Title: "Just Another Small Town Problem" (Chapters 7, 8, & 9)
Author: TrueOnyx
Summery: The guys stumble across a young woman being threatened by an extortionist.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The A-Team is the creation of Stephen J Cannell and Frank Lupo. They belong to Universal and Stephen J Cannell
Productions. No copyright infringement intended.
Comments: This is my first story, so like it or hate it, please let me know.
"Just Another Small Town Problem"
by TrueOnyx
Chapter7
"That was amazing! I mean, it was the biggest rush I've ever had!"
"That was only the beginning, my dear. Wait until he gets here, then the fireworks will really start." Hannibal turned to Face as he peeled off his disguise, "So you know what to get?"
Face huffed, "Now Hannibal, have I ever once forgotten what you wanted?"
"Just making sure. Alright BA, drop me and Sam off, get to town, get the supplies, then hightail it back here, ok?"
"Don't worry Hannibal, I'll get us back in time."
"So what are we going to do, Hannibal?" Sam asked.
"We're going to prepare a little surprise for Corliss and his cronies."
"Sounds like fun."
Face and Murdock exchanged worried glances as they thought the same thing, 'They're on the jazz!'
As the van drove away, Hannibal walked into the Blue Lagoon, followed closely by Sam. She gazed at Hannibal contemplatively. Hannibal noticed her expression, and was somewhat apprehensive about it. He finally decided to ask her what was wrong, "Is there a problem?"
"Hum?"
"You're staring at me."
Sam blushed slightly, "I'm sorry, Hannibal. I guess it's because you remind me so much of my uncle."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. He would always come up with the wildest ideas, like when he first started this place, he didn't get many customers, so he decided that if you came to the tavern and could out eat him, you'd get a free night's stay in the inn. He had people from all over coming in to try and beat him, but after a while, they came just for the good atmosphere. He was always happy, even when I knew he had to be furious, he would just say that everything was going to be ok." She chuckled softly, "I remember when I was about ten, I was playing baseball with a rock and it went right through one of the front windows of the bar. I was petrified of what he was going to do. But when he came out side, instead of yelling at me, he picked up a rock and threw it through the other window, just to prove he wasn't angry." She sighed heavily, "God, I miss him so much." Hannibal moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Don't worry, I'll make sure that everything's going to be ok."
With that, she buried her head in his chest and began to cry.
"How touching."
Hannibal and Sam whirled around to face the door, startled by the intrusion.
"Well 'Clarence', you've changed since we last met. You know, I am disappointed, I expected some resistance."
"I wouldn't be too concerned, if I were you, Corliss. You'll get more 'resistance' than you've ever dreamed of very shortly."
"Is that so. Take 'em."
A group of armed guards surrounded them, dragged them out of the room, and into a waiting car.
Chapter 8
"BA! Start the van!" Murdock practically screamed as he sprinted for the van, bundles of wiring gathered in his arms. Face, brandishing a hammer in one hand and a tool kit in the other, was in a mad dash behind Murdock. Both were dressed as telephone repairmen. BA, curious to see what they were running from, looked out the window to see three German Shepherds chasing Face and Murdock. Murdock began dropping coils of wire so he slowed down to pick them up. Face passed by Murdock, and was the first to reach the van. He flung the backdoor open, climbed over the storage box in the back, and urged Murdock on, "Murdock, toss that stuff and get in here!"
As soon as Face had gotten into the van, BA began to slowly drive forward so that he could have a running start.
"I'm comin'! I'm comin'!" Murdock began to throw handfuls of wire at Face, while the dogs began to close the gap between them. Face saw Murdock dive for the backdoor, so he turned and shouted, "Go, go, go!" Face turned back around to chastize Murdock for his 'Dr. Doolittle' impression, but was shocked when he didn't see Murdock. He leaned over his seat and saw a familiar pair of black high-tops being dragged behind them. Face leapt from his chair, grabbed a hold of Murdock's wrists, and yelled, "Stop the van!"
"What you talkin' about?"
"Murdock's not in the van!"
The van screeched to a halt. Murdock rolled on the ground as Face let go of his wrists. As he tried to sit up, he gripped his right shoulder in pain. Face and BA jumped out of the van, and ran to Murdock.
"Oh my God, Murdock. Are you ok?"
"My shoulder feels like it was ripped outta the socket."
BA carefully pried Murdock's fingers from his shoulder and cautiously felt it, "It's dislocated. Gotta put it back in place." He expertly placed his hands on Murdock's shoulder and arm, while Face held H.M.'s other hand. "It's gonna hurt," and with that he pulled Murdock's arm, setting the shoulder back in place. Murdock, for his part, tried to keep from screaming by biting on his lower lip, but he only succeeded in making it bleed.
"I'm sorry, Murdock, I thought you were in the van."
"S'ok, Faceman. I always wanted ta be dragged behind a speedin' vehicle," Murdock joked half-heartedly. He tried moving his arm, but the shooting pain in his arm said otherwise, "Looks like I won't be arm wrestling any gorillas anytime soon."
"Speaking of 'gorillas', we've gotta get back to the Blue Lagoon." Face turned to Murdock, "Are you going to be ok?"
"I'll be fine, Faceman. Let's get goin'. I've gotta bad feelin' right now."
Chapter9
The door to the Blue Lagoon slowly crept open, and a familiar blue baseball cap peeked around, "Lucy, I'm home!"
When there was no answer, Murdock pushed the door open the rest of the way with his good arm, to allow the others inside. "Looks like you was right, Crazy Man. They ain't here."
"So I guess that means it's up to us to rescue them . . . again."
Murdock give him a slightly assured grin, "Ah, don't worry, Faceyguy, it oughtta be a snap ta get 'um outta there."
Face eyed Murdock skeptically, "You don't really think that, do you?"
The smile dropped from his face, "Course not."
"Hey, we can't just leave 'um there!"
"Well, what would Hannibal do?"
"Go through the front door," Murdock and BA answered in unison.
"I was afraid you'd say that."
"But, you gotta admit that it works about nine times outta ten."
BA and Face just stared.
"Ok, ok. It's closer to six outta ten. But the chances are still in our favor."