I know it's been forever since I last posted, and I apologize. Life got in the way of posting.
The idea to create a crossover for The A-Team and MacGyver came from the proboards A-Team forum.
I do not own The A-Team or MacGyver and all rights go to Stephen J. Cannel and Lee David Zlotoff. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks to Bella119 for betaing!
Chapter Three: The Attack at the Bakery
"Face, B.A., Murdock, get in here!" Hannibal called from inside the cake bakery.
Face opened the trunk of the van and pulled out the closest gun he could find, which was a Colt forty-five pistol. He was about to hand Murdock a gun of the same type but MacGyver got between them, "What are you doing?" Face asked as he tried to shove him out of the way to give Murdock the pistol.
"You aren't going to kill anyone, are you?" he asked in a serious tone, finally getting Face's attention.
"We haven't seriously wounded anyone since 'Nam," Face spat in an exasperated tone. The remark has left him feeling offended. He was trying to decide whether to keep listening or just ignore the man.
"Yeah, sucka, now let us help our friend!" B.A. commanded impatiently.
MacGyver reluctantly stepped back and let Face hand Murdock the weapon. They all rushed inside the bakery. But before Jack could exit the van, MacGyver gave him a warning look that said to stay inside the vehicle, or else. Jack exaggeratedly slumped back in his seat in disappointment.
When the team finally got inside, all they could do was gasp. The place was completely and utterly overturned. But at least the group of slimeballs had left. The team holstered their weapons and looked at Hannibal.
"What took you so long?" Hannibal yelled, kneeling on the ground. The owner of the bakery was lying on the floor and gasping in pain. Hannibal was checking over him. Face gave MacGyver an annoyed look that told Hannibal all he needed to know. He made a mental note to have a not-so-pleasant conversation with the newcomer after all this mess was cleared up.
The team could tell from a quick look that his arm was most likely broken from a shove to the ground. The man's wife was in a panic on the other side of the room. "Is there anyone else here?" Hannibal asked the woman.
"My daughter is still at school," she answered, her hands quivering unrelentlessly. "The only people who work here are her, my husband, and I."
Murdock and Face were kneeling on the floor, inspecting the baker's injury. "It's a clean break, Colonel," Face informed, feeling around the arm for any inconsistencies.
"Alright, Face, I want you and B.A. to get him to the hospital. Take the wife with you. I'll handle things here," he said with a slight scowl. The reason for that scowl was that he would have to chew out MacGyver after they left.
"But who will clean up the mess if I'm not here? We can't afford to lose a day of work!" the wife interjected with panic in her eyes. Hannibal's heart went out to her. These people were obviously living paycheck to paycheck, only for a group of sleazeballs to ruin all their hard work.
"Don't worry, mam," Hannibal started, letting his face soften. "We'll take care of everything here," he reassured in a soothing voice. "But if you really wish to stay, it will be fine."
The woman gratefully nodded at him and began to clean up the work area, she wanted to be there for her husband but knew that without the business staying afloat, they would go bankrupt. Murdock immediately began to assist her, offering a warm smile.
Face and B.A. helped the man up and took him out to the van. Jack saw that they were coming and got out of the van to see MacGyver, "What's going on, Mac?" he asked, adjusting his pilot's hat. It had become wrinkled due to his unnecessary slumping.
"The men we're after broke the baker's arm. Face and B.A. are taking him to the hospital," MacGyver answered solemnly.
"Can I talk to you for a second? Alone." Hannibal walked up to the two men, by the look of his face it wasn't a suggestion. He pulled out a cigar, lit it, and stuck it in his mouth. The way he chomped on it made MacGyver glad he wasn't the cigar.
"Anything you talk about to my buddy here you can tell me," Jack said defiantly, crossing his arms and wearing an obnoxious smirk.
Hannibal glared at him. Was this hippie who pretended to be a pilot for kicks really trying to defy his order? "Very well," he sighed, letting the anger seep out of him. Although he really wasn't a fan of Jack's smart-alek attitude, the Colonel didn't have the time or patience to dress-down both of them.
Hannibal walked into a private room in the bakery. Murdock stepped back, giving the three men some privacy. MacGyver and Jack followed the commander. "What was this I heard about you holding up my men?" Hannibal asked, deciding to get right to the point.
"As I said, I don't believe in guns," MacGyver said shortly, his jaw fully set.
Hannibal inwardly chuckled, 'Like the kid thinks that will scare me off!' he thought. The Colonel began to tap his foot. He was losing his self-control, something he knew he needed to prove to MacGyver that he was capable of leading his own men. "Well, you're quite the boy scout, aren't you?" Hannibal chastised, taking out his cigar and pointing it at him. "My team doesn't need to be babysat by a think-tank golden boy," he spat, putting emphasis on the last part.
"Hey, old man," Jack interrupted, "Mac has been on twice as many missions as you have!" he blurted out impulsively. MacGyver elbowed Jack in the ribs and whispered something to him that Hannibal couldn't hear, although he could infer it wasn't particularly nice.
'Yep, he's definitely a hippie,' Hannibal thought. He clenched his gloved hands and sucked on his cigar. The smell of smoke could always clear his head when he needed it. 'And did he just call me old?' he added.
The Colonel blew out the smoke and looked MacGyver and Jack in the eyes, "I'm going to give you one more chance, boys, don't blow it," he walked back into the room, knowing he would lose his cool if he continued to lecture the men. Hannibal immediately showed off his dominance by taking control of the situation. "Murdock, we need to fix this place up in three hours at most. The bakers still have the rest of the day to make some money. We'll be setting up shop here and run the business for now." He looked over at MacGyver and his friend, "You'll be helping."
"Yes, sir, Colonel," Murdock replied and continued to pick up the pieces of broken glass on the floor.
"Stop here, B.A.," Face directed. They had finally reached the hospital. All Face needed now was to make up a story on how the man broke his arm. One that couldn't be considered a class one assault. He got out of the van and helped the injured man out. Face had the story down, his brother fell off a ladder while trying to fix the roof. That would perfectly explain the extra bruises and any other possible breaks. "What's your name?" he asked the man.
"Dennis White," he said, cradling his arm to his chest.
"I need to use fake names for the scam. We don't want anybody investigating this any further than possible. Just follow my lead," Face directed.
Dennis nodded and looked at Face, "How will I run the company with a broken arm?" he asked.
"Hannibal always has a plan. He'll think up a way to help you," Face assured, looking him in the eyes. He began to conjure a pair of possible aliases. James and David Thomas would do just fine. He told B.A. to stay in the van while he ran his scam inside.
"Fool's gonna get himself shot doin' this someday," B.A. muttered to himself. He clutched the wheel and kept the ignition on, wanting to be fully prepared for Face's return.
Face took a deep breath and entered the crowded emergency room. Doctors and nurses were walking back and forth with a clear purpose in their strides. The place smelled of pure disinfectant, it made him feel slightly queasy. "I hate hospitals," he groaned aimlessly to himself. Face knew he needed to get someone's attention. A service desk popped into his vision and he walked to it. The nurse behind the desk was a young blonde with long eyelashes. His breath hitched exponentially as he saw her full figure. It took all of Face's strength to keep his mind on the mission and not on her breasts. At least he found out her name was Julie from the name tag. "Excuse me, Julie, I think my brother broke his arm. He fell off a ladder while fixing the roof twenty minutes ago."
She took a quick look at Dennis's arm. Her face contorted to a slight frown. She had been on the job long enough to know what a broken arm looked like, and this fully fit the description. "What's your name?" she asked, pushing up her glasses.
Before the baker could answer, Face beat him to it. "I'm James Thomas and this is my brother David," he said in a rushed fashion, making sure to state it as if it was a fact.
"Alright, I'll call you a doctor." She picked up a small microphone, "Doctor Blake to the front desk, please. Doctor Blake to the front desk," she repeated like they always did on the TV shows. "Please sit down, it might take a few minutes," the nurse told the two men.
Face took a seat and gestured for Dennis to do the same. He whispered into his ear, "Remember, your name is David Thomas."
He nodded and directed his attention to the television screen on the left side of the room. Face could tell he was considerably tense.
Hannibal looked around at the now clean bakery. The broken shards had been an easy job to clean up. The bullet holes and shattered windows would be another story. He figured that some plaster and sheets of glass would work. The only problem was he didn't know if he could trust MacGyver and Jack to go get it. He knew Murdock needed to be here to have his back if someone else came to attack the bakery. Another part of himself was saying to send the duo because Face and B.A. might get held up at the hospital. Hannibal finally came to the decision of sending MacGyver and Jack to retrieve the plaster and glass.
"Macgyver, Jack!" Hannibal called, not pleased about the command he had to order.
"Yeah," MacGyver answered, shoving some of the hair out of his eyes. Jack followed him.
"I need you to get us some plaster to cover the bullet holes and four sheets of glass to account for the broken windows," Hannibal said in a way that made it seem non-negotiable.
"That's doable," Jack said, giving Hannibal some ease about the task he was giving them, but not a lot.
"I apologize about the fact that there's no vehicle to transport you there. But I do know from the map that there's a supply store just down the street to your right," Hannibal said in the least sympathetic way. "Now please get moving."
"Yes, sir," MacGyver replied respectfully, walking out of the bakery with Jack in tow.
Thank you so much for reading and happy Thanksgiving! Please give me your thoughts in the comments of how you think the story could be improved :)