"Boxed In"
"Boxed In"
By Ross7
Murdock moved from one of his bound buddies to the next, slicing and dicing the cords that had been keeping them captive.
The A-Team's client's pretty, young daughter pulled the ropes from her wrists and listened, in stunned silence, as Hannibal laid out his 'back up' plan, for freeing her from her kidnappers.
"When Fedrizzi finds out we've escaped with the girl, he's gonna blow a gasket. He's gonna have his men looking everywhere for us…everywhere but here. You see, I figure that he'll figure we would want to get just as far away from this place as we possibly can. A-and, that's why we're going to stay right here…and hide in his house." Hannibal completely ignored the pained expressions on the faces of his companions, and flashed them all a broad, and confident, grin.
"Where yah goin', man?" B.A. wondered, as the Team's Commander suddenly began striding from the room.
"I'm going to take one of Fedrizzi's cars for a drive, ditch it and then double back," Hannibal quietly called back over his shoulder. "In the meantime, it's a big house. So, everyone find a comfortable place to hide."
"Your Colonel Smith thinks a bit 'outside the box', doesn't he," Miss Atherton remarked, as Templeton Peck took her by the elbow and began escorting her off.
Face was forced to smile at the little lady's understatement. "We don't believe he's capable of thinking 'inside the box'."
"Yeah," Murdock concurred. "Yah see, Hannibal's brain works on a whole nother level. His synapses have their own unique firing sequence."
"It's jes' the jazz, man!" Baracus quickly corrected. "It's jes' the jazz!"