A/N: Well, chapter 1. I just watched District 9 and I could NOT stop picturing Sharlto as Wikus rather an Murdock! Goodness, that kinda makes things different haha. I doubt I'll ever see Murdock as the same again, is that good or bad? :) Oh well, enjoy chapter 1!

I do not own the A-Team! :(

"Boss I don't believe this was in the job description when I last looked!" A mid-air Face snapped through into his ear piece. He looked around, everything was upside down...or rather he was upside down.

"Hang on kid, we're coming for you," Hannibal's defiant voice tried to assure him. Face harrumphed and glanced upwards.

He was hanging off the side of the one hundred and thirty story building, his left ankle caught up in the rope that had been tied to the roof in case he slipped. Which he had. His body hung, just a whisper from the side of the building, the only lights the ones of large spotlights waving back and forth in the dark night. The power generator cast an eerie electric glow on the surrounding area. The blood was rushing sickly to Face's head, making it pound painfully and he wondered how long he had before he blacked out.

Tired of keeping his arms at his side, he let them drop past his head and let out a long groan. "I did not sign up for this." He grumbled to himself, and Hannibal's voice in his ear made him start. "Calm down, Face. You'll be fine. Look out."

Grudgingly, Face looked across the sky and saw the lights of a helicopter coming for him, the sound of the rotors strong as the wind. Face crossed his arms, glaring, as the ear piece picked up on Murdock's laughter.

"Hey, how's it hangin', Facey?" The Captain snorted, tilting the copter to get to Face and brought it to a mid-air stop.

Face let his arms fall again as Murdock opened the back door and slid his foot to the very edge carefully with a long knife in his hands. "I don't want to hear it right now, Murdock." He eyed the knife in his friend's hand and swallowed. "You sure this is a good idea?"

"Shut off," Murdock rolled his eyes, bringing the blade to the rope just above Face's ankle. "I know what I'm doin'."

"I'm sure, but I don't really want to fall to me de- AAAHHH!" Face felt his body falling as the rope was sliced apart. He didn't go anywhere. Peeking through his tightly closed eyes, Face saw Murdock hanging halfway out of the helicopter on his stomach, his hand gripping Face's ankle tightly. His maniac grin was in place as he looked down at Face through bright eyes.

Face let out a nervous chuckle as the pilot pulled him into the helicopter. They sat across from each other, Murdock's hand on Face's shoulder as the blood left his pounding head. "Thanks, buddy." Face breathed, putting his hand on Murdock's arm and smiling. Murdock nodded once, helping Face to his feet and jumping back into the Pilot's seat. Face took Co-Pilot and they both slid a headset onto their heads. "Bossman, this is Captain," Murdock said into his, still grinning. "I've got the bait. Reel us back in on your mark, Captain out."

Hannibal's voice told them to head on back and Murdock flew them right outside the generator. Face goggled up at it for the second time as he got out, walking in step with Murdock to their boss. "Where's the badies?" He asked Hannibal. The older man nodded his head over his shoulder. "B.A.'s tying them up." He chuckled and said to Murdock, "Do you have the charges?"

Murdock nodded eagerly. "Oh yeah! I'm ready to blow this sucker!"

"Good. Let's move."

Hannibal stomped his cigar out and led the way around the buzzing generator. They kept away from the spotlights, knowing there were stragglers around and they didn't want any more big confrontations. A movement in the opposite shadows made them freeze but it was only Bosco. He crept up along beside Hannibal and the team edged to the entrance.

Once there, Murdock dusted off his hands, sheathed in green gloves with the fingers cut off to the knuckles and reached for the charges under his jacket. "C'mon, Face! Let's blow this joint."

The conman half-smiled, shaking his head and followed Murdock through the doors. Hannibal signaled for B.A. to stay put and slipped away around the next turn.

This close, the generator seemed dangerously lethal as huge waves of electricity shot up it's body every few seconds, casting a purple glow in it's wake. Murdock's eyes ran up the length with amazement. It was huge.

Face turned to Murdock. "Aright, let's get this done. I'm getting hungry and you're steaks sound really good right now."

Murdock nodded, tearing his gaze away and holding up the charges. "I think we shou-'

Someone outside the door yelled in shock and there was a big thump. "Bosco?" Face called. No one replied. "That's not good."

Murdock's mouth opened to speak when a man was suddenly sprinting in through the doors, his face covered with a black ski mask. A straggler that had located them. Face, slipping close to the generator, held his hands out and Murdock chucked the charges. As Face caught them with ease, Murdock turned and the man crashed right into him, bringing his arms up and sending Murdock airborne.

Face looked up in time to see Murdock flying through the air right to the generator.

"MURDOCK!" Face cried, throwing the charges aside and punching the man square in the jaw right as Murdock hit the waves. His body went straight into convulsions, bucking around as he slowly slid down the side.

Face dove for the charges, tears running down his cheeks and blurring his vision. He began yelling for someone, anyone. Murdock's eyes were wide open but unseeing. His mouth hung gaping.

He finally hit the ground, slumping face first onto the hard ground and Face was at his side immediately, reaching out to touch Murdock but feeling a sharp shock in his finger and yanking back, cursing loudly. He could hear feet behind him, the intake of breath, a low string of swears. Murdock's back was fried, his hair smoking. His fingers were twitching and Face bit his lip until he tasted blood on his tongue and softly spoke Murdock's name.

No response.

"Face..." Hannibal's voice had a choked sound to it. "There's no was, Face...He couldn't have..." Face looked up to see his CO shaking his head, squeezing his eyes shut before looking around and meeting eyes with B.A. at the door, rubbing the back of his head. "We need to go." He said to them.

Face's eyes rolled down to Murdock's smoking body. He knew Hannibal was right. "We're taking him with us."

Hannibal didn't argue. He only gave B.A. a look and headed for the door. B.A. watched him pass and looked to Face, slowly going to meet him. "Can we touch him?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

Nodding, Face stooped and gently tapped Murdock's arm. He received no shock and got a good grip on his shoulders. B.A. took his legs and they lifted him, carrying him out the door and to the van. Hannibal met them there, helping them get Murdock in the back and when they closed the door, Face felt something being slipped into his hands. He looked first at Hannibal's look of grim determination and then at the charges.

"We still have a job to finish, kid," He told him. "We'll go as soon as you light this."

Face decided it was not worth it to put up a fight and ran back, using what little energy he had left, he planted the charges, set the timer and ran. They met him and he jumped in the van, it sped off, the explosion behind them.