Chapter Four
The miles drift by as the convoy of vehicles drive along the dusty country roads. The group stops whenever a farmhouse comes into view to scavenge for supplies, though more often than not the places have all been picked clean by other survivors. As the sun begins to sink towards the western horizon, the group pulls their vehicles off the road to set up camp for the night. They find a clearing where they are protected by large trees and thick bushes on most sides. With the RV and the vans parked strategically in the opening, walkers would have an extremely difficult time getting into their camp. Even if they do get in, they will only be able to do so a few at a time. Not enough to be a significant threat to a wary and well-armed group of survivors. To further secure the area, the group strings up several lines of tin cans, which will chime together when disturbed, alerting the group to anything trying to sneak up on them. The Duke boys even have several steel jawed traps which they set up about the camp perimeter.
Once the security measures are in place, the group goes about setting up the camp. They pitch their tents, unroll their sleeping bags, and build a small campfire for cooking. The western sky turns a bright orange as the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon. As the light begins to fade, John Peter McAllister and his student, Max, begin to practice their kata together. Amy Allen watches them as they go through their ninja training, their motions perfectly synchronized with one another. Hannibal sits by the campfire, clenching his unlit cigar between his teeth and looking over a road map as he's approached by B.A.
"How far have we got Hannibal?" asks the large black man.
"I figure we're about half way through Tennessee," replies the older man, "At this rate we should make it to California in about another four days or so, if our fuel holds out."
"Perfect," says the sergeant, "The next crossroads we come to, we should head north."
"North?" says the colonel in confusion, "Why north?"
"Tennessee is just south of Illinois. If we head straight north from here, we can be in Chicago within a day."
"Chicago?" says Hannibal, and then realization dawns on him, "B.A. . . ."
"I gotta go find my Mama," says the big man, "I gotta make sure she's okay."
"B.A., all of the major cities are complete war zones. Going to Chicago would be suicide."
"Come on Hannibal! We got us a whole team of police and soldiers to help us. Heck, we even got us a couple of ninjas!"
"We also have no plan. We're short on ammunition. And some of these vehicles won't protect their occupants if they're swarmed by walkers."
"Man, just when I needed you to be on The Jazz."
"B.A., you know as well as anybody that there's a world of difference between being on The Jazz and being suicidal. Now I love your mom. She took us all in when we went to Chicago to help her out against that unscrupulous real estate investor. But as things are right now, we can't do anything to help her. But I promise you, Sergeant, as soon as we're set up at Alcatraz, I will figure out a plan to get her out of Chicago and bring her to California to live with us."
"That could be a long time, Hannibal. I don't like making her wait like that. She's old. She can't fight off walkers too good at her age."
"She's also a tough old gal," replies Hannibal, "After all, she raised you. And she's also smart. She knows she can't out run or out fight walkers at her age. She probably has that pretty lady lawyer who lives upstairs from her make supply runs. And remember, if properly barricaded, an apartment building is one of the safest places to hold up against walkers. As long as she has plenty of food, she should be fine."
"I still don't like it Hannibal."
"Neither do I, B.A., but we have to play the hand we're dealt."
The group spends an uneventful night at the camp. They eat a meal of leftover venison and canned vegetables. Not quite as enjoyable a meal as the night before, but being able to eat at all in this day and age is something of a luxury. They take turns keeping watch, and at dawn they break camp. With the precision of a well-oiled machine, they manage to collect their security measures, pack their gear, and hit the road in a matter of minutes. B.A. is silent as he drives his van along the dirt road, following Bo and Luke as they lead the way in The General Lee. Face, Murdock, and Amy can all feel the tension between the big guy and their leader. They all hope Hannibal can come up with a workable plan to rescue B.A.'s mother. This kind of infighting is precisely the type of thing that gets people killed in situations like what the world is facing today. Once again, as the sun is about to set, the group stops for the night. Unfortunately there's no wooded area for them to pull into this time. They park their cars by a fence, behind which they can see cows grazing.
"Hey look B.A.!" says Murdock in an attempt to lighten the mood, "Hamburgers!"
"If those are dairy cows, we might even be able to have some fresh milk for tonight," adds Amy.
B.A. smiles at his friends. He knows that they're trying to cheer him up. He even knows that Hannibal is right about it being too dangerous to try and rescue his mother from a big city like Chicago. He just feels so guilty about not being able to be there to help keep her safe, with him being a fugitive from the law and everything. That night they eat the last of the venison. As it turns out, the cows were dairy cows. Bo, Luke, Daisy, and Enos spend hours filling every empty bottle they have with fresh milk, which they keep refrigerated in The Angels' RV. So at least for the next few days they will have fresh milk to drink. Max and The Master spar during the last minutes of daylight. Max's skill at ninjitsu is impressive, yet he can't seem to get through McAllister's defenses. Still, The Master would tell you that his student has come a long way from when he had first met him, just over a year ago.
As the sun goes down and darkness engulfs the camp, the band of survivors sit about the campfire. Shortly thereafter, they hear a rumbling in the distance. Luke Duke, who is standing watch atop the RV, whistles to the others, imitating the sound of a red breasted robin nearly perfectly. Bo, Daisy, and Enos recognise this as their predetermined signal for approaching trouble. The group quickly gets to their feet, preparing for any trouble that may come their way. It doesn't take long for the source of the noise to make itself clear. Several headlights are coming down the road, too oddly spaced to be from any cars or trucks. Which means the noise that's approaching them is the roar of several motorcycles.
In minutes the bikers are at the camp. When they arrive, they start driving their bikes around in circles, doing donuts in the dirt road, kicking up dust, and making a general nuisance of themselves. McAllister and Hannibal glance at each other. They're both fairly certain that these men and women aren't just a bunch of citizens who had just happened to choose to drive cross country on motorcycles to escape the walkers. If their aggressive demeanor wasn't a tip off that they were a gang of outlaw bikers, their identical denim vests with matching patches sewn onto the backs certainly were. In fact, some of these bikers looked remarkably familiar to Hannibal. Finally the bikers quit their horsing around and park their hogs. A large black man with a shaved head dismounts his bike and approaches the two white haired army buddies. He stands in front of them with his hands on his hips, smiling at the sight of them, obviously not too impressed. He gives a short, loud whistle to his men, which is apparently a signal to follow suit, for the rest of the gang dismounts as well.
"Howdy," says the colonel in a casual tone, "You know, with all that racket you guys were making coming up the road, every walker within a ten mile radius is gonna know where you fellas are."
"Walkers?" says the head biker as though he doesn't understand.
"Yeah, walkers," replies Hannibal, "You know. Dead people coming back to life, walking around trying to eat anything living that moves. Walkers"
"Walkers, huh? I like that! We've been calling them 'Dead Heads'."
"That works too," admits Hannibal, "So what can we help you with?"
"You can start by handing over any food you guys have got," says the biker, "Along with any gas you have in your tanks. Guns. Ammo. And anything else we feel like taking," then he gives Daisy Duke an appraising look, "And I do mean anything."
"Well, we have a little problem with that, you see," replies Hannibal, "Thing is, our stuff is our stuff. We don't just hand it over to any hairless ape who wants it. Especially one as dumb and ugly as you."
"You're gonna pay for that, man!"
"I'll send you a cheque, man!"
"Wait a minute!" says the biker, "Wait a minute! I remember you! You were that chump that left me to rot in that small town sheriff's jail cell!"
"That's where I recognize you from!" exclaims Hannibal, "Bad Rock, Arkansas! You're The Barbarians!"
"Take a good look at my face, chump! I'm the last thing you're ever gonna see!"
"What now, 8-Ball?" asks one of the Barbarians.
"What do you think? Nail this clown!"
On his command, The Barbarians attack The A-Team and their friends. 8-Ball takes a wild swing at Hannibal. The colonel ducks under the clumsy blow and punches the biker in the gut, then follows it up with a left hook to the jaw and a straight right cross to the eye, knocking his opponent to the ground. One of the bikers attacks McAllister. He doesn't even get to take a swing at the aging ninja. As he's winding up to deliver a haymaker of a punch, The Master takes him out with a spinning heel kick. A biker takes a swing at B.A. The large mowhawked soldier blocks the attempt, and then punches him in the face. During the brief distraction, another biker manages to slip in and punch B.A. in the gut. The big man doesn't even flinch. He just glares at the biker, who punches B.A. again, this time in the face. Again B.A. doesn't flinch. He just grabs the biker by his jacket and drives his head into the smaller man's face, a move often referred to as a Glasgow Kiss. The biker falls to the ground, his nose splattered all over his face, totally unconscious.
Bo and Luke Duke are standing back to back as they are fighting The Barbarians. They had stood their ground in many a barroom brawl using this strategy, and more often than not were the last two standing. A Barbarian comes at Bo with a left hook, which the younger Duke blocks. He then retaliates with a series of quick stiff jabs to the face, and then a roundhouse right knocks him out. Another Barbarian charges at Luke, who ducks down and throws the biker up and over his head like a professional wrestler. The Barbarian hits the ground hard, and then rolls over onto his belly in order to get back to his feet. But before he could even get his feet under him, Luke kicks him in the head, knocking him out cold. Enos, meanwhile, is sticking close to Daisy. Not that he'd be foolish enough to assume that she needs his help. He knows better than most that Daisy can out drive, out shoot, and out fight most men. But he really didn't like the way that this gang's leader looked at her. While it was rare for Enos to ever have to use his nightstick in the line of duty as a deputy sheriff of Hazzard County, he had spent time working in the L.A.P.D. and was perfectly capable of wielding his stick with as much skill as any big city police officer. Any bikers that got too near him or Daisy soon learns just how skilled the young deputy really is.
Daisy Duke isn't one to sit on the sidelines and let others fight her battles for her. Like her cousins, she has stood tall in many a barroom brawl while waiting tables at The Boar's Nest. A Barbarian manages to get past Enos and tries to grab her. Daisy ducks under the biker's reaching arms, coming up behind him. Before he can even turn around, she hauls off and kicks him in the groin from behind. The biker grasps his injured manhood and collapses to the ground, whimpering in a voice at least a couple of octaves higher than what his normal voice likely normally sounds like. When Enos sees that this biker had nearly gotten his hands on Daisy, he hauls off and cracks him in the skull with his nightstick, knocking him out.
Colt Seavers and Jody Banks also fight the bikers side by side. A Barbarian comes at Colt and throws a wild punch at him. The former stuntman blocks the attack, then punches the biker in the face. He then shoves the stunned Barbarian towards Jody, who delivers an impressive thrust kick to his gut. As the biker doubles over, both Colt and Jody grab him and drive his head into the side of Colt's pickup truck. Another biker goes to attack them, but Face Man grabs him from behind, spins him about, and then punches him out. He smiles at Jody and turns, just in time to side step another Barbarian who was charging at him. The biker roars past Peck, and is doubled over by both Jody and Colt kneeing him in the gut. They both then knee him in the face, sending him staggering back to Face Man, who knocks him out with a roundhouse right punch.
Much like Daisy Duke, Charlie's Angels hardly need help from any man. In fact, no Barbarian seems to be able to touch any of them, unless you count getting punched, kicked, elbowed, kneed, and thrown to the ground by these three ladies as touching them. A Barbarian comes charging at the three former detectives but is stopped dead in his tracks by a kick to the gut by Jill Munroe. She then brings her elbow up to connect solidly with the biker's chin. Then after a quick, stiff knee to his abdomen, she throws him to the ground with an impressive judo throw. As he hits the ground, Sabrina Duncan knocks him out with a straight thrust kick to the bridge of his nose. Another Barbarian comes charging at the Angels like a bull charging a matador. This time he's met by Sabrina, who uses his own size and momentum against him by taking him down with a simple judo move. The Barbarian lands hard in the dirt. But as he sits up to try and continue his assault, Kelly Garrett delivers an impressive spin heel kick, catching him square on the jaw and knocking him out. A third Barbarian tries his luck with the Angels. This time Kelly stuns him with a roundhouse kick to the jaw. Then she delivers a thrust kick to his back, sending him staggering to Jill, who grabs him in a wrist lock and flips him onto his back, where he gets the heel of Sabrina's boot right between the eyes, knocking him out.
Being the least physically capable of the group, Amy Allen sticks close to H.M. Murdock and Max Keller. She and Murdock have always had a very close friendship. It's not exactly a stretch to say that she loves him. Not in any romantic sort of way, more like a big brother. And Max? Well, she hardly knows him. He's definitely handsome. She could possibly even see herself falling for him at some point. But right now she needs to stay close to whoever will keep her safe. Murdock has the motivation, and judging from his sparring matches with The Master, Max has the skills. Not that Murdock doesn't know how to fight, he certainly does, but Max just seems a little bit better at hand to hand combat. A Barbarian comes at Max in an attempt to grapple him. The young ninja student grabs the biker's arm, throws him over his shoulder to the ground, the knocks him out with a scissors kick. Another Barbarian comes at Max, and gets knocked out cold by a spinning heel kick. A Barbarian starts swinging wildly at Murdock. The chopper pilot blocks a left hook, then a roundhouse right, and then ducks under another left, and then he pokes the biker in the eyes like in a Three Stooges comedy sketch. The biker clutches his injured eyes with his hand, leaving himself wide open to attack. So Murdock quickly capitalizes on his opponent's blindness and delivers a quick one-two punch to the biker's abdomen and kidneys. Then when the biker doubles over in pain, Murdock elbows him in the back of the head, which drops him to his hands and knees. Then the pilot grabs the Barbarian by the head and drives a knee to his temple, knocking him out cold.
Hannibal is holding his own against The Barbarians. A Barbarian comes straight at him and Hannibal takes him out with a right cross to the jaw. Another Barbarian tries to flank the colonel, but Hannibal sees him coming out of his peripheral vision and elbows the biker in the gut. Then he quickly follows it up with an elbow to the face, and then finishes him with a roundhouse right punch. At Hannibal's feet, 8-Ball is just coming to. He looks around in a daze, and then shouts out "Ogre! Where are you man? Get over here and smoke this clown!"
Hannibal turns around and kicks 8-Ball in the head, knocking him out yet again. Then he turns around to see who it is that 8-Ball was shouting to. Then he sees him. Like his leader, he has a shaven head, but while 8-Ball has a goatee, Ogre has a handlebar mustache. He kind of looks like a professional boxer from the 1800's. And this guy is enormous. He must stand at least 7' tall. And by the looks of things, he's no stranger to the weight room. This guy has muscles in places where most people don't even have places. Of course, big muscles don't mean much if you don't know how to fight. But Hannibal Smith had been a soldier for a lot of years. He knows a thing or two about hand to hand combat, including how to spot a skilled fighter. And the way this guy moves? He's more than just a brawler, that's for damn sure. As Ogre approaches the colonel, Hannibal decides to try and take the big man's wheels out from under him. No matter how big someone is, they're all the same size once they're on their back. So Hannibal hauls off and delivers the strongest damn kick he could muster, putting everything he has behind it. His foot makes solid contact with the side of Ogre's knee, and the colonel damn near breaks his own leg from the impact. Hannibal steps back, trying to walk off the injury, but Ogre keeps on coming as though nothing had happened. So Hannibal steps in and throws several punches into Ogres washboard abs. The giant biker just grins down at the smaller man. Hannibal tries throwing a punch at Ogre's jaw, but the larger man catches his arm in mid-swing and then punches the colonel in the jaw. Hannibal Smith is sent flying face first into the dirt. Before he can even think about getting back to his feet, Hannibal feels Ogre's gigantic hands grabbing him from behind. In an instant, Hannibal is lifted from the ground and thrown into the motorcycles.
Face Man and Colt Seavers run to Hannibal's aid. The two men jump on Ogre's back, trying to wrestle him to the ground. They felt like children trying to wrestle with an adult. Face has Ogre in a choke hold, his arm wrapped tightly around the big man's thick, muscular neck in an attempt to make him pass out. Seavers has his arms wrapped around Ogre's leg and is trying desperately to lift him up and put him off balance. Neither man is being very successful in their endeavors. Ogre grabs Face Man's wrists and easily pulls open the smaller man's hold. Then with a simple take down, throws the lieutenant over his shoulder and onto the ground. He then grabs Colt Seavers around the waist and heaves him up and over in a gut-wrench suplex. Then in a display of acrobatic skill one would not expect from a man so large, Ogre nips up from a prone position back to his feet. Face and Colt can't help but look upon this giant of a man with a little bit of awe.
"This reminds me of when I doubled for Harrison Ford for the fight scene with the huge Nazi in Raiders of the Lost Arc," says the former stunt man.
"You were in Raiders?" asks Face.
"I love that movie!" exclaims Ogre.
"Really?" says Colt, for a moment dropping his guard. The second he does, a huge fist collides with his face, knocking him out cold.
Ogre then takes a swing at Face Man. The lieutenant ducks under the punch and then hits Ogre in the stomach with a flurry of punches. Then he tries the face, first with a left, and then with a right. None of the punches even faze the big man. He just grins down at Face, and then grabs him by the shoulder with the iron grip of one huge paw. Then he drives his other fist into Face Man's gut, once, twice, three times. A quick knee to Face's jaw knocks him out. Ogre turns around to try and find more opponents. As he does so, Murdock charges at him, his head down in an attempt to tackle Ogre to the ground. As he collides with the huge biker, he finds it more akin to running into a brick wall. Ogre grabs the chopper pilot by the neck and lifts him high into the air. Ogre shakes Murdock like a rag doll as the captain tries to breathe.
"B.A." gasps Murdock as he's suspended in the air, "Little help!"
B.A. Barracus walks up to the biker who's strangling his fellow team member and punches him in the stomach with all of his strength. This time Ogre actually reacts to the punch, dropping Murdock and staggering back while clutching his gut. B.A. steps in and hits him again, this time a right cross to the jaw. Again Ogre is rocked back on his heels. But unlike most men B.A. has fought over the years, he didn't go down. Instead he just looks at B.A. and grins, probably impressed that he may have finally met a worthy adversary. Ogre hauls off and punches B.A. in the eye, a blow that would knock most men down if not out. B.A. Barracus just rocks back, and then glares at the huge biker. After a moment where they silently exchange their respect for one another, the two mighty warriors clash, grappling and punching each other like a couple of professional wrestlers in the middles of a bitter feud.
Ogre isn't the only biker who is proving to be a handful for the survivors. A biker named Kwan, a Chinese member of the Barbarians with a black goatee and a long black skullet. He also is apparently highly skilled in kung fu. He comes running at Bo and Luke Duke, and then leaps into a flying jump kick. The two cousins dodge to either side, causing the Chinaman to miss completely. Bo tries to take him on, throwing a roundhouse right punch at Kwan's head. Kwan easily blocks the telegraphed punch, and then retaliates with a lightning quick flurry of punches into Bo's chest, then a quick punch to the jaw, knocking him down. Luke tries grabbing Kwan from behind, but the Chinaman twists out of the former marine's grasp and flips him down to the ground. Luke rolls to his feet and turns to meet his opponent face to face. Kwan hits him with a kick to the abdomen, followed immediately with a kick to the face, and then a roundhouse kick followed immediately with a spinning heel kick. Luke goes down and is not getting up again anytime soon. Bo manages to rise shakily to his feet, But Kwan knocks him back down again with a flying jump kick, much like what he initially tried attacking with.
"Bo! Luke!" cries Daisy as she runs to her cousins' aid. As soon as she gets within reach of her family members, Kwan knocks her down with a backhanded fist.
"Daisy!" shouts an enraged Enos. He comes at Kwan with his nightstick, fully intent on causing some serious damage. He swings wildly at the Chinese biker, but constantly hits nothing but air. Then Kwan reaches behind his back to the waistband of his jeans and pulls out a set of nunchuks. He and Enos face off against each other, Kwan whirling the nunchuks around on their nylon cord while Enos twirls his nightstick about like a baton. Then the two go at it once again. This time Kwan uses the cord of his nunchuks to entangle Enos's nightstick, and then wrenches the weapon away from the deputy. A swift kick to the gut doubles Enos over, and then a shot to the back of the head with the nunchuks knocks him out cold. Kwan turns around to find new opponents to fight, and gets Max Keller's boot right into his chest with a flying jump kick of his own. Kwan falls to his back, but goes into a backwards somersault and comes back up to his feet, his nunchuks at the ready.
But Max has some martial arts weapons of his own. When he saw how skilled Kwan was in kung fu, and with nunchuks, Max went into The Master's case and grabbed his own equalizer. A pair of short wooden sticks, about two feet long, and about as thick and as durable as the wood used to make nunchuks. Often referred to as Filipino Sticks, in Japanese these weapons are called Hanbo Sticks, or just simply Hanbo. Max goes into a few practice routines to warm up his wrists, to which Kwan smiles and nods.
"Ah," says the Barbarian, "A challenge."
Max and Kwan go right at each other, Hanbo against nunchuks. They duck and parry each other's weapons. They dodge and parry each other's kicks and punches. When one of them manages to land a blow on the other, then the other quickly retaliates. If any of the combatants on either side of this fight were to stop and watch these two going at it, they might think that they had stepped into a Bruce Lee movie or something. The action between them is just that intense. Kwan finally manages to entangle one of Max's Hanbo Sticks with his nunchuks, in much the same way he had disarmed Enos just moments earlier. Max jabs his other Hanbo into Kwan's ribs, but the Chinaman manages to fight through the pain, sweep Max's legs out from under him, and rip the entangled weapon from the ninja student's grasp in seemingly one swift movement. Max nips up to his feet, but is met with a nunchuk shot right between the eyes. Max goes down and is out of the fight. Kwan raises his nunchuks to put him down permanently, but a steel like grip grasps his wrist, twists his arm behind his back, disarms him, and then throws him to the ground. Kwan rolls to his feet and turns to find himself facing his opponent's teacher, the ninja master John Peter McAllister. The Master casually tosses Kwan's nunchuks aside.
"Come on, old man," says the biker, "Let's see how good you really are."
McAllister gives Kwan the slightest of smiles, and then assumes a ready stance. Kwan shouts out a kiai and attacks the master with a flurry of kicks and punches. The Master blocks, ducks, parries, and dodges each attack with ease, and counters them with his own. Kwan in turn ducks, dodges, and blocks all of McAllister's attacks. McAllister finally slips through Kwan's defenses, striking him in the jaw with a thrust kick. Kwan rolls with the blow, diving into a forward shoulder roll and then hand springs to his feet. McAllister keeps pace with him and hits him again, this time with a spinning heel kick. Kwan staggers back and falls over one of the motorcycles. When the Chinaman regains his feet, however, The Master realizes that he had been duped. Kwan had deliberately taken those hits to give himself an excuse to maneuver himself over to where his bike was so that he could retrieve what he holds now, a razor sharp jian sword. He leaps at The Master, thrusting the tip of the double edged blade at McAllister's heart. The aging ninja throws himself backwards, doing a handspring out of the weapon's reach, and then leaps up into a backwards somersault to get further from the deadly blade. Kwan continues to pursue the older man, shouting his kiai, whirling and slashing with seeming reckless abandon. One such slash nearly catches The Master across the chest, cutting through his black turtleneck sweater.
Then Kwan stops his slashing attacks and attempts to run the ninja master through. Again McAllister just barely avoids certain death by throwing himself back. But this time he places a foot in Kwan's abdomen and launches the Chinaman over him and into the dirt. When Kwan recovers his footing and turns to face his adversary, he finds that he had fallen for his own ruse. Standing there across from him is The Master, this time wielding his ninjato sword. McAllister had maneuvered Kwan over to his case full of ninja weapons, where he could even the odds once more. The two martial arts masters clash once again, this time with steel against steel. The blades ring out constantly as every strike and thrust is parried and countered. Finally McAllister manages to sweep one of Kwan's sword thrusts aside with his ninjato, and then thrust his blade into the Chinaman's heart. Kwan's eyes widen in shock as he feels the cold steel pierce his chest. The hilt of his jian sword slips from his fingers as his hands no longer have the strength to grasp the weapon. The younger swordsman looks upon the man who had defeated him with respect. He then gives a subtle nod of his head. The Master pulls the blade of his ninjato from his opponent's chest, letting the man fall to his knees. He then raises the sword and brings it down upon Kwan's head, splitting the Chinaman's skull down the middle as though it were an artichoke.
Elsewhere in the camp, B.A. and Ogre are still trading punches. But while before they were going at it like a couple of mad dogs trying to tear each other's throats out, now they're both on their knees taking turns punching each other in the face. It's like they're daring each other to knock one another out, but are both too damn stubborn to fall. The Master, John Peter McAllister finally decides to put an end to it. He walks up to Ogre, and then chops him on the top of the skull with the edge of his hand. Ogre stops punching B.A., looks up at the ninja master, and then collapses into unconsciousness. B.A. looks up at McAllister as well, acts as though he's about to say something, and then also he falls unconscious. McAllister goes over to where Ogre had thrown Hannibal and helps his old war buddy back up onto his feet. They look around the camp. The biker gang was completely beaten. Of course, their own side had taken a heavy beating as well. In fact, the only ones left still standing were McAllister, Murdock, Jody Banks, Amy Allen, Daisy Duke, and Charlie's Angels. Leaning heavily on McAllister for support, Hannibal takes his chewed up cigar out of his pocket. Unfortunately the thing had been completely mangled during the fight and couldn't be smoked even if Smith wanted to. The colonel tosses the useless smoke away and smiles at his friend.
"I love it . . ." he says, "When a plan comes together." And then he passes out in his friend's arms.
