Title: All Figured Out

Author: Billy

Summary: In response to Quick Pick Midnight – Hannibal and Decker are playing mind games again.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team and I've not made a penny from this – I just do it for the Jazz!

January 2009



Hannibal lay on a ridge, looking through binoculars down onto the town below. Amy and BA were lying beside him. The daylight was growing dim, the evening clear. On the horizon, the sky was that pinkish-red with the sun going down.

"We'll hit the town after midnight; that way those creeps will be so drunk, they won't know what hit them," Hannibal said, handing BA the binoculars.

"What about Decker?" Amy asked, anxiously, convinced he wasn't too far away. "Do you think he fell for your trick?"

"No, knowing Decker, he's probably out there somewhere, too," Hannibal replied, too coolly for Amy's liking.

"What?" Amy frowned, looking at BA, who gave her a similar puzzled look and shook his head. "So, shouldn't we move on? If he's out there...."

Hannibal chuckled. "And who do you figure will clear up our mess once we move out?" he said, grinning at her, and she rolled her eyes. BA grumbled something about the jazz.

"Let's hope you get to create the mess before he shows up. Have you got a plan?"

"Of course I've got a plan." Hannibal grinned and patted his top pocket. "Now where's Face? I'm all out of cigars."


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Through a similar pair of binoculars, Crane searched the town below and the surrounding areas where the team could be hiding.

"No sign of them, Sir," Crane said, handing Decker the binoculars. "I think they probably did move on to the next town this time."

"No, they're out there, Captain," Decker replied, looking through the binoculars. "The A-Team's got unfinished business here. Smith won't leave these people without resolving their problem. And that will be his mistake."

"Surely they've realised we didn't fall for their little detour?"

Decker grinned. "Smith thinks he has me all figured out. You see, he thinks that we've moved on, because we'd figure he wouldn't pull the same trick twice."

"It would actually be the fourth time, Sir."

"It'll be the last time, Captain." Decker handed the binoculars back to Crane and walked away, calling out, "Make sure the men are ready to move out at midnight."

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