Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team, I wasn't born when they were created, I wouldn't have to put this disclaimer.
AN: This was a random plotbunny that bit me why I was writing Dumb Dog, which I will update soon.
Prolog
"Couldn't sleep either, Hannibal?" A bright-blue eyed man asked as he walked into the room where a silver-haired man sat as he smoked his cigar.
"No, kid, I can't." Colonel John 'Hannibal' Smith said as he sighed, thinking, it is about time we blow this Popsicle stand.
"Stockwell really doesn't really have any amnesty for us, does he?" Lieutenant Templeton 'Faceman' Peck said, sitting down in another chair.
Hannibal sighed, "No I'm afraid not, Face. You saw how Frankie took off, afraid of Stockwell changing his mind at the last minute; this place feels like a prison." In an attempt to lighten the uneasy atmosphere he pointed out, "At least the food taste's better."
"Yah," the man with blond hair agreed, half-heartedly. "We've been stupid to fall for his stories. I can't stand this much longer Hannibal," he said, his voice slipping into a small whine, as if he were a little boy again, "I want to go home."
"I do too, kid, I do too."
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"What do we do now, Hannibal?" A striking man with blond hair & bright-blue eyes asked.
"I don't know." The ashen-haired man admitted, watching one of his men walk back towards the hospital, the spark in his eye strangely smothered. "Let's go, BA, Murdock can make it." The strong sergeant's only response was to start the van rolling, which had somehow survived in one of Stockwell's warehouses. "I suppose we start all over as it was before Stockwell." Hannibal scowled when he said the man's name. He had spoon-fed them stories that they had been stupid enough to fall for.
They rode in silence until Face spoke half to himself. "I wonder if she still has my car." Then he smiled; clearly, a fake plastered on his face, & said, "BA, could you pull over, I need to go for a walk."
"Sure thing, little brother." BA said, a scowl strangely missing as he saw how his friend was suffering & at Hannibal's small nod.
"Call us when you need us to pick you up, kid." Hannibal said, softly smiling at the man he wished he could call his son, "Preferably before dark."
"Kay," Hannibal hardly heard the minuscule murmur. It would take a miracle for that man.