A/N: HOLD ON! BEFORE YOU READ! You MUST go read my story called, 'Volts of Loss'! if you have not already done so. This is a sequel to that story! Thank you to Silverwolfneko-chan for suggesting a sequel(I hope you don't mind me announcing that) Well, here it is!

I DO NOT OWN THE A-TEAM! And this is NOT A SLASH

"It will be the ultimate weapon."

Kev looked up when his boss muttered next to him, staring with awe at his creation. "So you're an evil scientist now?" Kev asked sarcastically.

Zanes glared down at Kev as he twisted back and forth in the rolly chair, a smug half-smile on his lips. "No," He ground out through clenched teeth. "We are lucky the Government allowed us to use this lab."

Kev raised his eyebrows. "We are the Government, Zanes." He tapped his forefinger twice against his temple quickly.

"Kev, don't you have something else to be doing?"

The young man shook his head, combing his fingers through his light-red hair. Zanes sighed, turning away and going to the metal table, examined the body laying stiffly on the smooth surface. "I don't get it," Kev stood and rolled the chair around so he was straddling it and rested his chin on the back of the chair. "How did you know what to do?"

His question was answered when a man in a Doctor's uniform entered, holding a folder that he passed off to Zanes. "This is what I was able to get out of them. It's all there, I think. How he acted, what he said...but I see a slight dilemma,"

Zanes glanced up at the Doctor as he thumbed through the folder's contents. "What kind of dilemma?"

The Doctor cocked his head. "Well, suppose you put something into his head to make him believe these are his friends. I mean, that DNA sample will do something to his brain to make him think he belongs with them." When Zanes shot him a questioning look, the Doctor hurried on. "He will know he is a part of this man! Like a twin...clone. He won't be able to turn on him."

"Um, I agree with the Doc." Kev held up a hand and grinned. Zanes ignored him, snapping the folder shut. "Perhaps we can fix that." He turned on his heel and grabbed the needle laying on the counter. Flicking it twice, he bent in and stuck the needle into the body's arm and injected the clear liquid.

Kev looked down and spun boredly side to side in the chair. The body began to jerk a little and his eyes flew open. The Doctor's breath hitched and Zanes' lips stretched into a slow grin. His green eyes reeled, searching for a face and locked on Zanes. He slowly sat up, dressed in a blue tee-shirt and cargo pants.

"Hello, there." Zanes whispered, his eyes shining as he examined his creation. Kev threw his head upwards and his shoulders slumped. "Not as Frankenstein as I was expecting." He mumbled.

Zanes paid him no attention as he walked in a slow circle around the table. The man's eyes followed him warily. "Who are you?" He asked quietly.

"I, my friend, am your master. You do as I command." Zanes told him, waving his hand as the Doctor began to speak. "And you have a very important mission."

"I am listening." He said, tilting his head curiously.

Zanes smirked. "Find the A-Team. Bring them to Washington D.C. and make sure they are alive." Kev snorted and everyone turned to look at him, Zanes irritated. "Why there?" He asked his boss. Zanes spoke through clenched teeth. "Because the General said so. Now shut up and go make use of yourself, Kev."

"It sounds simple enough," The man shrugged and swung his legs around, jumping off the table. "But I'll need shoes."

Zanes held up a finger. "Ah, but we have a plan. This must be the perfect trick and done to a very in-line extent." He nodded once and slammed a pair of shoes onto the table. Black Converse high-tops.

The man laughed. "I think I'm catching on. I remember how these men are, it shouldn't be very hard."

The Doctor began to argue his point again but Zanes grabbed him and shoved him through the door, closing it after he was out. "Then let's begin discussing the plan. James."

A/N: Hmm. Can you guess? Review please!