Authors' Note: Decided to toss up the next chapter early, I was going to do it tomorrow buuut considering the nature of the last chapter I thought I'd give you this one. :) Now for a quick reply to an anon reader.

Garine: Hahaha, I love that. Though He'll probably let Murdock have it.

About an hour or so later B.A. returned looking weary and became even more so when he noticed the absence of Face and Sosa, "Everythin' okay here?" He looked around as he settled on the sofa as he had been before, "It's all quiet at the Center, but I got some info. Apparently the bbq is being put on by a quote mysterious benefactor. How lame of a cover is that?"

"Mysterious benefactor. Like we've never heard that one before." Hannibal said with a wry expression, settling down again with his cigar. "And Face isn't back yet?"

"He's still on the roof, boss-man." Murdock said, hanging his upper body out of the window and looking upward. "Yup, I can see him sulking."

She woke startled not remembering where she was at first, but then it came back and she slowly made her way up the hall back into the living room area where they rest were, "Hey B.A. hows things at the Center?"

B.A. glanced up and looked at Sosa, he had definitely missed something alright, it was written in her face and she kinda looked like maybe she'd start crying or had been, "Suspicious." Was all he said.

She nodded slowly, "Sounds like fun." She noticed Face still wasn't back yet, but knew it was probably best to just let him have his space this time.

"I'm gonna go get Faceman." Murdock began to climb out the window and up the side of the buildling.

Hannibal rose, cool and calm, stuck his head out the window, and called out "Murdock, you were Spiderman last week. This week you said you had to be something different."

"… Crazy fool, get back in here!" B.A. was up off the sofa and next to Hannibal in a second, "Yer gonna fall."

If something happened to Murdock that would be it, she moved forward as well and looked up out of the window, shaking her head, "What in the hell do you think you're doing Murdock?" She called after him as well, not liking the idea of him climbing up a tall building without some sort of safety device. She was beginning to feel a headache coming on.

Murdock, somewhat miffed, had climbed back inside by now and was dusting himself off. "I can so be Spiderman more than one week." he protested, as he hurried out and towards the door to fetch Face the old-fashioned way: roof stairs.

B.A. just shook his head, "I think he was bitten by a radioactive spider, but it infected him with crazy."

Charissa had to chuckle at that, "You've got to give him points for his bravery though." She folded her arms tightly and hoped Murdock could make things alright so they could get on with what they needed to and teach Lynch a lesson he'd probably never forget.

Face and Murdock returned to the apartment a few minutes later, Face slightly pale but otherwise all right. Murdock seemed to be all smiles as he sat down on the carpet next to Hannibal and began to doodle in the shag rug.

She looked at him, "You okay?" She asked quietly, cautiously having moved closer to him, placing a hand lightly on his arm as if to say on her end they were okay. She hoped it was the way on his end too, but something told her to just tread carefully from here on out.

B.A. watched them for a second, but turned his attention to Hannibal, "So are we gonna go with the plan all y'all were discussing before I left?"

Hannibal nodded. "Yup. We're going to show up right when he expects it. But not where. He'll have agents above and behind and below...but they'll be looking for the A-Team, not a bunch of performers for the kids at the BBQ."

Charissa arched a brow, "Performers?" This was interesting… and a little alarming.

"Oh no." B.A. was shaking his head, "That means we gotta dress up in some funky weird costumes don't it." He hated dressing up, that was Hannibal's thing and plus he usually ended up in the worst costume possible, "I'm pickin' my costume this time. I refuse to look like a damn banana or worse!"

"Banana?" Charissa covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing.

"It's not funny!"

"But you fill out the banana suit so well!" Murdock jumped to his feet and put his arms out. "It's Peanut-Butter-Jelly-Time!" he began to dance.

The Sergeant facepalmed and let his hand drag down his face slowly, "Knock it off." The things he put up with.

Charissa was amused, but the only problem was that damned song was hard to get out of one's head, "Murdock, you're going to get that stuck in my head and it'll take an act of God to get it out again."

Murdock sat down again with a pout.

"All right, but I refuse to be the sword swallower again." Face said, crossing his arms. "I nearly choked last time."

Charissa coughed, "Sword swallower?" She couldn't help herself, "Kinky."

"Me either, that's dangerous and crazy…" He looked at Murdock, "Right up yer alley Crazy Man." He said with a grin, "I'll be the strong man or somethin'." He said with a nod, "I can lift all y'all up." He motioned to Charissa, "Come here."

"Why?" She gave him a weird look.

"Just trust me. I won't hurt ya, he'll kill me if I do." He thumbed at Face, "Now come here." He said.

Cautiously Charissa moved closer to B.A. and let out a small yelp as the large black man lifted her like she was nothing and proceeded to raise her up and down above his head like she was a set of weights, "Okay okay point made put me down now. Please."

Laughing, B.A. slowly put her down, "That's my act right there." He said pleased with himself.

Face rolled his eyes with a grin. "Fine, you can be the strong man. But that means you have to wear a leapord-skin and have a handlebar mustache."

Murdock roared with laughter at the mental image. "Oooh bossman bossman! Can I be one too?"

"What are you talking about, Murdock? You're the Human Cannonball!"

"Damnit." He thought he had it all worked out, " Why do I always get the raw end?" He muttered and plopped down on the sofa with a pout.

Charissa was adjusting her clothing now that she was back on the ground, "… please tell me I get to dress like a normal person?" She asked hopefully, but had a feeling she wasn't going to like what she'd end up as either, "And where are you going to get the costumes?"

Face grinned at her. "Do you know who Zatanna is?"

Murdock was busy jabbering away about being fired from an actual cannon and how exciting it was going to be, while Hannibal attempted to calm him and tell him that it was all a show, only part of the plan.

She made a small face, "As in the comic book chic that wears fishnet stockings, fuck me boots, and the whole tuxedo top deal?" She arched a brow at him, indeed she did know… she had been around enough men in her life to know most of her comic book characters, "Oh and a top hat."

B.A. chuckled, "Maybe I'm not getting the worst deal in this after all."

"That's the one." Face nodded in agreement, grinning from ear to ear.

Even Hannibal had to raise an eyebrow and cough a little. "Well, we need someone to be the circus master." Hannibal pointed out. "And it can't be me - I'm the lion tamer."

"Where are we going to get a lion on such short notice?" Face asked. Then he groaned. "Oh...no...I shouldn't have asked…"

"Goodie." Charissa shook her head slowly, "You're making me do this for your own purposes I know you are." She'd get even, "And what are you going to do?" Her eyes shifted to Hannibal, "Wait I got it, he can be our acrobat." Her eyes trailed over Face slowly, "That way B.A. won't be the only one in a leotard." She said with mischievous grin.

"I am not wearing a leotard."

"Yes, you are."

"Hannibal - !"

Hannibal gave him a stern look. "This is what you get for storming off to the roof and not giving me more input earlier."

Charissa smirked triumphantly, "It's only fair." She agreed with Hannibal, though this part of the plan hadn't been discussed at all, the Colonel had just brought it out now.

"Well we better get to work. Hannibal do we need to go raid one of the costume departments?" B.A. stood and stretched, no longer pouting instead he kept snickering about Faceman having to be in something skin tight having all the ladies ogling him.

"Yes, since Face will be getting us a lion."

"A lion! In downtown Los Angeles! With people who aren't actually trained to handle lions!" Face protested. "That's going to piss off the Animal Rights activists..."

"Face, we don't need an actual lion. We just need a lion's cage. Preferably used, smelling of lion. Covered. With some recordings." Hannibal pointed out. "We can use the cage to catch Lynch."

B.A. headed for the door, "Good luck Faceman, yer gonna need it." He said laughing, completely amused, "Come on Boss." He was holding the elevator open for his superior.

Charissa chuckled lightly, "I'll help you." She promised, "You can probably find the sounds on the internet." She suggested, having completely forgot that her and Murdock had tampered with his laptop earlier.

Yay! A happier chapter finally. We're getting to the good stuff here soon, it'll be amusing.

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