Last chapter, I really enjoyed writing this for you guys, enjoy this last chapter.

Chapter 10

We landed in a field in the middle of nowhere; the only thing in sight was an abandoned barn. I followed them feeling numb inside and out.

Inside the barn was a mostly black van with a red strip on the side, 'The A-Team van.' I thought simply. A few days ago I would have been excited to see it, let alone ride in it but now it just seemed like another vehicle to ride in.

They loaded B.A in the back as they had to knock him out to get him in the helicopter. Face and I sat in the back with Hannibal driving and Murdock in the passenger seat.

On the road it was quiet, it mirrored the atmosphere in the van; silence. I didn't mind since I didn't feel like talking anyway,

"I'm sorry about what happened kid, but you will need to move on with your life in time." Hannibal told me, I stared blankly through the windshield at the dark sky.

We drove a little longer and found a little motel and diner as B.A came to in the back.

"You guys knocked me out again, I'm going to get you guys for this, count on that!" he said angrily at them.

I only ate a little because all I could think about was Hotshot and that ruined my appetite. Face got us some rooms for the night, I got a room to myself but I knew it was just Hannibal's way of giving me some space.

I couldn't sleep; I knew I wouldn't no matter what I did so I got up and lightly knocked on the door to Hannibal's room. I heard the click signaling it was unlocked; I went in quietly and sat in the armchair by the still made bed.

Hannibal turned on a light in the corner of the room and I saw the rest of the team was sitting on the other bed.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked them.

"Sam, you just lost someone you really cared about. You need to grieve for him before you do anything else." Hannibal told me.

"I know but-" I said but Face cut me off.

"There's no buts Sam, you need to do this." he said, it half sounded like an order which was odd for him.

I nodded and went back to my own room, sinking down onto the bed I thought about Hotshot and Bandit, I cried a little at the memories but before long I was flat out bawling hot tears flowing down my face like a river.

I choked on laughter thinking, 'If I hadn't jumped into the river, I wouldn't have met The A-Team.' Drying my eyes, I climbed into bed clothes and all to sleep finally in peace.

Next morning I went to the guys room to see where we were going from here.

"Hey Sam." Hannibal greeted, I nodded in return.

Suddenly a voice boomed over a foghorn, "Smith, this is Decker. You are completely surrounded, come out with your hands up or we're coming in and you won't like if we come in. You've got thirty seconds." he said.

Hannibal smiled, while Face groaned, "Oh no, he's on the jazz."

I didn't know what the 'jazz.' was but I hoped Hannibal had a plan to get us out of this mess.

Hannibal looked at me, "If you're coming with us kid, you'll be facing a lot of time on the run. Can you handle it soldier?" he said.

"Yes sir." I replied without hesitation.

"Good let's go, Decker has an eager trigger finger." Hannibal said, quietly we slipped out the back and crouched low behind the wood railing heading for the fire escape to get to the van nearby.

We got in the van as the soldiers started shooting at empty hotel rooms, I smiled as B.A hit the gas and flung up dirt as we left the hotel and the military soldiers behind.

"Welcome to the A-Team kid, I love it when a plan comes together." Hannibal said lighting a cigar.

That's it for this story, sorry if it wasn't the best ending. Review please!