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I tried to stay in character, but it's been a while since I've seen the seasons with Stockwell so please forgive any stupidity on my part.
The begining
Chapter 1: The Search Begins
I glanced over the mound of documents on my desk and snorted irritably at the folders that never seemed to decrease. I had been in the military as a specialist on the elite group known as the A-team. They had escaped several times over sometimes right under the military's nose and I had yet to finish analyzing and compiling all their old case files. Word got around pretty quickly about their recent escape after the initial trial they had went through, which in my opinion had been a ruse from the start. I snorted again at the pile of papers before opening the most recent case file that had been handed down to me from the last known person in contact with the A-Team which belonged to Tonya Baker. "Another useless pile of information as always, does anyone around this place do work other then myself?" I wondered scraping the folder with the other piles of junk ones on my desk and glaring at a few documents I had gather from the trial of the members. One person struck me as unusual during the trial and when I tried to dig around for information it only seemed to become more complicated. I wasn't a patient person by any means and the further I investigated into the mess the more irritated I came when coming to several dead ends.
"Colonel Benson…there is a man out here wishing to speak with you. A Colonel Decker?" came a familiar woman's voice over the intercom under the papers crowding my desk.
"Send him in." I muttered not wanting to see the arrogant man that used to chase around the A-team for his job. "Another failure in the military." I hissed tossing the papers in front of me into my drawer and sliding several tall stacks from my view of the door observing the arrogant man walk into my rather bare office. "Good afternoon Decker…what do you want now?" I asked a bit snippily.
Decker was on the arrogant side admittedly but was very good at all his jobs, just not catching the A-team. He was graying tall and had a strong face, but his large nose and haughty eyes seemed to reek of 'I'm better then you are'. I glanced around my crème colored walls and three gray filing cabinets. My desk was so full of folders and papers I could barely make out the mans presence as he sat in the brown leather chair across from mine. I grabbed my coffee and sipped at the barely warm liquid before narrowing my blue eyes at him. I could sense he was about to tell me off, but apparently had some useful information judging by the hint of a know-it-all grin on his face. He adjusted his arms crossing them over his chest and observed me carefully before speaking.
"I found out that the A-team are working under someone." Decker said observing my narrowed eyes irritably before watching me flick through several papers beside me.
"That is against Hannibal Smiths motives at being free….how would you know about this information?" I asked brushing my hand through my shoulder length blonde hair I had allowed to flow down across my shoulders after thirteen hours in my office researching documents after documents. I dropped a half eaten sandwich in the garbage can before wrinkling my forehead in annoyance. "Continue Decker…you're arrogance is getting on my nerves." I muttered rolling my eyes at his annoyed curse.
"I know that just as well as you do. I know this someone is the reason they got out from under our noses and I have a way for you to find them." Decker answered allowing a dangerous smile to cross his face as I started at the 'you to find them'.
"Why would I be the one to find them?" I wondered not asking the question allowed since his arrogance had something hidden behind it. I was about to snap at him but clenched my fists at my sides taking a deep breath. "What the hell are you talking about Decker?" I hissed knowing that these little tiffs of ours would go unnoticed as usual. "I am research and compile…not a field Colonel." I stated bluntly shoving a stack of papers into a box at my side trying to make room to glare at the man across from me.
"You didn't get the notice?" Decker asked sounding amused by my irritation before he glanced at my desk and raised his brow at the mess around me. "I believe it's…ah here you are Colonel Benson." He said sounding to happy about handing me the yellow piece of paper which I promptly glanced over.
Orders from above,
Colonel Brooke B. Benson is assigned to find and capture the A-team, consisting of Colonel John 'Hannibal' Smith, Lieutenant Templeton Peck a.k.a 'Face', and Sergeant Bosco Baracus a.k.a 'B.A' and any civilians that may associate with them during this time. The civilians will be handed over to the F.B.I. awaiting any criminal charges set forth by military investigations.
"I'm not a field Colonel." I hissed crinkling the paper violently before hearing a familiar chuckle and glaring at Decker who appeared more amused then usual. "YOU! You had something to do with this Decker." I practically snarled before he shrugged his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Leave." I hissed warning in every syllable of my voice before watching him exit my office. "Bastard." I thought glancing over the orders again after an effort of un-crumpling the paper on my desk.
I slowly stood from my desk grasping my corduroy tan jacket and glared irritably at where Decker once sat before I gather what useful compiled information I could into my bag, which served as a brief case and temporary overnight bag before opening my door and slamming it rather violently behind me. My secretary glanced up briefly aware of my temper tantrums and said a pleasant 'good night Colonel Benson' before I gave her a curt nod and exited the military complex my office resided in. I then made my way across the parking lot to my blue jeep slamming the door and starting the engine. "Why me? Isn't there anyone other then myself capable of finding them and bringing them to justice?" I wondered glaring over at my bag and hissing through my teeth. I then made my way from the base to my off base small house set back in the L.A area, which was rather quiet and far away from noise. I liked quiet and had taken to living as close to a wooded area as I could find, once I pulled up my dirt drive I climb out of my jeep and glared at my one story small blue house frowning as I made my way to the porch swing on the small white deck and sat down glaring at anything and everything around me.
I had several tasks to complete now according to my orders and the envelope my kind secretary had managed to make me grab before my rather angry exit. I opened the large envelope and watched paperwork, and id's fall into my lap. "A whole fake history for the A-Team to easily see through…they haven't learned a damn thing." I thought dropping it into my bag and grabbing the files on the team I had taken with me to study. I already knew the history by heart but I was still curious over the case files and started to piece various pieces of overlooked information together. "This Stockwell was military…I bet he can still pull strings." I thought aware he was still a very important man in the military and then I glanced over some other information coming to a conclusion that just maybe I could locate the A-Team. "Whomever has control of them…I bet they still do freelance work for those in need." I thought remembering something about a laundry service and glancing over a phone book finding exactly what I wanted. "Mr. Lee's Laundry…now I need a reasonable believable story. Fake ids and this aren't going to fly." I thought glancing at the military junk I had been given before walking into my house.
Once inside I glanced at my house with the bare minimal to live with and exited to my left into a blue room with a simple bed, dresser, and closet. "Wait a second…I know one…Ah here it is. H.M. Murdock he was released and is currently working for a dog groomer." I noticed with a small smile thinking it may be easier to go through this man instead of talking with Mr. Lee. I didn't realize how wrong I was though. I woke up early the next morning and walking into my kitchen making coffee and cooking some eggs and toast before glaring at my empty orange juice container and sighing sitting at my counter with stools going over the morning paper, before hearing a knock at my door. "Who the hell is that?" I wondered climbing from my seat and adjusting my red silk pajamas irritably running my fingers through my knotted hair and hissing as I snagged several knots.
"Yes?" I grumbled at the door opening it to reveal a very startled familiar woman staring back at me. "Oh shit…Hailey I forgot you were coming into town this week." I muttered staring at the mousey short thin woman in front of me. She had waist length fine red hair and green eyes wearing a green t-shirt and jeans smiling faintly at me before pushing her too large gold rimmed glasses back up her nose. "Come in." I said with a small smile at the college student I had opened my home too. "You're on break for a two weeks right?" I questioned as she nodded walking into the guest room of my house and dumping her cases into the room. "I have lots of work to do so if I'm not around you know why." I muttered.
"Yes Ms. Benson…I know you work very hard for the military, may I do anything to help while you're running about?" questioned the mousey girl I had grown to think of as a little sister.
"Um…the usual I guess. I need to go change." I said noting it was nearly nine and Mr. Murdock would be at work soon. "You got all the numbers if you need anything." I mumbled pointing to the fridge before shutting myself into my room and running to the shower.
