Murdock, did you fill in B.A. on what's going on?" Hannibal asked.

            "Yeah."

            "Good." Hannibal looked at the second man. "Okay, we spilled our guts, now it's your turn."

            "Fair enough. It is World War II. I am Colonel Robert Hogan, senior POW officer. This is Sgt. Andrew Carter and this is Corporal Peter Newkirk." He motioned to the first voice-man and then the third voice-man.

            "You are in a POW camp; Stalag 13 in Germany. We, plus two others, are stationed here. Our job is to aid escaping prisoners and to sabotage Nazi activity. We have a pretty good operation down here. We have our own explosives expert: Carter, our lockpicker: Newkirk, our cook: Corporal Louis Lebeau, and our radio operator: Sergeant Kinchloe. I am the commander

and planner. The commandant of this camp is Colonel Wilhelm Klink. You need not worry about him. He is a certified idiot and knows absolutely nothing of our operation here. The head guard is Sgt. Schultz. He does not want to know anything that goes on here. Any questions?"

            Hannibal smiled, "Not right now. Allow me to further introduce my team. Face is our supplier. He can scam anything out of anybody. You want it, you got it. B.A. is our mechanic. You got a problem; he'll fix it. This is his van. Don't mess with it. Murdock is our resident crazy man, seriously-he'll show you his papers-and our pilot. He can fly anything, and I mean anything, that has wings. I am the commander and planner, also. Any questions?"

            "Just one: who wins the war?"

            Hannibal smiled, "Who do you think?"

            Hogan returned the smile.

            "Now that we've been introduced, let me show you around," Hogan said. "This tunnel leads to Barracks 3, but we don't really need that right now, so your van is fine here." He began walking and the others followed. "This is our main tunnel. That is our emergency tunnel and that tunnel leads to the cooler. And this is our main area. Here is our radio we use to contact London, here is our darkroom, here is our printing press (money and otherwise), here is our costume room, and here is our documenting papers room." He climbed up a ladder. The team followed. It led up through a bunk bed into another barracks.

            "This is our barracks. Not home, but close -- if you like freezing cold constantly." Hogan grinned.

            The door opened and two more men entered.

            "Ah, here are Kinch and Lebeau," Hogan introduced them, and explained what happened.

            "Whoa, heavy stuff, Colonel," Kinch said.

            "Oui, Colonel. And Klink is looking for you," Lebeau said.

            "Right. Why don't you guys get settled in and I'll go see what our beloved commandant wants," Hogan said.

            "Okay," replied Hannibal.

            Hogan walked across the yard and entered the outer office. He paused and smiled at Klink's secretary, Hilda. Then he knocked on the door to Klink's office and entered without waiting for a reply.

            "You wished to see me, Colonel?" Hogan asked.

            "Yes, Hogan. About 15 minutes ago, I heard a loud noise. What was it?" Klink asked, writing something down on a piece of paper.

            Hogan sat down and shrugged, "Indigestion? I hear German food is murder on the stomach."

            Klink stopped writing and looked at Hogan. "Very funny, Hogan, but your comments will only send you to the cooler."

            "On what charge?"

            "I'll think of something. However, since the guards turned up nothing, I'll dismiss it for now. But I want you and your men on their best behavior for the next few days."

            Hogan's senses perked up. "Why?" he asked.

            "Some top officers of the Third Reich will be delivering a top secret project to Berlin. One of their stops is Stalag 13. They will be here for two days and during that time I expect best behavior and no tricks, or its 30 days in the cooler!" Klink

continued writing. "Dismissed!"

            Hogan sneaked a cigar from Klink's box on his desk and left before he noticed. As he entered the barracks puffing his cigar, he noticed it was empty. Then he saw the cover to the bed above the tunnel pulled back. He went over and hit the side of the upper bunk bed sharply two times. The lower bed raised up and a ladder dropped into the floor. Hogan climbed down into

the tunnel. He walked down the main tunnel until he came to the one leading to Barracks 3. Sure enough, the A-Team was there.

            "All I'm saying is that this time-traveling stuff has worn out Billy. He needs a familiar place to go to sleep, B.A.," Murdock said.

            "For the last time sucka, there ain't no invisible dogs allowed in ma' van!" B.A. said menacingly.

            "Colonel!…" Murdock turned to Hannibal for support.

            "Maybe Colonel Hogan has someplace where Billy can rest," Hannibal said, smoking his own cigar.

            "Okay," Murdock said dejectedly.

            "I've got it!" crowed Face from inside the van. He exited, holding high a Walkman and headphones. He pressed a button, and the familiar notes of the Beach Boys' "Surfin' U.S.A." came through the earpiece. He sighed contently, "It's all better now!" He turned up the volume to full blast and began dancing. Murdock quickly caught on and before long, even B.A. was nodding his head to the catchy beat. As the song died down, Face clicked off the tape player.

            "Ah, that was good. I needed a break for a minute. Thanks, kid," Hannibal said.

            "Well, Hannibal, the van is fine," B.A. reported.

            "And so is everything inside," said Face.

            "Good," Hannibal said. All of the sudden, he noticed Hogan leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and a large grin on his face.

            "How long have you been there?" Hannibal asked.

            "Long enough. Murdock, your dog Billy can sleep in my quarters," Hogan said, still grinning.

            Murdock beamed at him. "Thank you so much, Colonel Hogan."

            "You're welcome. Where are my men?" Hogan asked.

            "They had to go on a work detail, so they told us to go down here. We decided to check out our van and make sure it wasn't damaged," Hannibal responded.

            "I'm glad it wasn't. You can come up now. That is, unless you would like to stay and dance for a while longer." Hogan turned with a smirk and walked back to the barracks. The team quickly packed up their stuff and followed him back. Once they were back above ground, Hannibal turned to Hogan.

            "Why did you give us back our weapons?"

            Hogan smiled, "Well, you seemed so set on your story, that I had to believe you. Especially after what had happened. It's not everyday that a black van appears in our tunnel with a loud 'bang'. So I decided to take a gamble. Besides, you had given up your weapons earlier. That struck me as odd. And I had a good feeling about you. Why did you trust me so quickly?"

            "Basically, Corporal Newkirk honestly had no idea who Decker was. That was the kicker. Despite your silence, I also had a good feeling about you. So, I decided to try to earn your trust. It was the least I could do after sticking a gun in your face. If I was you, I would have shut up too." Hannibal said.

            "I seriously thought that the Krauts had found us out," Hogan said.

            "It wasn't a bad assumption, considering what had happened. I would have thought the same thing. In fact, we did in a way think the same thing. We thought you guys were Decker's men," said Murdock, returning from Hogan's quarters.

            Just then, the door opened and in walked the rest of Hogan's men. They all sat down around the A-Team.

            "Say, B.A., how good are electronics in the future?" Kinch asked.

            "Real good. The bugs and tracking devices have gotten smaller and have a longer range on them," replied B.A.

            "So how do you guys make all of your explosives and such?" Carter asked.

            "Well, you see, we usually have Face scam us up some dynamite, C-4, TNT, whatever. Then we'll custom-make it into our own sizes," answered Murdock. "Of course, when the Colonel is on the Jazz, sometimes we don't get the opportunity to prepare. Then we usually mix and match whatever's around us."

            "The Jazz?" Newkirk asked.

            The whole team smiled. "The Jazz is difficult to explain…" began Face.

            "Yeah, it's sort of like this feeling you get when you perfect a plan, and then it blows up in your face, but you haven't even begun to fight yet. So, you scramble around to quickly compose another," Murdock explained.

            "You're all wrong! The Jazz is when Hannibal decides to make things harder for us. He plays a game with them. Only we usually end up holding the losing card," B.A. said.

            Hannibal grinned. "But, B.A., we always get out."

            "Yeah, but that's just because you're lucky. What about that last plan? The one where you called up Decker and told him to come and find you? We ended up going through the entire state and then we disappear and wind up here. I don't call that lucky."

            "Would you rather have flown?" Hannibal asked. "We can fly next time."

            "I ain't flying, sucka. And I ain't lettin' you around no phones before we're through."

            "Okay, enough gentlemen," Hogan said. "I will not allow any fighting in these Barracks."

            "What did Klink have to say, Colonel?" Carter asked.

            "Our beloved commandant heard the noise, but amazingly enough, he wasn't worried about that. He did say that top Nazi officers would be transporting a top-secret project to Berlin. Guess where one of their stops is?" Hogan said.

            "Stalag 13. Bloody swell," Newkirk grumbled.

            "Well, what do we do, Colonel?" Kinch asked.

            "First get on the radio to London. Let them know about the shipment. Tell them we have help, but don't tell them how they got here. Ask them what they want us to do," Hogan commanded.

            "Right, Colonel." Kinch disappeared into the tunnel.

            Just then, the door opened and in walked a guard. He was huge. Taking off his hat, he sat down by Murdock and looked around.

            "Colonel Hogan, I just wanted to know if you have any hot coffee," he asked.

            "Sure, Schultz. Lebeau, would you go get him a cup?"

            "Oiu, Colonel." Lebeau stood up and went over to the stove.

            Schultz turned to Murdock. "Carter, do you ha--," he began. Suddenly his eyes grew wide and he stood up, pointing his rifle at Murdock. "You're not Carter! Who are you?" Then he noticed the rest of the A-Team. "And who are they? Colonel Hogan!! I must report this to Commandant Klink!"

            "Okay, Schultz, you got us. They are escaped prisoners on their way to London. They decided to drop by here and say hello to us before leaving. But if you report this to Klink, he's going to wonder how they came in on your shift. Then you might find yourself in very deep trouble. The kind of trouble that gets sent to the Russian Front," Hogan said.

            "Colonel Hogan!!" Schultz cried.

            "It's up to you, Schultz," Hogan said.

            "Yeah, I hear the death toll is beginning to lower. Now it might be down to one out of every five people dead, Schultzie. You make a pretty big target. What do you say? Do you feel lucky?" Newkirk said.

            "I don't even win when the odds are one to one," Schultz said.

            "It's your call, Schultz," Carter added.

            Schultz slowly backed out of the door, forgetting about his coffee. "I see nothing. I know nothing. Nothing!"

            "Who was that?" Face asked, once Schultz had exited the Barracks.

            "That was Schultz, the head guard. You don't need to worry about him," Hogan said.

            "Yeah, I can see that," Hannibal said. He reached into his jacket pocket for another cigar. "Aw, I'm all out. Face, do you have a cigar?"

            "Sorry, Colonel, I gave you my last one when Decker was on our tail. If I recall, you said 'I shoot better with a cigar.'"

            "I know where you can get some cigars," Hogan said.

            "Where?" Hannibal asked.

            "Klink. He has boxes of them. But he will know if a whole box is missing. Then he will search this place and he won't stop until he finds them," Hogan said.

            Hannibal smiled. "Well, then we will just have to have him hand a box over to us."

            "How?" Carter asked.   

            Hannibal turned to Face. "Well, Lieutenant, feel up for a challenge?"

            Face groaned. "Hannibal! These aren't some little homeowners from the suburbs. We're talking about German Nazis!"

            "Can't handle it? I told these guys that you could scam anything out of anyone. You aren't going to let me down, now, are you?" Hannibal said.

            Face sighed. "How many boxes do you want?"

            "That's the spirit, Face! Get two. One for me and one for Colonel Hogan, here."

            "Are you sure you can pull it off, Face? I mean, Klink is pretty dumb and everything, but two boxes of cigars, isn't that pushing it?" Hogan asked.

            "But it wouldn't be fun if there wasn't a challenge, right, Hannibal?" Face remarked sarcastically, glancing at Hannibal.

            Hannibal only grinned.

            "He's on the Jazz," B.A. said.

            "Do you have a German general's uniform?" Face asked.

            "Yeah, down in our costume room," Newkirk said.

            "Perfect."

            A little while later, Face marched up into Klink's office. Unbeknownst to him, the others were crowded in Hogan's quarters, listening intently from a coffeepot. Inside of Klink's office, there was a bug planted on Klink's wall. The earpiece happened to be inside the coffeepot. A perfect place. From there, they could listen in on Face's scam without making him more

nervous than he was.

            "Yes, I am General Hans Niewoehner of the Third Reich. Hiel Hitler!" Face said to Hilda. He hoped that he was doing it in the right order. They had only mentioned that to him briefly. "I would like to speak with Colonel Wilhelm Klink."

            "Certainly, General."

            Face entered the office and was greeted by Klink.

            "General Niewoehner, what a pleasure it is to have you here!"

            "Yes, Colonel. Let me get right down to business. As you know, next week is Field Marshal Von Hatten's birthday. You know, of course, that he is the second-in-command to the assistant of the second-in-command to the assistant of Georing."

            "Oh, of course," Klink said.

            "I was sent around to collect birthday gifts from the various prison camps. I keep a list and I will present the list to Field Marshal Von Hatten with his gifts on his birthday so he knows who to uh, thank, if you know what I mean," Face continued.

            "No, I don't General," Klink said, puzzled.

            Face glared at him, "Last year I was a Lieutenant Colonel. Now I am a full General. How do you think I got this position, Colonel?"

            "Ah, now I see, General." Klink smiled broadly at him.

            "As you know the Field Marshal's favorite items are fine cigars. Due to the war, however, they have become very hard to come by. Some cigars presented to him would almost guarantee a big promotion."

            "Really?" Klink thought for a moment.

            "Certainly. I would think that someone in a Colonel's position would rise up to Field Marshal Von Hatten's second-in-command, who is also a Field Marshal," Face said.

            "Well, it just so happens that I have some Cuban cigars!" Klink stated proudly. He went to his safe, opened it, removed a box and handed it to Face.

            "How generous. One whole box," Face said sarcastically. "I will have to make note of that."

            "Oh, don't be silly. Have two boxes. Or better yet, take three," Klink said as he thrust the boxes into Face's arms.

            "This is much better, Colonel. I will definitely mention your generosity to Field Marshal Von Hatten personally. Heil Hitler!" With that, Face left.

            He exited the camp and walked over to the tree stump that was the entrance to the emergency tunnel. The cover popped open and Carter greeted him. Face nodded at him and shakily climbed down into the tunnel. When he got back to the barracks, he collapsed onto the bed. Hogan and Hannibal walked up to him. Both were sporting huge grins.

            "That was wonderful, Face! Three boxes? Amazing!" Hogan exclaimed.

            "Yeah, but I was terrified to death that Klink would at any minute catch on and arrest me. Or worse yet, shoot me on the spot," Face said. "Ugh! Next time, get me a nice gullible suburbanite!"

            "You were great!" Hannibal praised, "Well, where are they?"

            Face pulled the three boxes out from under his jacket and handed one box to Hannibal and two boxes to Hogan. "How did you know I had three?" he asked.

            Hogan answered, "We have Klink's office bugged. We all listened in while you pulled off your scam. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to distract you or anything. But, wow, that was incredible! Hannibal wasn't kidding when he said that you could scam anything out of anybody! I am impressed!"

            "Thank you, Colonel Hogan," Face replied, beaming at the praise.

            Hannibal opened up his box and offered it around. Everyone but Murdock and B.A. accepted.

            "So, Kinch," Hogan asked once everyone had settled down, "What did London have to say?"

            "Well, Colonel, they said to find out what this top secret project is and then report back to them," Kinch replied.

            "They didn't say anything about our new help?" Hogan inquired.

            "Nope. All they said was they would get back to us on that," Kinch said.

            "Hmmm, I don't like this," Hogan said, his brow furrowing.

            "What, sir?" asked Newkirk.

            "London is usually quick to voice their opinions, especially when it's something as unexpected and dramatic as this. We have four new men helping us, and they did not even ask one question?" Hogan remarked.

            "What are you suggesting?" Kinch asked.

            "I don't know just yet," Hogan said, "What I do know is that we need to find out as much information on this new project before it arrives."

            "And how do you propose we do that?" Newkirk asked.

            "Well, for starters, I think Klink knows more than he's letting on. I'm going to go pump him for more information. You guys work on Schultz." With that, Hogan walked out of the Barracks.

            A few minutes later, Schultz walked in, where he was greeted by the warm smell of freshly baked apple strudel.

            "Oh, apple strudel! My favorite!" Schultz exclaimed, breathing in deeply the sweetly scented air.

            "I baked it fresh for you, Schultzie," Lebeau said, removing the strudel from the heater in the room. "But before I give you this, I need to know a couple of things."

            "Oh, Lebeau! I know nothing!" Schultz began.

            "Relax, Schultzie, it's nothing too terribly important. All I want to know about is this project that's passing by here in a couple of days." Lebeau teasingly waved the strudel under Schultz's nose.

            "Oh, I know nothing…Wait," he said once Lebeau started to take away the strudel, "It's a top secret project guarded by the Gestapo themselves! They're bringing it in tomorrow while they notify Berlin."

            "What is it?"

            Schultz looked longingly at the strudel. "It's a new special type of plane. That's all I know. I promise!"

            Lebeau handed the strudel over to Schultz. He grabbed it and immediately began eating.

            "Lebeau?" he asked in between mouthfuls, "What ever happened to the guys that were here before?"

            "Do you really want to know, Schultzie?"

            "I know nothing! Nothing!" Schultz said as he exited the barracks.

            Hogan returned a few minutes later, "I couldn't get anything out of Klink. He's scared of something."

            "The Gestapo. They are the ones guarding the project," Lebeau filled him in on what Schultz had told him.

            "A plane, huh?" Hogan pondered. "Good work, Lebeau!"

            Just then, Kinch climbed out from the tunnel. "Oh, Colonel, London is on the radio, requesting to speak with you personally."

            Hogan followed him down into the tunnel.  Kinch handed the microphone to him.

            "Mama Bear, this is Papa Bear. Go ahead," Hogan said.

            "Papa Bear," came the message from London, "the identity of your newly acquired help has been established. They are Nazi spies. You have orders to kill them. Over."

            "Kill them? Are you certain? Over."

            "Yes. Over."

            "What if I refuse? Over," Hogan asked.

            "Papa Bear, this is not a request. It is a direct order. Failure to carry out your orders will result in your arrest and trial for treason. Over."

            "Roger, Mama Bear, over and out." With a sigh, Hogan set the microphone on the table. His eyes had a distant, faraway look to them. Kinch noticed.

            "Colonel, are you alright?"

            "Spies? I can't believe that," Hogan said, betrayal evident in his voice.

            "They had us all fooled, Colonel," Kinch tried to console Hogan. "We'd better go tell the others."

            Hogan nodded sadly and climbed back up the ladder. Back in the barracks, the Heroes waited for Hogan to tell them the message. But Hogan changed his mind, and instead walked to his quarters, lay down on his bed and closed his eye. Soon after, there came a soft knock on the door.

            "Come in," Hogan said.

            The door opened, and Kinch walked into the tiny room.

            "I haven't yet told them. I felt that you should. But, if you want me to, then I will," he said.

            "No thank you, Kinch. I feel it is my duty that they hear it from me," Hogan said, not moving. "Would you please call them in here?"

            Kinch closed the door behind him and quickly gathered the Heroes together. The A-Team members, exhausted after the day's events, were sound asleep in various beds. Only after they had assembled in his quarters did Hogan finally open up his eyes and sit up.

            "Men, I have some terrible news. As you know, London has long suspected that the Nazis would try to infiltrate our organization." Hogan paused. "London has just now confirmed that the men sleeping out there, the "A-Team," are in fact, German spies."

            There was a slight murmur. Hogan held up his hand.

            "Not only that," he continued, "but they have ordered us to…to eliminate these men."

            The Heroes began protesting.

            "Colonel, are you certain?" Carter asked.

            "Oh, that's just bloody swell," Newkirk retorted angrily. "London wants us to murder four people."

            "Spies, Newkirk, they're Nazi spies," Hogan said. "And no, Carter, I am not certain. I wish to confirm this with my own eyes. Kinch, can you plant a bug inside their van?"

            "Sure, Colonel."

            "Good, then do it."

            "Right." Kinch left the room.

            Lebeau spoke up, "What if London is right? What if they are spies?"

            "Our orders were very specific," Hogan simply said.

            "You're going to kill them in cold blood?" Carter asked.

            "It's not like I want to, but I have no choice. It's a direct order," Hogan snapped.

            The Heroes stared at Hogan. Hogan looked at them. Then, sighing, he lay back down and folded his arms across his eyes. "That's all," he said.

            The Heroes slowly filed out of the tiny room. In hushed whispers far away from the sleeping team, they discussed the new orders. Each expressed disbelief at the possibility that their new friends could be spies, but all agreed to back up their commanding officer on whatever he decided. A little while later, Kinch returned from the tunnel and they all entered Hogan's

quarters once more.

            "Colonel, the bug is in place inside their van," Kinch reported.

            "Good," Hogan said quietly.

            The Heroes looked at each other. Finally, Newkirk spoke up.

            "Uh, sir? We've been discussing this and uh, we feel that although we do not like these new orders, we shall fully support you in any decision you make."

            Hogan stood up. "Thank you, Newkirk. You are all in agreement on this?"

            The Heroes nodded. Hogan gave the briefest glimmer of a smile.

            "Thank you," he repeated quietly. He walked over to the door and peeked out. The A-Team was still sleeping. Hogan stepped out of his quarters, firmly shut the door behind him, and strode purposefully over to the table, where he sat down and pretended to drink a cup of coffee.

            Hannibal awoke with a start when Hogan sharply banged his cup down on the table.

            "Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Hogan asked.

            Hannibal stretched before answering. "It's alright. I think it was about time we headed back down to the tunnel. I don't want your commandant walking in and finding us here."

            He quickly woke the others and they all sleepily descended into the tunnel. Hogan reminded them that he would lift the bed for them in the morning, since they locked it into place at night. Once the bed was firmly in place, Hogan reentered his quarters, where Kinch had already assembled the coffeepot. The Heroes crowded around the tiny pot and strained to listen.

Shortly after, the sounds of the van doors opening and closing could be heard. There were a few more moments of shuffling around as the team got settled into their positions for the night.

            "Well guys, what do you think?" Hannibal asked, once it became quiet again.

            "It's nice, but I sure miss the 80s," Murdock said. "I don't think they have decent VA hospitals here, let alone a mental wing. They don't even comprehend the idea of mental illnesses. I'll never survive!"

            "And Hannibal, what are you going to do once this war ends? Aquamaniac movies don't even begin for another 40 years," Face stated.

            "But I could get another acting job. And Murdock, you wouldn't be always hiding from the military police. You could always be in on the fame and glory. No more sneaking around behind Decker's back," Hannibal said.

            "But what about my 'Vette? And B.A.'s day care center? And Cyndi?" Face asked the last one with a slightly dreamy tone.

            "Yeah, Hannibal, what about ma' center?" B.A. asked, beginning to get a bit upset.

            "Relax, guys. When 1984 comes back around again, B.A. can pick up where he left off on his day care center, and Face, your Corvette will still be in the same place you left it at that instant," Hannibal rationalized.

            "But we'll be in wheelchairs by then!" whined Face. "What good will a sporty car do me if nobody is around to appreciate it?"

            "Colonel, this day was fun, but don't want to spend the rest of my life reliving my life. I did that once. It was hard enough the first time, and I really don't want to experience it again," Murdock said.

            "But we can't leave now. We have to help out Hogan and his men with that Nazi project that is coming tomorrow. Besides, do any of you know how to get back?"

            The men shook their heads. "I don't even know how we got here," Face commented remorsefully.

            "So then it's settled. We'll assist Colonel Hogan and his men when they need us, and try to find a way home when they don't. Agreed?" said Hannibal.

            "Agreed," said the team.

            "Oh, come on, now. That's not what I want to hear! You guys don't have any spirit! Don't you understand that we are helping out our country?" Hannibal said.

            "We've been helping out our country. That's why we did the Hanoi job, because our country said to do it. Now they deny ever giving us the order and we are running from them!" Face dejectedly said.

            "Yes, but why do we keep helping?" asked Hannibal.

            "Because we've got nothing better to do?" answered Face.

            "No, because we are Americans! And Americans do not turn their backs on other Americans! We will come out of this together, with our heads held high, and our hearts bursting with pride. 'Why don't you go to Canada where you are safe?' ask many of our clients. Well, why don't we? We don't because we are not Canadian! We are American citizens! Born and raised on

American soil! We risked our lives defending the American flag, and do we really want to give in now? After all we have been through, do we really want to just walk away when fellow soldiers are in need? I believe that Colonel Hogan and each and every one of his men risk their lives more times than we can even hope to compare, all for America and her allies. For us to even begin to whine and complain when this is happening here, now, would be traitorous in itself. And I will not allow it on my team."

            For a few moments after Hannibal angrily gave his speech, there was absolute silence in the van. Finally, Face gave a small sigh.

            "You are right, Hannibal. I am sorry. I've just been under a lot of stress lately."

            "It's alright, kid. We all have been under a lot of stress this past week. I think that every once in a while we need to hear the familiar voice of reason pound back into our heads why we first joined the military," Hannibal said.

            "Hey, you know what usually calms me down when I begin to feel anxious at time like these?" Murdock softly asked.

            "What?" Face implored.

            "Well, I like to sing our national anthem. Not at full blast, like at those baseball games, but clearly, softly, and meaningfully. It has a wonderfully soothing effect. Let's try it now."

            Slowly, Murdock began the opening words to "The Star-Spangled Banner." One by one, the rest of the team joined in the song. Their voices echoed, blending to form a melodious pitch that resonated throughout the van. When the last word was sung, and the sound faded away, the team felt calmer, more like the team they were, than they had ever felt that day.

            "Good night, guys," Hannibal said, and drifted off to a deep, peaceful sleep.

            Up in the barracks, Hogan and the rest of the men listened astonishingly.

            "Well," said Hogan, putting the coffeepot back together again, "I don't know about you guys, but that erased from my mind any doubt that these men are traitors. I cannot carry out my orders."

            "Um, Colonel, neither can we," said Lebeau, speaking for all of the Heroes.

            "Tomorrow I will inform Colonel Smith of our orders," Hogan said.

            "Then what?" Newkirk asked.

            Hogan paused, "I don't know. But I do know that I hope he will forgive me. Then it is up to them."

            With that, the Heroes went to their own beds, and fell into an uneasy sleep.

            The next morning, the team awoke, refreshed, and ready for action. Meanwhile, The Heroes and Hogan awoke to roll call a little tired and worn out--not a good prediction for the rest of the day. After roll call, Lebeau quickly made up some breakfast and followed Hogan and the rest of the men into the tunnel. There, they found the A-Team humming to more of the cassette while fixing up the van. Hannibal looked up from cleaning the roller on the van's side door as Hogan approached.

            "Morning, Colonel," he cheerfully called out.

            "Good morning to you," Hogan responded. "Lebeau brought you and your team some breakfast."

            Hannibal smiled and voiced his thanks. He accepted the plate from Lebeau and sat down inside the van to eat. B.A., Face, and Murdock joined him. B.A. had been waxing the van, while Murdock and Face were checking the important things such as oil, tire pressures, radiator fluid, and windshield wiper fluid. While they were eating, Hogan motioned his men to step back

slightly and he approached Hannibal.

            Hannibal looked up. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you want any? How about a place to sit?"

            Hogan shook his head. "No, thank you, Colonel. In fact, I wanted to talk to you about something."

            "Sure," Hannibal said.

            Hogan took a deep breath and began the speech he had mentally thought out the night before.

            "As you know, we reported your presence here to London headquarters."

            Face spoke up. "That's right. They didn't respond."

            "Right. Well, last night, they relayed a message to me."

            Something in his tone made the team stop eating and give Hogan their full attention.

            "It said," he continued, "that you were spies for Germany and I had orders to kill you."

            "What!?" Murdock exclaimed.

            "Well, Colonel, why didn't you?" Hannibal inquired. "Why tell us?"

            "I was going to, but something in the back of my mind told me to further investigate this. So, I had Kinch plant a bug in your van last night. I heard your conversation. After that, I knew that you couldn't possibly be spies," Hogan explained.

            "You planted a bug in ma' van?!" B.A. shouted.

            "Calm down, B.A.," Hannibal said.

            "Look, I know you're angry," Hogan began.

            "No, I am not angry," Hannibal interrupted quietly, "just hurt."

            "If you'll let me explain," Hogan tried to continue.

            "Okay, I guess I can give you that much," Hannibal said.

            "I received the orders from the highest authority. From what I heard last night, the mission that caused you to be on the run also came from the highest authority. Look, we don't go around killing people. We would much rather take them alive. So, when the orders came, I was suspicious. I ordered Kinch to plant the bug and see if you would let something slip that would--"

            "Incriminate us?" Face asked sarcastically.

            "No, that would exculpate you," Hogan replied. He continued. "When I heard you talking about going back and then Colonel Smith talking about staying and helping us, well, I just couldn't carry out my orders. Then you all sang the national anthem for America, and I knew that there had to be a mistake somewhere. I am so sorry. I know I don't deserve your help after this,

and if you want to leave, I'll understand."

            "What, and miss all the fun?" Hannibal asked. "Besides, we aren't on the run. Nobody knows who we are. And that is a wonderful freedom."

            "Then you'll stay?" Hogan asked.

            "Absolutely! But only on one condition,"

            "Name it, it's yours."

            "That we get to help you find out who sent those orders and why."

            "It's a deal!"

            Hogan and Hannibal shook hands. Behind them, the Heroes cheered.

            "You're not mad?" Hogan asked.

            "Well, I was, but I understand. Besides, we know all about blindly following orders, right guys?"

            They nodded.

            "Now, how about devising a plan to find out what that project is?" Hannibal asked.

            "Just what did you have in mind, Hannibal?" Face asked with a hint of sarcasm. Hannibal grinned and lit a cigar.

            "Well," he began, puffing a few times, "what is the one thing that all German soldiers are afraid of?"

            Carter spoke up, "Oh I know this! The Russian Front."

            Hannibal's grin became bigger. "Right," he praised. "And (I'll make it easy for you): whom else?"

            "The Gestapo?" Kinch tentatively answered.

            "Now you've got it!"

            "I don't like where this is going," Face moaned.

            B.A. agreed. "He's on the Jazz."

            "But, Colonel, I have a question," Carter said, still a touch puzzled.

            "What is that, Carter?" Hogan asked.

            "Well, the Gestapo is guarding the project. How are we going to scare them well enough to get a look at it? We can't use the Russian Front, because they send people there themselves. The only way we could send the Gestapo to the Front is by being some General, and even they have trouble. Any higher would surely raise suspicion. On the other hand, if we dress up as Gestapo agents, then they would surely recognize their own men and shoot us on the spot. So what exactly is your plan?"

            "These are excellent questions, Carter," Hannibal replied. "And the answer is we aren't going to use either. A regular German uniform will do nicely. Preferably a general's or higher. All we need to do is look at the project. We aren't going to steal it…yet."

            "But those bloody krauts are going to be all over that project. How are we going to get to it?" Newkirk asked.

            "We aren't going to get to it, it is going to come to us," Hannibal concluded with a dramatic sweeping of his hand.

            Later that day, a truck rolled into camp. Klink stepped outside to greet it, but quickly stepped back into his office when a short Gestapo agent proceeded to yell at him.

            "Who's that?" Murdock asked, watching from the barracks window with Hogan.

            "That is Major Hochstetter, probably the man in charge of security on this project."

            "He looks like he knows Klink."

            "He tries not to think about him. I don't know whom he hates worse: Klink or me" Hogan's smirk seemed a little smug. Murdock also grinned, then bent down and patted the air just above his shin.

            "Okay, Billy, I want you to stay here while we do our work. This is very important, now, so behave yourself. I don't want to come back and find out that you chewed up Colonel Hogan's invisible teddy bear, or his favorite pair of invisible slippers. You hear me? Good boy!"

            Hogan watched him with fascination. "You really think there's a dog there?"

            "I don't think. It makes my head hurt. Besides, Billy's here. But don't tell B.A.; he doesn't like it when Billy comes on our missions."

            "Your secret's safe with me. But, doesn't he already know?"

            "Yeah, but he doesn't like to be reminded."

            "Oh."

            Hogan looked out of the window again. He saw Hannibal dressed in his general's uniform, accompanied by Lebeau in his own lieutenant's uniform. They were both walking intently towards Klink's office, where Major Hochstetter had entered only moments earlier. Inside the barracks, Hogan already had the coffeepot set up and he and Murdock crowded around it, listening

intently.

            "Colonel Klink, what is the meaning of all this?!" Hannibal boomed from the doorway.

            Both Klink and Hochstetter jumped, startled.

            "Who are you?" Major Hochstetter suspiciously inquired.

            "I am General Stueben. Hiel Hitler!" Hannibal arrogantly stressed the first syllable of each word.

            "Hiel Hitler!" Lebeau shrieked behind him, his voice transformed into a high-pitched whine.

            "Hiel Hitler," echoed Hochstedder and Klink.

            "And who might you be?" Hannibal sneered at Hochstetter.

            "I am Major Hochstetter, Gestapo."

            Hannibal arrogantly sauntered over to Klink's desk. "'Major Hochstetter, Gestapo,'" he repeated aloud. "Taking notes, Lieutenant?"

            Lebeau quickly whipped a pad and pen from his jacket pocket and hastily scribbled Hochstetter's name down.

            "Note also the lack of greeting by the camp, Stalag 13, and the position of a vehicle dangerously close to the main office. Here it is also a hazard for any incoming people, like generals of the Third Reich," Hannibal continued.

            Klink began to protest, but Hannibal held up his hand. "Note the lack of a salute by any officer, specifically the previously mentioned names, and the guards out front." Hannibal stopped and gazed at Klink and Hochstetter. Klink had visibly paled, while

Hochstetter's already colored face became crimson with anger. "I think I'll spare you any further reports. After all, I don't want to send you to the Eastern Front. At least," he added mysteriously, "not yet."

            "Oh, thank you, Herr General," Klink began.

            "Please, spare me your flatteries," Hannibal said, raising his hand, "Meanwhile, I want that truck out of here!" His voice bellowed throughout the tiny office. Then, abruptly as he had come, he turned sharply on his heels and marched out of the room. The door slamming furiously hard behind him, shaking the doorframe and knocking a picture down that was resting on Klink's desk.

            A few minutes later, Hannibal and Lebeau came up from the tunnel, dressed in their regular clothes. Hannibal was flushed with excitement. Both were slightly out of breath.

            "Well?" Hannibal asked Hogan expectantly, "How were we?"

            "Great! I would have loved to have seen Hochstetter's face when Lebeau wrote his name down on the notepad," Hogan said. "But now, phase two of the plan."

            Hogan picked up the walkie-talkie radio beside him and spoke into the mouthpiece. "Eagle to Stork, Eagle to Stork."

            Kinch's voice came over the receiver. "Stork. Go ahead, Eagle."

            "Phase One complete. Standby to intercept phone calls."

            "Roger, Eagle."

            Hogan paused for a moment, then spoke again. "Eagle to Hawk, Eagle to Hawk."

            Carter's voice came through, "Hawk to Eagle."

            "Report, Hawk."

            "We are in position and ready."

            "Roger, Hawk. Standby for action."

            "Roger."

            Hogan made one more report on the radio. "Eagle to Falcon. Eagle to Falcon."

            Newkirk's voice said, "Falcon to Eagle."

            "Standby for action."

            "Roger."

            Hogan set down the walkie-talkie radio. Murdock waved him over to the bug. Hochstetter was making a phone call.

            "Hello? Gestapo Base Headquarters? This is Major Hochstetter. Hiel Hitler. I was just approached by a General Steuben who ordered me to move Project Red Alert."

            There was a short pause. "Yes sir, right away sir. But, where shall I move it to?"

            There was another pause. "Yes sir." Hochstetter hung up the phone.

            "What did he say?" Klink said.

            "He said that General Steuben was a part of the inspection team assigned to randomly inspect barracks and bases. He had apparently wasted no time calling headquarters. The general there ordered me to immediately transport the truck."

            Inside the barracks, the men grinned.

            "Well, where are you going to move it to?" Klink asked.

            "To the next point. There we will hold it for the time until it is time to move to Berlin."

            With that, Hochstetter marched angrily out of the room. Outside, he quickly got on the truck and it started up. It exited the camp.

            Hogan picked up the radio again. He quickly warned Newkirk that the truck was en route to the next stop.

            A little ways away from camp, Newkirk and Face were all dressed in German uniforms. Soon, they heard the sounds of a truck approaching them. They all stepped out in the middle of the road. The truck pulled around the corner and stopped when it saw them. Face approached the truck.

            "Show me your papers."

            The driver handed Face some papers. Face scanned them. "Transport of a top secret project."

            Newkirk walked around the back of the truck and glanced inside. Then he came around beside Face again and said, "There is a small airplane back there."

            Face glanced up at him. "Oh, right. That must have been what Berlin was talking about. It matches with the papers. You may go."

            He handed the papers back to the driver and the truck continued along the road.

            Newkirk reported back what had happened.

            Back at the barracks, Hogan acknowledged Newkirk's report. Then he notified Carter and B.A.

            "The situation has changed. Stop the truck at all costs. Make sure that the cargo is not damaged."

            "Roger."

            Hogan turned to Murdock. "Do you think you could fly that thing?"

            Murdock smiled. "If it has wings, then its airborne."

            "Good. We need to get you out to Carter and B.A. immediately. This new plane is a top secret Allied project. Somehow the Nazis got hold of it. We need to get it back before they find out more about it. Do you think you could fly it back to England?"

            "Sure, Colonel."

            "Okay. Lebeau, take Murdock out to where Carter and B.A. are set up. Make it quick."

            "Oui, Colonel." Murdock and Lebeau disappeared into the tunnel.

            Back on the road, Carter and B.A. waited for the truck to approach. When they heard the sounds of it nearing, Carter walked over to a box with a handle sticking out of it. As soon as the truck passed by a certain point, Carter pressed down on the handle and B.A. threw lighted dynamite in front of the truck. It was pandemonium. The truck fell into one of the potholes that was blown out by Carter's dynamite, and B.A. and Carter quickly surrounded the truck. But the blasts had knocked all of the passengers unconscious. They quickly surveyed the damage. It looked like a stray bomb from an air raid. Which is what they had

planned. After a minute or two, Lebeau and Murdock arrived. Murdock quickly got into the plane, taxied shortly, and took off, howling through the skies. Lebeau reported back to Hogan what had happened. Hogan then told everyone to return back to base.

            Meanwhile, Murdock was cruising at an average altitude when he spotted the shores of England. He radioed his landing in to the nearest air base. He landed, and dozens of soldiers descended upon him. He was taken inside.

            Inside, a General was seated behind a desk.

            "Tell me how you managed to get hold of a top secret project," the General said.

            "Well sir, we intercepted it from the Gestapo and I immediately flew it over here," Murdock said.

            "You intercepted it from the Gestapo? Who are 'we'?"

            "My friends."

            "You wouldn't happen to be part of Colonel Hogan's new help, would you?"

            Something in his tone made Murdock say, "No. We are part of the underground in Germany."

            The General thought for a moment, then dismissed Murdock. He ordered some guards to prepare a room for him, since it was late. Murdock thanked him and followed the guard over to the guest barracks. As he lay in bed, he thought about the way the General had asked him if he was Colonel Hogan's help. Finally he had worked himself up so much that he couldn't sleep until he resolved his mind. He silently slipped out of the barracks and sneaked over to the office. He quickly picked the lock, silently thanking Face for making him learn how. Once inside, he walked over to the General's office and opened up a filing cabinet. He scanned through the files. Pushing in that drawer, he continued on through the line until he was finished. He found nothing. Thinking hard, he opened up the desk's drawers, all to no avail. Just as he was about to give up and go back to bed, he noticed that

the moonlight was shining against a plant. However, the thing that caught his eye was that the leaves were all facing away from the window.

            That's odd, he thought. I know from the plants at the VA that any plant in a room will always turn its leaves to the window. That's where the sun is. Why not this one? He walked over to inspect it more thoroughly. As he was examining the plant, he saw that the wallpaper behind the plant had a slight mismatch. Murdock pushed the plant aside and proceeded to tap

the surrounding area softly. Thud, thud, thud, clunk. Murdock smiled. He found a hollow spot. Feeling around for some sort of lever or button, he noticed that there was a slight bulge on one of the tiny pattern of dots. He pressed it, and with a soft click, the wall opened slightly. Murdock pulled the panel open. Inside were papers. Murdock quickly scanned them. As he did, his mouth dropped slightly and his eyes widened. They were German papers. All were addressed to Colonel Gunther Agustus. Inside were also papers describing in detail Hogan's operation. They were dated a week ago. Might explain why he hasn't acted upon any of this information. Murdock thought. But wait, he has. He ordered Hogan and his men to kill us. But he doesn't know that Hogan didn't carry out his orders. What is his plan? Murdock thought for a moment. Then he came up with an explanation. He thinks that we are Allied soldiers. By ordering Hogan to kill us, he's framing Hogan for treason. Hogan and his men will be taken out of their positions and most likely shot. And this guy will deny everything. I guess that's one advantage at having being screwed over by the government: you become more cynical of the motives behind others. Murdock silently returned the papers and went back to his barracks.

            The next morning, Murdock requested a guard to let him call his superiors. He called up to the highest command by impersonating the General's voice. Finally, when he reached someone he had heard Hogan mention as a friend, he identified himself and explained the situation. The person promised that military cars would be there within the hour. Murdock hung up and

wandered back to the barracks.

            An hour later, dozens of vehicles drove into the compound. Murdock met them out there and introduced himself. One man walked up to him and identified himself as General Donaldson, the man Murdock had talked to on the phone. Murdock saluted him and led him to the office. The General was writing out some papers when they walked in.

            He stood up and saluted. "What brings you here, General?" he asked.

            "Sit down, General," Donaldson commanded. He sat, confused. "Go on, Mr. Murdock."

            Murdock swallowed hard and walked over to the plant. It was in the same position it was in last night, which was a good sign that the General hadn't moved anything. He pressed the button and opened up the panel. Then he looked at Donaldson. Donaldson walked over to the wall and pulled out some papers. He quickly scanned them and looked at the General. He was

glaring at Murdock.

            "Guards, arrest this man on the charges of being a Nazi spy," Donaldson ordered.

            The guards went to arrest the General, when he suddenly lunged at Murdock, standing a few feet away from Donaldson. He grabbed him and held Murdock as a shield in front of him. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Murdock's head.

            "Nobody move, or this man dies."

            Everyone froze.

            "Drop your weapons."

            Donaldson nodded at the guards. All placed their guns on the ground.

            The General spoke again, "I knew you were part of the new team that Hogan got. So, he didn't carry out my order. He should be arrested for disobeying an officer."

            "So you were the one who gave that order. What were you trying to do?  Have Hogan and his men kill Allied soldiers, then get arrested for treason? That would have been a great plan to get rid of the operation," Murdock said.

            "Wow, I see that you finding my secret panel wasn't just dumb luck. You really are smart."

            "Just how do you plan to get away?" Donaldson asked.

            "I'll think of something. All I need to do is get out of camp. Then it will be easy to get to Germany from here."

            He started to walk to the door, with Murdock still shielding him. All of the sudden, an armored jeep crashed into the wall. Everyone turned to face this new danger. Murdock smiled, for he instantly recognized the work of Hannibal, Face, and B.A. Then, he sprang into action. Ducking, he elbowed the General in the diaphragm. He doubled over and Murdock punched him in the face, knocking him on his back. The jeep had stopped and out popped Hogan, Hannibal, B.A. and Newkirk. Following him in another jeep (not fortified) were Face and the rest of the Heroes. Hogan quickly saluted General Donaldson and walked over to Murdock.

            "Good work, Murdock."

            "Thanks, Colonel Hogan."

            Hannibal smiled at Murdock, "Excellent work, Captain."

            "Would someone please tell me what is going on here?" Donaldson asked, after he had handcuffed the General. "What are you doing out of Stalag 13, and who are these men?"

            "Well, Klink suddenly came down with a case of food poisoning, so we could easily slip away. We scammed a plane from the nearest airport with the help of Face. Then, I flew us over here," Hogan explained. He introduced the A-Team to Donaldson.

            "But why?" Murdock asked.

            "We thought you might need some help, especially since you don't know anyone over here," Hogan said.

            "Oh."

            "And from the looks of things, we got here just in time," Newkirk added.

            "So what happened?" Carter asked.

            "Well, it turns out that this General here is a Nazi spy. He discovered your operation at Stalag 13, and instead of telling someone, he ordered you guys to kill your newly acquired help," Donaldson began.

            "Yeah, then he could accuse you all of killing Allied soldiers, thus revealing yourselves to be traitors. After that, you would be arrested, tried, and most likely shot for treason. The General would deny ever have given you the order. It would be his word against yours," Murdock continued.

            "A perfect plan," Kinch commented bitterly as the General was escorted out into a waiting jeep.

            "Except he didn't count on Hogan questioning the orders," Donaldson added. "Say, Hogan, why did you not carry out those orders?"

            "Well General, of all the orders you've given me, how many of those required that we kill someone?" Hogan asked.

            "I see your point," answered Donaldson.

            "I don't get how the plane fits into all of this," Carter said.

            "Well, the way we figure, the General really was assigned to spy on Allied operations. He most likely overheard someone mention a new plane in one of the conferences. He must have had his accomplices help steal it and turn it over to Germany," Donaldson explained. "It's a good thing Colonel Hogan noticed that it was a top secret operation. We had our suspicions that was the new top secret project the Gestapo was talking about, but we weren't certain."

            "So then who is helping him?" Newkirk asked.

            "We'll find out," Donaldson said.

            "How?"

            "I'm pretty certain that we can cut a deal with him," Donaldson said.

            "You can't let him go before the war is over. He knows about our operation," Carter said a little bit frantically.

            "Oh, I don't plan on that. He will remain in England for the remainder of the war. It is just a matter of what prison camp he is assigned to," explained Donaldson.

            "We better get back to Stalag 13. Klink may be sick, but he's bound to notice us missing sooner or later," Kinch reminded them.

            "Right," Donaldson agreed. "I'll keep in touch and inform you of further developments."

            "Hey this is great!" Murdock exclaimed. "Colonel Hogan and I can fly us back!"

            "Listen sucka! I ain't gettin' on no plane with you, crazy fool!" B.A. began.

            "Don't worry, B.A., Murdock and I will be jumping out with you. We can't fly," Hogan said.

            "But I still ain't flyin'! I don't know how you got me over here, but I ain't goin' back!"

            Behind him, Face and Hannibal exchanged a grin. Hannibal pulled out a tiny vial of powder. Face pulled out a Snickers bar and unwrapped it. Hannibal broke it into two pieces and poured the powder onto the caramel. He quickly stirred it in with a toothpick. Face walked around B.A. and ate the other piece.

            "Want the other half, B.A.?" he innocently asked, holding it out as a peace offering.

            "Thanks, Face," B.A. said. He took the bar and ate it. Seconds later, he collapsed into Hannibal's waiting arms. Face picked up his feet and they carried him over to the back of the jeep.

            "I love it when a plan comes together!" Hannibal grinned, putting a fresh cigar into his mouth.

            "We better hurry if we want to land before he wakes up," Murdock said.

            Donaldson smiled and said, "Right. There will be a plane ready for you at the airport. Good luck."

            The Heroes and the A-Team piled back onto the jeeps and they took off.

            Hours later, they parachuted out of the plane. Murdock was quite content, since he had somewhat conned the pilot into allowing him to fly most of the way over. B.A. was still unconscious. They quickly landed, and hurriedly made their way over to the tree stump. Once back in the barracks, they all let out cheers and hi-fived each other. Then, they all decided to call it a night. The A-Team woke B.A. up by splashing icy water on his face. He awoke, and they convinced him that a vase that had been precariously teetering on the edge of the bookcase slipped off and knocked him out. Then, the A-Team descended into the

tunnel and went to their van.

            A few days after they returned, Hogan reported that they had gotten word from Donaldson. His prediction had been correct, and the General agreed to tell them everything they wanted to know in exchange for a luxurious prisoner-of-war camp, maximum security, of course. The plane had been returned to the air force base, and the captains assisting the General had been

arrested. Donaldson reported that the Germans had not learned anything from the plane. They were in the middle of transporting the plane when Hogan and his team intercepted it. Hochstetter had managed to avoid any punishment by claiming that an air raid had destroyed the vehicle he and his men had been riding in. The blast had thrown them from the truck and destroyed the plane. Underground soldiers contacted by Hogan had removed Hochstetter and his men before destroying the truck. When questioned about moving the truck, Hochstetter said that he had been ordered to move the truck from General Steuben. Further investigation revealed no General Steuben in the Axis or Allied armies, and no picture of anybody resembling him was uncovered. The case was dropped and Hochstetter was acquitted of all charges.

            For the next week, the A-Team made minor repairs to their van, figuring that they had time now to do them. The Heroes frequently assisted them, and the A-Team also managed to snag a few things for the Heroes, such as extra Red Cross packages. Finally, Hannibal announced that they should try to get back to their own time.

            The Heroes and the A-Team stood in front of the van. Face walked up to Lebeau and Newkirk.

            "I noticed that you two seem to be on good terms with the ladies around here. I just wanted to give you these things." He held out two books and two bottles of cologne. "It a book of my best cons for ladies, along with my best cologne. It'll get them every time," he added with a wink.

            Newkirk and Lebeau smiled. "Thank you," they said. "We also have something for you." Lebeau handed Face a large book.

            "It's a cookbook," Newkirk explained. "We also noticed that you seem to grab a lot of ladies, so Lebeau wrote down all of his best recipes and I put them into this book."

            Meanwhile, Murdock had walked up to Carter. He held out the cassette player and tape.

            "You seemed to enjoy this tape the most, so here's a little something to remember us by."

            Carter accepted the gift with a huge smile. "Thank you, Murdock. Well, it just so happens that I have something for you, too." He handed Murdock two toy model planes. "I made these this week. They are the one you flew to England, and the one we all flew back in. You know, just to remember your times here."

            Murdock smiled and thanked him.

            At the same time, Kinch had approached B.A. "Here is a book on all the radio codes we use. You might need them in the future, in case you run out of your own codes."

            "Thanks, man." B.A. held out a tiny box. Kinch looked at it, puzzled. "It's the best bug so far. It's tiny, and has a range of five miles."

            Kinch grinned.

            During the time all this was occurring, Hogan had walked up to Hannibal. He held out a small box to him. Hannibal opened it and looked at the contents. It was a gold plated cigar lighter. He held it up and read the inscription engraved on it.

 

            TO HANNIBAL, FROM HOGAN

            A PRESENT FROM THE PAST

 

            Hannibal grinned at Hogan. "Thank you, it's beautiful. But how did you get it?"

            Hogan smiled. "I contacted some friends in Hammelburg. They got it done for me this week."

            "Thank you," Hannibal said. Then, he took out his own box and handed it to Hogan. Hogan opened it and looked at the gift lying inside.

            "It's a medal I got for bravery. Your work here goes unnoticed, but I feel you deserve this more than I do. Besides," he added lightly, "the government doing everything in their power to try and take it away from me. I would much rather you have it then them."

            Hogan thanked Hannibal. Then, the A-Team piled back into their van. "Oh," Hannibal called out. "If you're ever in Los Angeles on March 11, 1984, stop by Mr. Lee's Laundry. I figure it will take us a day or so to get away from Decker."

            "Will do," the Heroes replied. They stood back as B.A. started up the van. He put it into drive, and another bright flash enclosed it. After the flash subsided, the Team found themselves back in the same tunnel they had been when they left. Hannibal glanced out of the window again.

            "Decker's stopped!" he reported. "All the cars died!"

            The Team cheered. Then, the van pulled out of the tunnel. True to Hannibal's former prediction, the main highway lay within sight. B.A. steered the van onto the road, and they drove away.

            The next day, Hannibal was dressed in his typical Chinese outfit, disguised as Mr. Lee. The rest of the Team was scattered throughout various parts of the store. The door opened, and in walked a man followed by four others. They all looked vaguely familiar, but there was a vigor about them that was unmistakable. The first man walked up to Hannibal.

            "I am seeking a Colonel Hannibal Smith of the A-Team," he said purposefully.

            "Why you seek A-Team?" Hannibal asked.

            "Well, we worked so well together last time, I was wondering if he might have room on the team for five more members."

            With that, Hannibal stood up from his stooped position and removed his wig and false teeth.

            "Good to see you, Colonel."

 

 

The End

 

 


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