"In 1972, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team."

"Hey nerd, what's that from?" Jackson's snide remark echoed around the deserted classroom.

"That, my friend, is the introduction from the old American tv-show 'The A-Team," Kyle shot back evenly. "I was thinking we should use them as the subject of our project."

"But no one knows who they are!" Jackson whined. "And besides-"

"No besides," interrupted the smooth voice of Carson. "Kyle, I think that the idea has merit. Let's hear some more details."

"Yes sir," Kyle nodded, blushing. "The A-Team is a supposedly fictitious band of veterans from the Vietnam War…"

As the teenager went on to explain his heroes, Carson's mind wandered. The group was an odd one, with himself as the 'respected' leader. When the teacher assigned him, Kyle, and Jackson to a group, there was instant chaos.

"Alright," Jackson had said at the first meeting. "We're meeting after school and not during a time when we can be seen."

"What's the matter, pretty boy? Scared the girls won't want you hanging with us?"

Carson's response was fast. well-timed. Kyle just hung his head.

Then-

Suddenly, the door opened, alarming the group and shaking Carson from his thoughts. A teacherbot rolled in, with a large, muscle-bound, colored teen right behind.

"Apologies for interrupting your planning, gentlemen," the teacherbot intoned. "This is Myles Richardson. He will be joining your group. Have a nice day."

As the teacherbot rolled back out, Myles walked over to the group.

"Who's the leader of this here operation?" he asked, with an air of slight disgust.

Carson stood up, his thin lanky form shrinking slightly at Myles' bulk. "That would be me, Carson Carliel, at your service." He held out his hand; Myles stared at him evenly until he dropped it.

"Well, these are the group-mates," Carson continued. "Jackson Newton and Kyle McCabe."

With a loud sigh, Jackson said "Why're you here?"

"'Cuz the 'bot put me here, sucka. Got a problem with that?" Myles cracked his knuckles. Jackson hastily flicked back his honey-colored bangs and replied "No, not at all."

"Good, good. Now, let's get back to work," Carson broke in, nodding at Kyle to continue.