Captain Crane came bounding down the hospital hall and practically tackled his commanding officer.

"Whoa…where's the fire, captain?"

"No fire yet, sir…but we do have smoke."

"Can we stop talking in riddles please?"

"Sorry, sir. But I think we just got our second break." Crane halted as he realized that Decker was wearing powder blue surgical scrubs. "Um…why are you dressed like that?"

Decker looked down at his attire and shook his head briefly at the memory before looking back up. "Peck had a bad reaction to the anesthesia."

Crane's eyes opened wide. "He didn't?"

"Oh…oh yes he did."

"Peck puked on you?" the captain asked trying to keep the note of laughter out of his voice. Decker nodded in disgust. "And you didn't shoot him?"

"NO…I didn't shoot him. But I might shoot you if you don't wipe that smirk off your face and tell me what you found out."

Crane sobered and cleared his throat. "Of course, colonel. Tapping old Father McGhill's phone worked like a charm."

Decker's smile grew wider by the minute as he listened to the details of the conversation. Slapping his man on the back, he praised, "Nice work, captain."

"So we know where and when we can get the A-Team…but that leaves the how?"

"The 'how' is Peck." Decker rubbed his hands together. "Peck is going to capture the A-Team…he just doesn't know it yet."

Face lay in the bed with his right shoulder heavily wrapped and an IV in his other arm pumping fluids and antibiotics through his system. He felt awful, his shoulder ached and he was still battling nausea. But the worst of it was that he had been sick all over Colonel Decker.

'Oh God…how humiliating,' he thought. But the colonel hadn't so much as batted an eye; he seemed more concerned with making sure that Face was okay.

Face turned his head toward the window and looked out at the clear blue sky. A plane flew by and he closed his eyes as another picture popped into his head. He saw one of the men he had imagined earlier…the one with the bomber jacket. So focused on trying figuring out who the man was, he didn't notice when Decker and Crane entered to room.

Even though Face's eyes were closed, they could tell he was awake by the deep furrow in his brow.

"Peck…you alright?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." Face opened his eyes and turned to the duo who wisely were keeping their distance so to avoid a repeat of the earlier events. "It's just that I think I might be remembering something."

Decker stiffened and tried to maintain his composure. "That's great…what?"

"I've been seeing these three guys in my mind."

Crane just about choked on the gum he was chewing causing Decker to have to pat him on the back a few times to get him breathing again. "Smooth, real smooth," he muttered under his breath. Louder so Face could hear, he asked, "Can you describe these men?"

Face nodded. "One was older with a cigar, one was skinny and wore a brown leather bomber jacket, and one was big and mean looking with a weird hair cut and lots of jewelry." He saw the two men exchange a subtle look, but they said nothing. "What? You know who they are…I can see it in your faces."

'Showtime,' Decker thought. It was the opening he could have only hoped for. Now all they had to do was play their cards right and give the lieutenant the information he asked for…or at least their version of it.

"Look, Peck, it's nothing you need to worry about. You just had surgery…focus on getting some rest and healing."

"Please, colonel," Face pleaded. "I won't be able to rest until I know who those men are." When Decker still looked leery, he added an extra, "please."

Decker sighed with exaggeration on purpose; all part of the act. "Okay, I guess you have the right to know." He turned to Crane, "Go get the file."

The captain's eyebrow's lifted in confusion. "The file?"

"Yes, the file," Decker repeated while thinking, 'as in the file we spent the last week doctoring…do I have to spell everything out?'

"Oh, that file. Yes, sir," Crane said and walked from the room. 'I don't know how the guy expects me to keep up with his twisted mind.'

Decker pulled up a chair to Face's bed. "This isn't going to be easy for you to hear, but those three men are the reason why you are lying here today."

TBC…