Disclaimer: I do not own, nor did I create, any of the A-team characters (main or support) nor do I own, nor did I create, any of the episodes. That credit is due to Stephen J. Cannell and his associates. Any familiar catch phrases or settings also belong to the Cannell team.
Col. Roderick Decker as well as Colonel Morrison belong to Cannell and associates.
Colburn and Morton are mine.
Author's Notes: In Season 2 Episode —- "Water, Water, Everywhere" Hannibal instructs BA to weaponize a decrepit tanker truck. When BA protests Hannibal references their "fight in the barracks at Cam Rahn Bay". This is my speculation about what happened there.
Summary: The trouble escalates but is quickly squelched by Hannibal.
Chaos in Cam Rahn: by LAGC
Chapter 2: The Fight
The next day dawned muggy and hot which was no surprise to anyone. Hannibal ran the team through one of his infamous obstacle courses. An event that became an entertaining spectacle for any idle soldier around base. Most of the ribbing from the side lines was good natured, except of course for the vitriol spewing from Colburn and Morton. They were sneaky enough to keep it out of the earshot of Hannibal and BA, but the keen eyes of the Colonel didn't miss their ominous presence.
For the most part Face and Murdock were able to tune them out. The pounding of their hearts and the thumping of their blood made it nearly impossible to hear any jabs from the sidelines. Their trained attention, focused on Hannibal's commands, drowned out any other voices. The bullies became more and more enraged as they were denied any satisfactory attention or even acknowledgement from their distracted marks.
Finally, after several grueling hours, Hannibal declared their training session complete. He told his Team to hit the showers and then they'd head down to the base's beachfront for a few hours of RnR. Everyone rushed off to follow those welcomed orders. Twenty minutes later, as scrubbed as one can get in a base shower, and dressed in beach attire, Murdock and Face headed toward the makeshift beach. Hannibal and BA would be a few minutes behind since they took second shift on the showers.
"Boy, Hannibal made us earn this fun in the sun time, didn't he, Faceman?"
"You can say that again. I wonder what he thinks our next mission is going to be. That might account for the brutal drills he ran us through today." replied Face.
"Or...he wants to ensure we stay out of trouble by keeping us exhausted." chuckled Murdock.
"Could be, Buddy, could be. This spot ok to set up camp?"
Murdock nodded his approval as he spread out an army issue blanket. Both soldiers plopped down, closed their eyes, and tried to relax. Alas that was not to be. A cooling shadow fell upon the supine soldiers. For a second they assumed BA and Hannibal had joined them. The tsunami of sand that assaulted them quickly derailed that theory. Spitting out and shaking off sand, they defensively leapt to their feet to face their assailants. Neither was surprised to see Colburn and Morton squared off in front of them.
"What the hell is your freakin' problem!" demanded Murdock.
"Problem? We ain't got any problem." sneered Morton.
"Yeah? We were just trying to help you guys. You seemed so into sand yesterday morning. We figured to help you gather more up." explained Colburn. "But, oops, you don't have your sand pails with you right now."
"Why are you cavemen so fixated on how we spend our free time?" demanded Face
"You're fraternizing with the natives. It ain't right. Helping the ones who may very well be trying to kill us at any opportunity." sneered Colburn.
"The workers on base are not our enemies. They 're building housing for this army?" responded Face confoundedly.
"That's not how we see it and we take insult from your helping them." growled Morton as he swung at Face. His punch connected with the Lieutenant's abdomen, doubling Face over.
At the same time Colburn landed a left hook on Murdock's chin. Within seconds the brawl was going at full tilt. Although they had been taken off guard, Murdock and Face rallied quickly and were setting an even pace to the fist fight. A group of soldiers had circled around to watch the rumpus. The pounding of fists on flesh and the cheers and chants of the spectators drowned out the sound of a truck approaching. Morton and Colburn managed to simultaneously knock Face and Murdock down onto their backs. At that exact moment, a gush of propelled water pummeled the assailants. The wet onslaught was immediately followed by BA's fists to their noses. Next, the Big Guy grabbed the dazed creeps by their shirts, slammed them together, and dropped them into the sand as limp as old rag dolls.
The useless observers had fled at the approach of the truck driven by Baracus with Col. Smith mounted on the tank Smith now stood atop that tank, brandishing the hose as if it were a machine gun. For good measure he doused the punks one more time, while warning, "Stay down scum balls or I'll hit you with enough water to turn you into sandcastles."
Morton and Colburn sat sputtering and catching their breath, BA helped Face and Murdock to their feet. The Team assembled next to their commander.
"You two have a lot to learn about being true American soldiers. Maybe a couple of nights confined to your quarters will give you the opportunity to read and study up. Get your sorry asses to your huts." ordered the irate Colonel.
The two fools hesitated for a moment. The glares in the four sets of eyes staring at them, coupled with BA's balled fists, made them realize not to challenge Hannibal's authority. They slithered off.
Once their opponents were gone, Hannibal cast assessing looks over Murdock and Faceman. Both were disheveled, covered in sand, and sporting busted lips. Murdock had a swollen left eye with bloody cheek. It was obvious that Face was going to have a shocking bruise just below his rib cage.
"Rinse off in the sea water, then go get checked out in the infirmary." instructed Hannibal.
"Colonel? Do we have to get checked out? They might report us to the General." Face cautiously complained.
"Yes, please, Colonel, I don't want us to miss the USO Show." beseeched Murdock.
"Yeah, yeah, Hannibal, I arranged great seating and back stage passes for us."
'Wow, Faceman! I didn't know you did that!" chirped Murdock
"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise." explained Face, shooting a charming smile at Hannibal.
"Yes! You're both going to the infirmary! We're facing a major mission in three days time. I need to know you're both in healthy fighting condition. I'll deal with any fallout that may or may not develop." declared Hannibal, in no way distracted by their banter.
Left with no other options Face and Murdock complied.