"The A-Team's Sole Combatant"
"The A-Team's Sole Combatant"
By Ross7
The Special-Forces-trained trio stared down at the unconscious creep, and then at each other, in disbelief. Had it really just taken the three of them to overpower one of Hallis' hired thugs?
B.A. massaged his sore jaw and winced. 'Man! This guy mus' be a black belt, or somethin'!' he silently surmised. 'If they even award belts for kick boxin'…' At any rate, the man had certainly earned a few belts from him.
Face gazed back down at the goon for a few moments. Then, he grimaced and began reaching for his bruised backside. "He must've misunderstood. I told him to kiss my ass—not kick it."
Murdock was standing there, hunched over, clutching his tenderized ribcage. He flashed Face the slightest of smiles and then proclaimed, between tightly clenched teeth and gasped breaths. "Yeah…well…a kick in the butt…is better than two in the gut."
'Or, two in the jaw,' B.A. thought. "C'mon! We bes' go fin' the Colonel…or he gonna be kickin' all our butts!"