Let's just pretend that you can travel into the future and look back at this time right now. You'll see that Russians never hurt you or your family, and you'll see that you were spending a lot of your time and energy being afraid of something bad that never happened.

- Sam, "Nuclear Family"

Listen, the trick is even if you gonna make up the whole story, you've got to keep it within the borders of credibility.

- Murdock, "The Battle of Bel Air"

Chapter 15: Back in Time

TUESDAY, MAY 13, 1986

UNIVERSAL STUDIOS

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

4:00PM PACIFIC TIME

The roar of a well-maintained engine broke the relative silence on the back lot at Universal Studios. A screech followed as the tires on the car protested against the high rate of speed in which it was traveling. The back end of the red-striped white Corvette fishtailed before it was brought back under control again.

Dr. Samuel Beckett wrestled with the control of the vehicle as they rounded the corner that put them on Phoenix Place, north of Courthouse Square. He wasn't sure if he was heading in the right direction, but he could hear the squeal of the Handlink behind him. Glancing into the rear view mirror, he couldn't see the reflection of his best friend, but he knew that he was back there. That knowledge was comforting, even in spite of the current threat.

Looking briefly to his right, he could see the green scales of the Aquamaniac costume. The head poked above the roof of the Corvette in such a way that immediately attracted the attention of tourists on a nearby tram that snaked along the roads. He could see the grinning visage of Colonel John Hannibal Smith within the open patch in the Adam's apple of the costume. He almost seemed to be totally enthralled with the fact that they were being chased.

"Sam, what are you doing?"

The sound of Al's almost grovelley voice almost caused him to jump, and redoubled his focus on what was going on. Sam couldn't turn back or ask his holographic partner why he said what he did. But it didn't take a rocket scientist to see why, either. On the other end of the street he could see the front grill of a green sedan that was barreling toward them at a high rate of speed. If one of them didn't change direction soon, they were going to have a major head on collision.

"Sam, they're heading right for you! Turn, damn it! This isn't a time to play chicken," Al emphasized. He was almost beside himself with how Sam kept driving toward the car on the other end of the street, almost as if he had a death wish. He was glued and couldn't turn away, yet every instinct was for him to hold a hand up to cover his eyes and shield him from seeing the carnage.

The green sedan had nowhere to go. If it turned to the left or the right, the vehicle would end up crashing through the facades of the buildings that lined Phoenix Place. If that happened, then the studio crew would have to rebuild the set, which would likely set back the filming of some movies and TV shows by months, not to mention thousands of dollars for construction.

Sam turned the wheel of the Corvette hard to the left, sending the car down Wall Street at a high rate of speed. The back end of the car fish tailed before he was able to again bring it under control. He glanced over and he could see the face of the Colonel, who was grinning wildly with a sparkle in his eyes. It was very clear that he was enjoying this game of cat and mouse.

As his green eyes glanced looked beyond the costume of the Aquamaniac, he could see another green sedan approaching from the west on New York Avenue. He barreled through the intersection, which lined with buildings that made the whole square look like it was a normal business district within a small town. He continued to Royal Cres Drive, and what looked like a row of solid buildings. Again he yanked the steering wheel to the left and raced through the parking lot nearby for the crews until he ended up on James Stewart Avenue . . . and heading back toward the same area where the film was being shot just a short while ago.

As he glanced in the rear view mirror, he not only saw the two sedans falling in line with each other as they followed, but also two other sedans that took up position behind them in the chase. Plus when he saw the buildings he avoided by turning, he could see that they weren't actual buildings at all! They were just fake storefronts plastered on walls that were relatively thin compared to the rest of the sets around the square.

"C'mon, Sam," Al urged from the back seat of the Corvette as he punched a few buttons on the Handlink. A squeal could be heard from the colorful device as the Observer frowned. "You gotta shake these nozzles!"

"I'm trying," the time traveler muttered under his breath, responding to what his best friend had directed him to do. He was trying to already do that, but was having problems. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that he had someone else in the car with him and didn't think that he was overheard. If what Al said was true, they absolutely had to find some way to evade the MPs or they'd be locked away for the rest of their lives.

"What are you trying to do, kid?" Hannibal asked, turning slightly within the huge rubberized suit in order to glance at his Lieutenant. The Colonel relished the thrill of the chase, probably more than his men did, but he had never seen Face play a game of cat and mouse like this with the MP drivers . . . much less a game of chicken where he very nearly ran head on to the approaching army vehicles.

Sam glanced to Hannibal for a moment, realizing that he had overheard him muttering to Al. He frowned inwardly. If he hadn't been so focused on trying to lose the MPs, he would have been a lot more careful about how he responded to his holographic best friend. "I'm trying to lose them," Sam pointed out, trying to correct himself for his Commanding Officer. He hoped that his fast thinking with trying to recover from that muttering would ease the concerns of Colonel Smith. "Their drivers are good."

Hannibal's crystal blue eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement as he spotted what could be the thing that could allow them to escape from the MPs . . . at least long enough where he could do something that he never thought he'd ever have to do. He reached up slightly with the costume's clawed hand as he directed, "Get ahead of that tram before it reaches the lake," he ordered.

The moment the A-Team's leader mentioned it, Sam spotted the multi-car, open-air vehicle that provided transportation for visitors around the back lot of the studio. Each car bore several rows of seats, and green sides with doors to keep the visitors within while the vehicle was moving. Chrome bars extended from a couple of seat backs in a strategic placement, as to not block the view of the tourists, but still supported the green roof of each of the cars.

Gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter, the quantum physicist put the full force of his weight on the gas pedal. The well-tuned Corvette reacted instantly with a greater burst of speed as it raced toward the tram. He managed to pull along side of it, as he saw the reaction of those on board as they seemed to be thrilled by the fact that they were getting to see the Aquamaniac. A couple of kids tried to point at the aquatic scaly costume in awe, while many of the adults pulled out their cameras and were taking pictures as the car started to pass them.

Glancing into the rear view mirror, Sam's green eyes could see the olive green sedans belonging to the Military Police starting to form up into a line behind them, following along the same path. With how the cars weaved slightly, it was clear that there were at least six of them. If the timing was off, even by a fraction of a second . . .

He quickly put that out of his mind as he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes. Hannibal was waving one of the clawed hands of the Aquamaniac costume at those in the tram. His ice blue eyes were practically twinkling with laughter, and he had a huge grin on his face around the cigar that was stuffed between his teeth. He was clearly enjoying all of this, and the fact that he was playing to the crowd was proof of that.

Sam practically held his breath as he started to come within inches of pulling ahead of the tram. He could see the water start to recede from a path within the lake ahead of them, almost as if Moses himself was parting the Red Sea. He glanced in the rear view mirror and . . . the tram's front bumper! They had finally pulled ahead of it. He yanked hard on the steering wheel, causing the Corvette to swerve directly in front of the other vehicle and putting them in the path that the tram was following, forcing it to slow a bit to prevent a collision.

Returning his focus to the lake ahead of them, he could see that the water had indeed receded enough to create a path though the water. He felt the well-tuned vehicle descend on a ramp below the lake level, kicking up water on both sides of the vehicle as it cut through the narrow passageway. He noticed the water cascading over the fabricated walls on each side and creating a bit of a waterfall effect, but it almost seemed as if the water was threatening to spill over and re-fill the pathway with them still in the middle of it.

It took only a matter of seconds at the rate of speed they were going, but eventually the Corvette emerged on the other side of the lake. Sam turned the wheel and stomped on the brakes to bring the car to a screeching halt, with the nose of the vehicle aimed down the roadway that ran next to the lake in order to see the results. He could tell that Hannibal had angled slightly in the passenger seat in order to also get a better view, which caused the time traveler to lean forward slightly in order to peer around the scaly Aquamaniac costume.

The front bumper of the tram reached the ramp leading into the passageway . . . but the MP vehicles got there at the same exact time! The lead vehicle reacted too late and couldn't stop. Even though they tried to slam on their brakes, the olive green sedan vaulted into the air with a thundering roar and landed into the water. That sent a wave that sloshed over the retaining wall that created the passage, although the mechanism that parted the waters prevented the roadway from flooding.

A second vehicle swerved to avoid plunging into the lake. The tires screeched in protest before a loud crash could be heard. The first couple of cars of the tram rocked due to the MP vehicle plowing into it. The hood of the sedan dented, and steam began to waif from the engine. The two other green cars slammed into the back of that one, creating a chain collision, leaving only two vehicles that managed to slam on their brakes fast enough to avoid any kind of damage.

A small smattering of applause began to be heard, and rose to a crescendo as the tourists thought that what had just happened was an unexpected bonus on the tour . . . a chance for them to get in on the action, and ultimately see what it was like for stunt work to take place up close. Not only did they get a thrill by a close drive by with the Aquamaniac, but now this.

Al did a double take at first, almost as if he couldn't believe what he had just witnessed . . . what his best friend was able to do. Since Leaping around in time, he knew that Sam was able to quickly adapt and learn in almost any situation, so it didn't surprise him that he was able to pull that escape off. And if Sam happened to mind-merge with the Leapee . . . well . . . that was a whole other ballgame in and of itself. He saw it happen with Lee Harvey Oswald as well as Dr. Ruth. The Hologram let out a sigh of relief as he commented, "That was too close, Sam." That statement brought a glance from the Doctor that he immediately understood what it meant. He tapped a few buttons on the Handlink, which seemed to squeal in protest. "I'll just go check and make sure the MPs are okay," he announced, before pressing one final button on the Handlink and disappearing from view.

Hannibal's face lit up with a huge smile, as his crystal blue eyes sparkled within the opening of the green scaled costume. "I love it when a plan comes together," he stated with a light and jovial laugh. Just as the tourists on the tram enjoyed what took place, the Colonel also seemed to revel in the aftermath of what happened to the MP vehicles. He raised a claw and pointed in the direction of a peak within the backlot that bore what looked like an old wooden house. "Head up there, Face," he directed.

Sam spotted what the Commanding Officer was talking about. That spot provided a great vantage point that would allow them to see if the MPs managed to untangle themselves from the accident and took up pursuit again. It would give them an edge and hopefully plenty of time to escape should that happen. Shifting the Corvette into gear, he began to follow along James Stuart Avenue where it ran along the south end of Park Lake. He then turned to the left and started heading past Western Street toward the peak. Even though he still drove at a high rate of speed, the urgency from before wasn't there.

He let out the breath that he had been holding and began to relax as he drove toward the top of the hill. The road was winding, and took them past yet another lake within the back lot before he finally managed to turn onto Psycho Drive. It took them at least a good 5 minutes or so in order to cover the distance the highest point within the movie studio's back lot.

"Face, pull over," Hannibal directed once he saw that they were close enough. A scaly, clawed hand pointed at a little vista. He had been up here countless times with filming movies, and smiled a bit within the costumer as he recognized the crashed 747 set that was strewn across most of the peak. The fuselage of the plane had been broken up and spread out, and there was prop houses that looked like they were heavily damaged due to what would have been a crash. Next to that was the legendary house used in the movie Psycho. It stood tall above the peak and served as a popular tourist attraction. Up here, they had a great view over the whole studio property, which would give them a tactical advantage.

Obediently, Sam eased the well-tuned Corvette to the side of the road and shifted the vehicle into park. The spot where they stopped was next to a set of stairs that led up to the house used in the movie Psycho. The home itself had old, worn out, faded brown wooden siding with a couple of spots that looked like it could use some repair. The shingles that surrounded the attic and led up to the flat roof were only slightly darker, but still just as faded and worn as the siding was. The front porch looked a bit rickety, and all of the windows had curtains that were half or fully drawn, which only added to the eerie appearance of the movie home.

Hannibal reached with a clawed hand to try and open the door. He was able to do that, although getting out of the sports vehicle proved to be a bit challenging. In spite of that, he was still able to do so and lumbered over to the back of the vehicle. He reached for the trunk as he called out, "Give me a hand with this, will ya, Face? I stick out like a sore thumb with this thing on."

Shutting off the engine, Sam opened his car door and looked down the stairs. As he did so, he could see a one story structure at the bottom of the stairs. The building was L-shaped with a grey roof and beige walls. What stood out was the neon sign near the roadway that read "Bates Motel." He made his way to the rear of the vehicle and moved behind the Colonel. It took a bit, but he eventually found the zipper for the costume and pulled it down.

Once the zipper was undone, Hannibal pull the costume over his head, and then shimmy his way out of it. Underneath, he had been wearing a pair of swim trunks. He pulled out his normal clothes from the trunk of the Corvette and started to slip them on, including his trademark safari jacket. With dry clothes on, he folded up the wet costume and started to stuff it into the trunk of the car. At least with that thing off, he wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb, making it easier for them to be able to elude the MPs. As he did so, he carefully eyed Face, who was watching as he packed the costume into the trunk of the car before turning back to the front. Normally the fair-haired Lieutenant would have protested about the wet costume being put into the car, even in the trunk, but he never said a word.

He shut the trunk without trying to slam it, and then made his way back to the front of the Corvette. He slipped back into the passenger seat, and noted that the con artist had already gotten in on the driver's side. The car was still idling, and he could hear the engine purr softly almost like a kitten. He could hear the radio play softly, carrying the tunes from a local top 40 station. That was also something very unusual since he had never heard Face have the radio on in the car. It was at that moment that he looked at the person who he thought was the Faceman, almost as if trying to peer deep into his very soul. "Okay, kid," he stated firmly. "Want to tell me how you knew Decker was coming?"

Sam heard the question and shrugged his shoulders, trying to shift the topic of conversation of what had happened. "Lucky guess," he stated quickly. No sooner had the words left his mouth, he realized that it was not only a quick response, but it made him sound like he was a bit nervous . . . like he was testifying on the stand at a trial. He quickly decided to add an observation that he had made while Hannibal was filming one of the scenes, "I thought I saw one of the lighting crew act kind of suspicious."

"That would have been one hell of a guess. We didn't hear the sirens or even see their cars until we were peeling out of there," Hannibal noted, his tone barely hinting at the conflict that he felt. He wanted to believe his Second in Command . . . but what kept him skeptical was the fact that Face had hung around the movie studios enough to know all of the various titles of those who worked on the set. Hearing him call some of the staff lighting guys and not grips just furthered his resolve to try and uncover the truth. That, plus there was also the lack of protests when he was sitting in the wet Aquamaniac suit in the front seat of the Corvette, or even when he stuffed the wet costume into the trunk. His gaze intensified as he looked again at the con artist before reiterating in a stern tone, "You didn't answer my question, Lieutenant. How did you know that Decker was coming?"

Sam practically froze when he not only heard the question repeated, but also the use of the rank. That mean that the Colonel not only wanted answers, but there was likely going to be big trouble if he didn't get them. The tone of his voice suggested he was deadly serious. Damn it, where was Al when he needed him? He would have been able to help him talk his way out of this. Right now, he was on his own until the Holographic Observer returned, so he had to find a way to stall. "Hannibal, how could I have known? I didn't see or hear them before you did. I just had a very strong gut feeling . . ." he began, silently adding to himself, 'not to mention some futuristic help.'

Hannibal drew in a breath as he mentally contemplated how he was going to phrase this. He changed his tone and approach a bit, hoping that maybe taking the approach almost like a concerned, nurturing parent and a friend might work better than strictly being his Commanding Officer. After all, all of the members of the unit were like family to him, and he did kind of consider himself almost like their guardian, responsible for their well being and to try and keep them all safe. "Kid, I want to believe you. It's just that . . ." he started to say, trailing off a bit.

It didn't take seven doctorates to know exactly where he was going with this one. He jumped in to finish the sentence by noting, "I've been acting strangely, ever since yesterday in the van."

"And there was your visit to Murdock last night," Colonel Smith quickly added.

Dr. Beckett heard that revelation and was completely stunned. Hannibal knew? He knew that he had paid a visit to Murdock long after the rest of the team had dropped him off at the VA? "You knew about that?" he asked, his tone indicating just how shocked he was.

Hannibal's expression remained stoic, even though his voice softened a bit more to where he almost sounded like a loving father than a Commanding Officer. "Of course I knew," he echoed. His crystal blue eyes showed just how much he had been concerned for the young man. "I was worried about you, so I followed you just to make sure you were okay. You almost got nailed by Decker last night at the VA. If he hadn't spotted BA's van, you would have been on the first flight to Leavenworth."

The visit to Murdock was necessary, otherwise he would have found out where Face lived, much less returned to the penthouse for a decent night's sleep . . . or at least as decent as one could get when sleeping in a stranger's bed. That's if the bed was even Face's in the first place. Considering what the Colonel said about Decker, he figured that it would be best if he didn't mention his own narrow escape from General Fulbright. "Hannibal, I . . ." he trailed off, not quite knowing what to say.

The Observer popped into view directly behind Hannibal, immediately drawing the gaze of the time traveler to that very spot. He had to try hard to keep from flinching in surprise, otherwise it would have likely raised further suspicion. It was bad enough as it was already that Al could practically appear out of nowhere like a ghost and scare the heebie jeebies out of him. "Sam, you'll be glad to know that none of the MPs were injured in that crash. They're working on untangling the cars right now," he mentioned, waiving his cigar around slightly in his right hand.

"Just be straight with me, kid. What's really going on with you?" John Smith asked, the concern for the young Lieutenant blatantly obvious. Face had way of getting into trouble before, especially when his cons went horribly wrong, which resulted in all of them having to take some extraordinary measures to get out of the mess that was created. One of the more notable instances he remembered was when Face was trying to book Cowboy George and instead ended up getting notable pop band Boy George and the Culture Club instead.

Al's dark brown eyes grew almost as large as saucers as he heard Hannibal's question. He figured that the A-Team's leader would have been a bit suspicious of Sam, but to outright ask him this early in the Leap? That could definitely spell trouble with a capital T! Although it was proven that Sam didn't need to always convince those around him that he was who he had Leapt into, it often worked out for the better if he kept the truth to himself about his identity. Who knows what would happen if someone, who wasn't prepared to learn the truth, found out that a friend, relative, neighbor, or someone they trusted was replaced by someone else, but still looked like the person they knew. He waved both of his hands, smoke trailing from his cigar in his right hand and the colorful Handlink in the other as he said emphatically, "No, Sam! Don't tell him anything!"

Sam heard Al's protests, fully aware that his best friend knew him all too well. He had been actually contemplating if he should tell Colonel Smith the truth. It might make it easier for him to operate if he could somehow convince Hannibal to believe in what he had to say, rather than trying to essentially keep lying about who he really was. Sure, there was Murdock, but the pilot couldn't be there 24/7 to help him. He also had to keep up his cover so nobody would suspect that he wasn't truly insane and didn't need to be housed at the VA. With how intuitive Hannibal was, Sam had a feeling that the Commanding Officer would be able to tell if he . . . or Face . . . was lying.

He was about to open his mouth to answer when a song came over the radio that drew Sam's full attention. He had completely forgotten that the radio was on and the car was idling. His swiss cheesed memory kept him from recalling if he had heard the song before, but somehow it captivated him. It was almost as if God, Fate or Time was playing a cruel joke on him by having the radio station air, at that exact moment, "Back in Time" by Huey Lewis and the News. That tune, which was used during the credits of the Back to the Future movie, seemed to echo Sam's own journey, bouncing around in time and trying to fix history for the better.

"Earth to Face," Hannibal began to say. He had never known Templeton Peck to act like this before, which prompted him to encourage, "Come on, Lieutenant. Don't zone out on me like Murdock does with the doctors at he VA." He knew that Murdock acting that way with the doctors was one of the many tactics that he used in order to keep them guessing and not fully ascertain his level of sanity. Truthfully, frustration over the answers he was getting, or rather not getting, was beginning to eat at him.

A loud, almost sickening squeal blared from the Handlink. Al glanced at the information on the device he held within his left hand, and then smacked the side of the unit with his right. "Uh oh, Sam. Looks like Decker and his band of misfits got themselves untangled from that wreckage" he revealed firmly.

Hearing that warning prompted Sam to smile inwardly. He now knew how he could regain the Colonel's trust for the moment by using the situation to his advantage. He just hoped that this would work the way he hoped it would. He drew in a deep breath and shifted in the driver's seat a bit as he looked to the Commanding Officer. "Hannibal," he started to say. "Did you ever wish you could travel in time?"

Al's eyes widened when he heard what Sam had just asked the Colonel. Still holding the Zino cigar between his fingers, he brought a hand up to his forehead incredulously. He knew that Sam could be incredibly stubborn when his instincts told him he was right about something, but this was crazier than Murdock. What was he doing? A terse squeal from the Handlink drew his attention as he lowered his hand. He tapped one of the colorful buttons and drew in a sharp bread after reading what was on the display. "Sam, you've got to get out of here! Ziggy says that Decker will be here in 2 minutes and 45 seconds," he revealed urgently.

Hannibal was taken aback by the question. He hadn't expected Face to ask him something like that. He hesitated, although he internally wondered if Fae was deliberately trying to change the topic. "Sometimes," he admitted, not entirely sure where the Lieutenant was going with this. He just hoped that it wasn't about to be swept up as part of a con.

Inwardly, the time traveler smiled realizing he might have just struck a nerve. With the line of questioning, it was very apparent that the Commanding officer had grown suspicious of him . . . or rather of Templeton Peck. If he had any hope of successfully accomplishing what Ziggy had projected for this Leap, he had to rebuild the Colonel's trust, and the idea he had might just work. Not hesitating, he persisted, "If you could, where would you go and what would you do?"

"Saaaaaaam!" Al cried out, trying to keep his best friend from making history even worse. He glanced at the Handlink, which again squealed in protest and frowned. "You don't have time for this!"

"Well . . ." John Smith hesitated, not expecting that he would have been asked that question. It was honestly a question that any leader throughout time pondered . . . how would history remember them? What would their legacy be after they were gone? In a way, it created a fascination with time travel . . . a secret fantasy of his own that he had not admitted to the others. "I'd probably go back to when I was a kid so I could see my parents again. I'd love to go into the future to find out if we ever get pardoned, and just to see how history remembers us." He paused and then added, "More importantly, I'd probably go back right before Morrison signed off on the orders to rob the bank of Hanoi and tell myself to keep the signed copy of those orders on me the entire time, even though it would go against standard operating procedure, just so we wouldn't be on the run."

Sam almost felt like he hit the jackpot right there. He hadn't expected that revelation from the A-Team's Commanding Officer, yet it was exactly what he was hoping for. But that statement also showed him just how strong the bond between these men were, and how much Hannibal tried to look out for all of them. It showed that he was more than just their Commanding Officer, but he looked at himself as a friend and even a father figure . . . someone that felt responsible for all of them. "But if you had the orders, we wouldn't have been put in the stockade or be together right now," Sam pointed out.

Hannibal nodded slightly as he acknowledged what the young Lieutenant had just said. He drew in a breath and then stated, "You've got a point there, kid, but what does that have to do with how strange you've been acting lately?" They had gotten way off topic, and he wanted to get back to trying to find out the truth. He had to in order to try and find out why the con artist wasn't coming across like his usual self. There was no way he was going to let any amount of conniving or swindling get him to drop the subject, especially not when he needed answers.

The colorful Handlink squawked loudly, and the Observer gave it a strong slap along the right side. Al looked intensely at the information displayed on the device, his brown eyes widening with what he just read. "Sam, you've got to leave now!" he insisted with his grovelly tone. "Decker is almost here! Ziggy says you've got less than a minute to get the hell out of dodge or you're going to end up wearing a fancy pair of bracelets and finding yourself on the first flight to Leavenworth!"

Hearing Al's warning, Sam decided to integrate that into his conversation with the Colonel. He looked into the crystal blue eyes, his own gaze intense as he stated firmly and seriously and proposed, "What if I told you that, ever since what happened in the van, I could see into the future."

"Then I'd say that you would need to see Murdock's shrink more than Murdock.," the Aquamaniac actor scoffed, not wanting to belief it for a minute. This was adding up to be one huge shell game, and he wasn't liking being the one scammed in the elaborate plot that the Lieutenant was cooking up. He shifted his weight a bit to look more directly at the Lieutenant, who sat on the driver's side of the vehicle, and then added in serious tone, "You've got great instincts, Face, but I know you're not psychic."

Al started waving his arms, hoping to get Sam's attention. He had to get his best friend to act, now, otherwise Hannibal would still die an early death due to incarceration, not the bullet that had his name on it, and the rest of the A-Team would be imprisoned as well. "Come on, Sam! You don't have time! The MPs are going to be here any second!" he urged. He then practically yelled, "You've got to get out of here . . . NOW!"

Drawing in a breath, Sam reiterated what the Observer just told him for the Colonel's benefit, "Decker and the MPs are going to be here any second."

"Face, are you absolutely sure? We lost them back there at Park Lake, and nobody's followed us through the backlot for the last five miles, much less up here by the Psycho House . . ." Hannibal began. His protest was cut short as he heard the faint wail of sirens in the distance that were slowly growing louder. He looked past Face, and sure enough he could spot the remaining green MP sedans speeding along the roadway and heading in their direction. He then looked at his Second in Command incredulously, hardly able to believe what he had just heard and witnessed. Somehow the kid knew that the MPs were on their way before he even heard the sirens. Maybe there was something to this future thing as he said. He still found it very hard to believe, but after hearing the MPs close in on them just as Face said, there was still a chance that this wasn't a con after all.

The engine of the Corvette roared to life as Sam twisted the key in the ignition. He didn't say anything to Hannibal, but instead turned and focused their need to escape before the MPs could cut them off. The last thing he needed was another close call like they had earlier today, or like what he had last night. Shifting the sports car into gear, he pressed hard on the accelerator, the tires of the well-tuned machine smoking for a bit before they gained enough traction for the two A-Team members to speed away . . .