In 1972 a group of soldiers were arrested for a crime they claimed they committed under orders. Further investigation revealed that there was absolutely no record of a General Morrison...
"Mr. Smith, you have a phone call." a nurse who walked into the day room said.
Former Colonel John "Hannibal" Smith who was chewing on the end of a rolled up piece of paper because they didn't allow him to smoke cigars at the VA got up from the card game he had been playing with the other members of his unit. Ten minutes later, Smith returned.
"It's time to break out of here boys, someone called for the A-Team." Smith said.
"It's about time." Face said as he laid his cards on the table and moved for the pile of IOU slips in the middle only to have B.A. slam his hand down on the table and scoop them up himself.
"Let me go get Billy." Murdock said.
"If that dog of yours pees in my van again, I'm going to kill it, and then I'm going to kill you." B.A. said to the retreating Murdock.
An hour later, the A-Team was making tracks down the highway in one of the VA vans. When Lynch got the call, he swore profusely. Over the last ten years, his career had become a joke because of the A-Team.
Why, you ask?
Because over the last ten years, it had been his task to round up the bunch of loonies every time they took on one of their insane crusades, and herd them back to the mental hospital.