Hello.

Here's another fic.

The A-Team and its characters do not belong to me.

Reviews are welcome, thank you.


Templeton Peck entered the elevator of the building to join his new apartment victim of a scam for two weeks with a light heart, his smile so well known on his handsome face. In fact he had spent a night and a good part of the night with the sublime Vanessa. Unfortunately its position as a fugitive, he must have slipped out of bed while she slept not to risk a trap by the beautiful the following morning. But good gentleman he was, he never forgot to leave a note on the bedside table with a ready-made excuses and a whole bunch of lies that put him ahead of course - and the girl felt by happy result of having known this mysterious man she will never see, and he had less to regret doing so.

The elevator stopped on the top floor of the luxury building and given the late hour of the night he went quietly to avoid attracting too much attention of neighbors on him. But as he walked to his door his stomach tightened. He turned back to check and analyze the hallway but saw nothing unusual. Yet the former Green Beret he was, knew that something was wrong. He had enough experience as a soldier and fugitive to trust his instincts. He put a hand instinctive over his gun in his shoulder holster, ready for potential trouble-any trace of smile disappeared leaving a Faceman on his guard and concentrated by the slightest noise. He left his keys, unlocked the door and opened it slowly. But just before getting inside, he took one last suspicious look in the hallway now dark, the light from just turning off.

He then entered and closed it behind him. But still not sure to be safe, he leaned against the door to check the peephole to see: nothing. He sighed and finally turned on the light of "his home".

- I really need to sleep a little, he tells to himself to persuade that felt the effect was only due to a lack of sleep and of alcohol with drank several glasses of champagne. But the pressure of circular shape which is made at the bottom of his back telling him that someone had put a gun against him, made him sigh again as he raised both hands obediently not knowing for whom had to make and how much.

- It is at that hour when we bring in Williams? A surly voice no very nice sight.

"Williams! Obviously. The real owner of the place. In what I still got? " Thought Face bitterly.

He then turned slowly to face her attacker who stepped back to let him. He left his best smile and analyzed the situation.

Before him was a man in a suit cheap, breadth equal to BA apparently his gun with a silencer pointed at him. Behind him, another -similar - standing and straight as an arrow, next to a much thinner but older than the other two men, cigar in mouth, sunglasses hiding her any trace of expression. Face could not help but notice his costume couture and his shoes, both Italian brand.

" Yeah, someone high up in the business for sure. But what business? See the bright side of things Face, at least is not Decker, "he thought for reassurance before taking word for good.

- So what do I owe this surprise party? It's not my birthday yet! he told his "guests" of the more casual but it can make sarcastic tone.

But it earned him a left from the Malabar posted before him. Face there is more or less prepared was able to manage the force of the blow accompanying his head. The pain was certainly very present but at least he stayed on his feet.

He stood up to face her attacker again while rubbing his jaw with his hand and smiled once more ready also to take action having seen only one before him had his gun pointed at him.

- Okay, well, you know, it's late, I'm tired so I do not mind if you put this little party later.

Obviously the man in front of him, did not find it funny and swung his fist ready to hit Face again. But this time Face of the guy used force without his knowledge. He avoided fist leaning and came under the arm of the assailant while the rapidly growing in the back. The man carried away by its own weight, landed head first into the wall, knocking him out and disarming.

The other guard began to load while their leader rose to deviate a little surprised by this turn of events. But Face, no longer having the element of surprise, struggled to dodge the charge of the second man slammed. Both men crashed on the living room coffee table, glass which broke under their weight. They fought on the ground for a moment, then finally Face managed from the grip of his assailant after having inflicted a well-placed right. He crawled before trying to get up but stumbled again when the other man grabbed her ankle. He tried to hang on to a table that also overturned and broke the porcelain statuette placed on it. He turned in his fall at the same time he fell on his back he gave a kick with his free leg to the other man who dropped again. In the second, Face regained his Magnum in his shoulder holster and pointed it at the man on the ground.

- Stop! He yelled as he stood without wasting time. Don't move, he ordered.

He keeps his gun pointed by the return of man to the ground and his head leader trips in the room. He felt her tremble with adrenaline, his heart pounding slightly. He was also completely blown by this struggle.

- Who are you? He demanded.

- And you? Calmly asked the leader of this little band.

- I beg your pardon?

- You're not Williams. I would not have seen it before, otherwise you would already be dead. He always told him as calmly but also arrogance.

Face laughed, his laugh scammer, who usually annoys his rivals, but deep down he tried to regain his composure.

- Okay, I'm not Williams, you got me. But it changes nothing. Who are. . . Face but could not finish his sentence a strong sudden pain in his right leg then made itself felt. While losing his balance he turned to see the first man stunned earlier his gun pointed at him. He had to shoot him in the leg, but before he could respond he was knocked by another guard behind him, breaking a vase on her head. Face slumped semi-conscious on the ground dropping his weapon in the process.

He felt vaguely be back on his feet by two pairs of arms and dragged him across the room. He heard about the leader off and was then tied him to chair. He shook his head to put his thoughts in order and grimaced in pain. But at least the ringing in his ears went. Without looking down he focus on his leg and was relieving to feel like a burning pain on the outside of the calf. This meant not a major injury well that he could feel the blood drip down to his sock. Once securely attached to the chair, the chief stood before him and asked:

- So who are you and where is Williams?

And despite the pain in his leg and his headache Face smiled.

- Who is Williams? he asked of his looks so innocent.

The chief made a nod to one of the guards, who positioned himself next to face to give it a kick in the ribs.

"Oh my God, it's gonna be a long night," thought Face tired of the situation, "maybe Decker would have been better after all! "