Disclaimer: the characters that are not the fruits of my imagination belong to the respective creators of the A-Team and "Lontano".
'You know, that the Colonel has put his eye on you, don't you?' Face asked one morning when they were alone.
'What? Even if that is true, he can only dream about it. He's not really my type, if you know what I mean,' she snapped and drank her coffee. One that the silver haired colonel had thoughtfully supplied to her.
Truth be told, he was mad about her, almost unable to come up with his striking plans in her presence. He also knew he will never have her since she hated his kind of guys, cocky and self-centred. She was all for equality and respect between men and women whereas he was more old-school, ready to take care of his woman but expecting not to hear much of her opinion in the house. Yet again, he was willing to make an exception to her, his passion for her had outdone everything that had been before.
Four months ago, she had hired the A-Team to escape some nasty thugs who were trying to block her out of her work. She was an engineer, a profession commonly not associated with women. She had had to take a lot of crap from the men who thought they knew better, but in reality she was really bright, solving major problems for breakfast.
That's what so much attracted Hannibal, he discovered another type of women, the smart ones that he could battle with. At first they had been like a cat and a dog, always fighting and getting at each other's throats but he had to admit that her brilliant idea had been the key to their success that time and so they decided to keep her phone number in case they needed some calculative and creative thoughts.
She was helping the A-Team out of her free time which was scarce even without their outrageous tasks. And now Face was telling her the Colonel had the hots for her. It made her confused, they had always been fighting and having disagreements. She took another sip of her coffee and heard a car approach.
It was Murdoch, happy as ever. For some reason she had always felt so good when he was around. His free and positive spirit radiated on her making her feel capable of anything life chose to throw at her.
She heard the distinct steps of Hannibal approach and he briefed her about the mission at hand. She could not help to think in the back of her head about what Face had just told her. Even if it was the case that he was feeling for her, she could never read that from his face that was as smug yet serious as ever.
They went on to buy some cars and more than conveniently were they left together on the car lot.
'I want to choose,' she said with maybe too much vigour. He could only comply to an order so clear. She wandered along the lines of used cars he watching her every move. If he had had just a little less experience as a fugitive he would have missed the slight noise of a semi-automatic being cocked. He rushed forward just in time to shield her from the bullets that followed. He felt the burning pain of getting shot but cared only for her safety.
'Are you OK?' he yelled over the clinking of the bullets when they hit the cars surrounding them.
'Yeah, I'm fine, gosh, you are bleeding!' she said with horror on her face. He dismissed her worry and was already looking for ways to get them away from the vast fairly open field that meant certain doom if they stayed any longer. He grabbed her by the arm and they started running towards one of the side gates of the car lot. He stopped abruptly when a 9mm was shoved in his face.
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