Once inside the White House, a butler took their coats before leading them to the door of the Oval Office where they were announced to the President before being led inside.

"Don't forget your title," Carla whispered. "The Joint Chiefs of Staff will be here and they're expecting a General."

Face immediately turned into the suave, smooth talking conman that he'd been known to become when the team needed something really bad. "Mr. President," he said putting out his hand. "General Templeton Peck. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"General," the President said shaking the proffered hand. "The pleasures all mine."

"My assistant," Face said indicating Carla beside him. "Miss Carla Stockwell."

"Sir," she said as the President shook her hand as well.

"I'm slightly confused," the President said looking from Carla to Face. "I thought General Stockwell was your father?"

"He is, sir," Face replied with a wiry grin. "For personal reason, I've chosen a different last name. Carla is also his daughter and my sister."

"I see," the President replied with a smile aimed directly at Carla. "I had no idea Stockwell had a daughter as lovely as you hidden away some where," he slurred.

Face smirked as he looked at the man in front of him. The President's flushed cheeks and the glass of bourbon on the rocks that he held, indicated he was already a few drinks in. This was going to be easier than he thought.

"General Peck," the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff said as he walked over to introduce himself. "General Heath Hayes."

"General Hayes," Face said shaking the other man's hand.

"Let's have a chat, shall we," Hayes said putting an arm around Face's shoulder. "Would you like a drink?"

"Sure," Face said turning back momentarily to watch Carla meet his eyes. He didn't like leaving her with a leach like the President but he had to assume, she could handle herself. "Scotch on the rocks."

"Excellent choice," the General replied snapping his finger and the drink was quickly produced. "By the way, General. Your reputation precedes you."

"Reputation?" Face said feigning ignorance. "I don't know what your talking about."

"Don't take me for a fool, Lieutenant Peck," the General hissed. "You might be able to pull off this charade with the President but I assure you. I know who you are and I don't think I can trust you!"

"That's good to know, General," Face said before taking a sip of his drink. "I know, I don't trust you. Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a report to deliver."

"This ain't over, Peck," Hayes said watching from a corner as Face made his way around the room as introductions were made to the rest of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Afterward, Carla touched his elbow as she came up beside him. "How's it going?" She asked barely above a whisper.

"Peachy," Face replied smiling though the conversation. "The President is a drunken leach, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff knows who I am and the rest of the room just seems to not really care one way or another about what's going on."

"That's my impression as well," Carla replied with a nod toward the President who was revisiting the bar. "We better get this briefing over before he's to drunk to know why we're here."

Face chuckled as he nodded. "I'm ready when you are," he said as she moved to the center of the room and announced that the briefing was about to begin.

Once everyone was seated around a large square table, Carla started the briefing by handing out packets to all the Joint Chiefs of Staff before showing a slide show of the photos Murdock had taken during the mission. "As you can see, gentleman," Carla said pointing out various photos that showed exactly how the chemical weapons were being produced. "This is definite proof of the production of chemical weapons in Sarajevo and while this facility was destroyed by our team, it is by no means the only one there."

"So the question is," the President said looking around the table with blood shot eyes. "What are we going to do with this information?"

"We have to give it to the UN for a resolution if we're going to make any kind of move against Sarajevo's President," the vice chairmen said as Hayes threw daggers at him.

"To hell with that!" he said before looking directly at the President. "You cut the head off the snake and the rest of the body will die! I say we send an elite team inside to take out the man before anyone even knows what's going on!"

"And start an all out war in the process, Hayes," the President said harshly. "Wars are expensive and I can not sanction such a move without consulting the UN!"

"He could use those weapons on us!" Hayes replied angrily as Face smirked. "You find something funny, General Peck?" The Chairman said when he noticed the way Face was smiling.

"Me," Face said unobtrusively clearing his throat. "Uh, no. It's just that, my guys didn't find any evidence to support the chemicals were being sent or used any where other than in their own country against they're own people. So while I agree with you about taking out the President, I don't agree with your methods on how to do it simply because you think they're going to be used on us when it's just not true. I have to agree with the President, I can not sanction an all out murder and that's what your talking about doing, General."

"Exactly," the President said with a firm nod. "We'll hand the evidence over to the UN for a vote on a resolution and only then will we take action."

The rest of the table nodded their agreement but Hayes who continued to bore holes into Face as he shook hands with the President and several members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff while saying his goodbyes.

"My driver will see you home," the President said with a nod aimed toward Carla. "I do hope we'll see each other again?"

"Anytime we're needed, sir," Carla said forcing a smile as Face stepped in when the President tried to hug her.

"Sir," he said offering his hand as he drew the man's attention away from his sister. "It was an honor."

"Yes," The President replied taking Face's hand. "We should get together again, soon."

"Yes, sir," Face said putting an arm around Carla. "Ready?"

Carla nodded as Face led her from the Oval Office and back to where they were dropped off to collect their coats. "Just a minute, Lieutenant," Hayes said meeting them near the door. "Don't think for one damn second that little show you put on in there has impressed anyone! Once I show the President your past with the A-Team, you'll be history!"

"You can try General," Face replied evenly. "But, the President doesn't appear to me to be the kind of man you can bully in order to achieve your own agenda and neither am I. You slander my name and there will be hell to pay! Just remember, we've all been pardoned and I don't owe you or anyone else an explanation about my past!"

"We'll see about that!" Hayes spat angrily.

"Let's go," Face said taking Carla's arm as he helped her into the car before following. "Well," he said once the car had driven off. "That was fun, don't you think?"

"I hardly think, fun is the proper word for it, Templeton," Carla said with a smirk as Face laughed.

The ride back to the house in Langley was uneventful as Face contemplated how he wanted to handle things with Stockwell. He was all for reconciliation if the man was willing to be truthful and upfront with him and only the most serious conversation would determine if that would be the case. But, he'd been unwilling to start such a conversation until he felt Stockwell was well enough to handle it.

Upon entering the house, Face and Carla found Hannibal waiting up. "Well," he said putting down the newspaper he'd been reading. "How'd it go?"

"I'll let you tell him, Carla said looking at Face as she stifled a yawn. "I don't think I would do the story justice. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Carla," Face said watching her leave before turning back to Hannibal. "What do you know about a General named Heath Hayes?"

"Plenty," Hannibal said with a grin. "He's the chairman of the Joint Chiefs Of Staff and I bet he also knew who you were?"

"And, you won the prize?" Face said jokingly. "You could have warned me, you know."

"But that would have taken all the fun out of the surprise," Hannibal said mischievously. "Besides, I know you can handle yourself when it comes to idiots like him."

"Yes, well," Face said reaching for an apple from a bowl of fruit on the dinning table. "I did and then some but you'll have to hear about it tomorrow. I'm headed to bed."

"Goodnight, kid," Hannibal said with a wiry grin as Face headed down the hallway toward his room.