A-TEAM! hell yes! I've been working on this for a while so please reveiw and im a quick adder so another chapter should but up in about three minutes.
and i'm only gonna say this once but i don't ow nthese people except for Holly, Blakely, Levi and the russians.
The Prison was silent as the rain fell onto its stone walls. Its inmates were sleeping or at least pretending to sleep.
All save one.
Ex-Colonel John "Hannibal" Smith was sitting up staring out his window muttering to himself.
"Those two better get here quick." He mumbled his voice deep and gruff.
A pair of headlights shone briefly through the rain and he smiled.
"Took them long enough." He kicked out one of the bricks he had been working out for several months. It gave way and revealed a hole in the wall. He wiggled through and ran forward through the dark night. When he reached the woods the searchlights turned on and began to sweep over the barracks, as they did every night at midnight. He crouched on the ground as it swept over his hiding place. He kept still. Once its bright light had passed he ran deeper into the woods his graying hair sleeked back to his head with the rain his blue eyes alert.
"Over here." A soft voice whispered from his left. He turned and came face to face with a small bread truck.
"This is the best you could do?" he asked standing to his full six foot three height. Shaking his head he jogged over and got into the shot gun seat. A thin muscled young man with scraggly brown hair smiled back at him form the back while a muscled African American man with a Mohawk nodded at him.
"Hey Hannibal." The black man plowed through the underbrush with his lights off.
"B.A." he nodded a smile coming across his face. "Face, how is it back there?"
"Pretty good." Templeton "Face" Peck smiled and then gripped his seat as Bosco "B.A." Baracus took a hard left. "Jesus!"
"You got a problem with my drivin'?" B.A. looked back in the rearview mirror and took a right onto the highway.
"Actually…" he started his teal eyes mischievous.
"Fool" he said. "I don't care."
"Easy." Hannibal said chuckling to himself next to him, pulling out a cigar. "Make the next right."
"We going to get Murdock?" Face asked from the back poking his head between the seats, an annoying habit.
"Of course." He nodded and smiled as the airport came into view.
"Hell no." B.A. muttered to himself, due to his fear of flying, but he turned in and parked the car anyway. "This better on hell of a flight."
The trio stepped out of their flight with forged passports on German soil. Hannibal walked forward and "rented" a car for the three, soon to be four, of them.
"How are we going to break him out this time?" B.A. asked, beneath his hatred for the man they loved each other.
"We'll talk to some people." Hannibal looked back at Face with a wink. He rolled his eyes and got out once they reached the psychiatric prison.
"Give me twenty minutes." He left waltzing off into the prison where the last time they were there, they blew out a wall.
H.M. "Howling Mad" Murdock sat in his chair quietly. But the thing was he was sitting with his feet on the head rest and his head on the foot rest. His thin beanie, a dark shade of blue with a small helicopter over an Army Ranger insignia on it bought for him by an old girlfriend, sat on top of his long-ish brown hair his bright green eyes flitted from underneath the small visor, looking person to person. He sighed and sat himself upright, feeling the blood rush to the other parts of his body. He looked at his feet for a minute when a commotion started in the hall. He stood and rushed over to the window. He quickly assessed the scene. A grin found its way onto his face and he opened the door.
Face was yelling at a doctor in a Russian accent.
"I'm sorry for any problems." He spat. "Zat Zis might cause but he's my patient now!"
"Sir he can't be…" the doctor tried to counter but Face raised a hand and waved it towards Murdock.
"He's coming wiz me now." Face took Murdock by the wrist and took him down the hall and through the front doors.
"Welcome Back Murdock. "He let go of his wrist and put a hand gently against his back pushing him forward. "Come on the boys are waiting."
"Why is it that I'm always the last one out?" he asked, his accent stronger than ever, looking back at Face and removing his hat letting his hair fall back to his head in a wreck.
"I don't know." He started looking over at him with an eyebrow raised. "Maybe because you are always in a nuthouse?"
Murdock smiled and saw B.A. and Hannibal in the car. Hannibal laughed as they approached and B.A. allowed himself a small smile.
"Hey Boss man." he slid into the back seat next to Face as B.A. took off out of there. His smile slowly faded as he fiddled with his hat in his lap. Face looked at him an eyebrow raised. They got onto the freeway and he adjusted himself looking out the window, eyes glazing over.
"What's up Captain?" Hannibal asked first. He looked up and blinked.
"What?" he asked clearing his throat. He looked at the three sets of eyes looking at him with varying degrees of concern and confusion. "What? Is something wrong with my hair?"
"No." B.A. turned his eyes back to the road. "You're just quiet."
"I was thinkin'." He said looking back at the beanie in his lap. Face opened his mouth, to no doubt make a sarcastic remark but thought better of it.
"About what?" He asked instead as Hannibal turned around fully his eyebrows knotting together. His graying hair was slightly mused and his blue eyes blinked at his team mate.
"An old friend of mine." He sighed and looked up his eyes clear and tears were forming on the edges. "She passed away recently."
"I'm sorry Murdock." Face put a hand on his shoulder and he looked over, his eyes sad and his face tired. "Did she mean a lot to you?"
"Yeah." He said smiling like he just realized something. "Yeah she did. But it makes you think ya' know?"
"Not really." Face said. Murdock laughed and shook his head.
"So how we gettin' home this time?" he asked Hannibal as he turned back around.
"Well…" he started when a phone rang. He turned eyebrows furrowed as Face pulled out a cell phone and answered.
"Hello?" he asked eyebrows furrowed as well. "Wait what? … really? Holy shit…..okay thanks for letting me know." He hung up a distracted look on his face.
"What's up Face?" Murdock asked snapping his seat belt looking more like himself.
"Charissa Sosa." He started. "Just had an attempt on her life."
Silence fell and they all looked back at him.
"Is she okay?" Hannibal asked concerned for the girl who helped them all escape.
"She's in critical condition in a hospital in Idaho." He looked through their files and airplane tickets. "Could we go and see if she's alright?"
"Sure." B.A. said sarcastically. "Let's go in another plane. It'll be great"
Laughter ensued. Well all but Murdock who was looking out the window.
"Okay something's really wrong." Face said finally after several more minutes of silence. "Who was this chick?"
"Her name was Holly." He said looking back at him beanie in hand. "And she was my fiancée before I joined up. We never did marry because I didn't really go home…"
"You were going to get married?" B.A. asked awestruck.
He just nodded. "She was beautiful. Long black hair green eyes and really pale. Nicest person you would ever meet."
"I'm sorry man." Face said again.
"It's okay." He smiled and laughed. "Hell, she said that she was going to die before me anyway. She was a fortune teller."
"There's the hitch." B.A. muttered under his breath has Hannibal chuckled beside him.
"Then again." He thought for a second. "She also said she would have a daughter named Blakely. But that never happened."
"You sure?" Hannibal asked. "People tend to remember things like that."
"Last I heard." He shrugged his lopsided grin on again looking somewhat forced. Hannibal sensed that something else was up, he wasn't entirely sure "She died old and alone with five million cats."
"Five million?" Face burst out laughing as they pulled into the Rental car lot.