Hello everyone! I'm back with a new story for all of you. I would like to take a moment to thank all of you who have left me great reviews and encouragement to keep going with writing. I hope you enjoy this new story that takes place after "Playing the Part." I don't think you need to read it to enjoy this but there may be a statement or two that may make more sense if you have but is nothing critical to the plot. Once again I do not own the A-Team or any recognizable characters or objects. OC's are my creations.
"What the hell were you thinking Face? Another in a long line of historically bad decisions!" boomed Hannibal from behind the closed door.
"It would have worked just fine if that platform had had a decent foundation! How was I supposed to know it would tip?" Face defended.
"You're supposed to know! That's called 'making a plan' Lieutenant. You assess the situation and the variables, and then you follow the steps to the desired outcome – but you had to ad-lib and you decided to set off an explosion next to a rotten wood platform, which your C.O. just happened to be standing on!"
"You wanted a distraction! I gave you a distraction!"
"You're lucky that none of us got killed. B.A just missed getting hit by the tractor, and the rampaging bull would have had a Murdock-kabob if he hadn't climbed that rose lattice and jumped over that stone wall! I just don't get it Face. You can plan a con with precision, but why the hell can't you follow a plan as you're told?" Hannibal fumed.
"Okay so it went bad - I'm sorry you got hurt, but…" the young man paused.
"No buts! You're dismissed for leave. Be back here in two weeks, Lieutenant!" shouted the Colonel.
B.A. and Murdock scrambled away from their perch outside the door of Hannibal's kitchen where they were listening, and landed on either end of the couch in his living room. B.A. grabbed a newspaper and Murdock whipped the beat-up comic book out of his back pocket and opened it just before the door flew open and Face stormed out. Without a word he pushed the front door open and stomped down the front step into the night, letting the screen door slam back hitting the frame - hard. Hannibal walked out of the kitchen chewing a cigar, wearing a blue sling that held his left arm tight to his chest.
"You two can stop… reading now." Hannibal stated coldly and the men dropped their reading material onto the coffee table.
"Well, I'm going to be here recuperating for a while, so I am giving you all two weeks leave. I recommend you find something to do and stay out of trouble. Dismissed."
B.A. and Murdock both quickly jumped off the couch, grabbed their rucksacks from the hall, and headed for the door. Neither man wanted the 'Wrath of Hannibal' to fall upon him next.
