Summary: A grocery run turns out to be a battle of sanity as demons from the past and present affects one of the guys.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own the A-Team, but I can say that I own the plot of the story, just not the characters.
Authors note: I wrote this story a few years ago, before I really knew the team, so it may not be very accurate in some places of the story. I will shut up now so you can read the story, and not have to read my pointless babbling anymore.
'Shit.' Of all the people in the world, why did he have to run into Decker? All he wanted to do was go to the grocery store to get some bread and milk. Is that too much for a fugitive to ask?
He had rounded the corner to come face-to-face with the MPs. Turning on his heel in an attempt to escape; something hard had hit him in the back of his head. He dropped to the ground, Decker and his men had quickly seized his hands and pinned them behind his back. Cuffs were immediately snapped into place, and the man winced at how tight they were. He was then hauled to his feet and hauled out to the MPs waiting car.
That's where he was now, sitting in the middle seat with Decker on one side and a solider on the other. Both men had guns trained on him, and the threat to shoot to kill if he even twitched hung heavily over the man's head. Captain Crane was driving, and a green-looking solider rode shotgun. The solider was bouncing his leg rapidly, occasionally stealing glances back at their prisoner.
Lt. Templeton "Face" Peck sighed. He could easily take the green solider, even handcuffed. Hell, he could take all of them if it was one-on-one, but with all four of the MPs, he doubted he could escape. The team wouldn't know he was gone for another few hours, but come check-in time, Hannibal would be worried, which would make him angry, which would make B.A. and Murdock feel on edge, so when they found Face, he would be in for it good. Unfortunately, Face had a feeling that he would be in for it from not only side, but two.