Tommy Angel, aka Tommy Anderson looked around the van nervously. He was alone, unarmed, and surrounded by men he knew from firsthand Vietnam experience could kill him without blinking even if they weren't armed to the teeth- which, of course, they were. He was surprised, however, to see the comely young lady in the shorts... or was it a skirt? The way fashion went today, he could barely tell sometimes... He mused on this as he eyed her smooth, tanned legs.
Suddenly, though, a loud clearing of a throat was right next to his ear, and he looked up at Lieutenant Peck, the one he recalled them referring to as "The Faceman".
"Ah, Tommy, I never did credit you with much brains," he said, a smile on his face, though his tone didn't match the smile, "but, if you don't find something else to rest your eyes on, what little brains are in there are gonna be splattered all over B.A.'s nice van here... and, he won't like it if you make a mess."
Hannibal and Murdock's eyes met, and they exchanged a knowing smirk.
"You better not mess up my van, sucker!" B.A. yelled from the driver's seat.
"See?" Face said, still smiling, and unconsciously moved closer to where Amy was sitting.
At this time, the van pulled over.
"Okay, Face, Amy, you know your jobs. Boys, Tommy-boy here's comin' with us..." Hannibal said, getting out of the van, walking Tommy towards the hole he'd dug...
Meanwhile, Amy looked over at Face, a smirk on her face as they ran through their job.
"Oh, what?"
"Nothing, nothing... You really are cute sometimes, though." she smiled, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
And, Face smiled- this time a genuine one. "You could remember that a little more often if you like." he teased.
Amy opened her mouth to respond, but, then Hannibal was yelling for them to run back to the van, so she shot Face a slightly scrunchy look and started running back. And, Face followed, laughing softly under his breath...