Loyalty

I realize this chapter is short, but I'm just testing the waters to see what you guys think of it. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1:

General Hunt Stockwell looked intently at the file that had recently been sent to him. After a few minutes of looking it over, a devious smile came across his lips.

"Carla, inform the pilot we are making a change, tell him to head to Virginia. I have something that needs...taken care of."

"Yes General."

Hannibal Smith paced around the living room of their residence in Langley. He had been given word that Stockwell was on his way and needed to talk to Hannibal privately.

"Stop yer pacin' man, he aint gonna give us a mission we just got back from one. Besides, he always be talkin to us together, he just wants you." B.A said from his spot on the couch.

"I know B.A, but I don't like it. He's up to something."

B.A shrugged and turned his attention back to the football game that had previously been on a commercial.

Stockwell entered the room and motioned for Hannibal to follow him to his private office.

Once they were alone, Hannibal got right to the point.

"Alright Stockwell, what's all this about?"

"I have a mission for you Colonel."

"I'm not doing another solo mission Stockwell, and neither is any of my guys, so you can forget it."

"Oh this isn't a solo mission Colonel. You all will be going. And when this one is over, you all get your pardons."

Hannibal was silent a few moments as he narrowed his eyes at the General suspiciously.

"What's the catch?"

"The catch is colonel, is that I need you to lie to your team. They can't know the details of the mission, or anything about it."

"What? I don't lie to my team Stockwell, you can take this job and stick it."

"I'm afraid I didn't give you a choice Colonel. You don't take this mission and this little...arrangement we all have is terminated."

Hannibal sighed and weighed his options, they all wanted their pardons, but could he lie to B.A, Face, Murdock and Frankie?

"We do this and I have your word we get our pardons after. No more missions and no more you hanging threats over our heads? Right?"

"You have my word Colonel."

"Ok Stockwell, what's the mission?"