Murdock was able to find a secluded place to land that was about two miles away from the main road and he took the Huey down. Jean gazed out of the window and saw everything suddenly get much larger again as they came closer to the ground. When the chopper finally landed, the rotary blades slowed down and finally died and all movement came to an end.

"You know," Murdock said as he took off his headset, "For a first flight you did great, lot better than B.A. ever did."

Jean flashed a small smile and told him, "I don't come from a family of screamers."

Murdock laughed as he opened the door and climbed out of the cockpit, then went over to help her out.

"You were fantastic," he told her, "I ought to take you flying with me more often, it's not every passenger I get who knows the words to 'Snoopy vs. the Red Baron'."

"Hey Murdock," Jean said, "Since the others won't be getting here for a while, there's something I wanted to ask you."

"What's that?"

"Smith was your colonel in the war, right?"

"Yep."

"Is that why he's the leader?" Jean asked.

"Well he was the leader back in 'Nam so it only made sense he would be now also," he told her.

"And you're the captain, right?"

"That's true also."

"So that means if anything ever happens to Smith, you take over as the leader of the A-Team, is that it?" Jean asked.

Murdock looked like his brain had just short circuited, but he quickly recovered and said, "Oh nothing's ever going to happen to Hannibal, he's too smart to let something happen to him."

"You mean there's never been a time on a mission when he was caught or otherwise taken out of commission?"

"Well sure there have been a few times when he was captured but we always got in there and got him out quickly," Murdock explained.

"Acting under your orders, right?"

"Oh sometimes, usually though it's Face that takes over if Hannibal's not around."

"Why Peck?" Jean asked, "He's only a Lieutenant, that's below Captain, right?"

"Well it's not about that," he told her, "It just a matter of who has a plan at the time."

"So rank doesn't have anything to do with it?" she asked.

Murdock shook his head, "Not a thing, just titles and formalities, but we're not so formal with the formalities."

"Go figure," she said.

As they neared the main road, Murdock could see a set of headlights coming their way and recognized the front of the van, "Hey here they come!"

And apparently they saw him as well, the van turned off the road and came to a stop, and everybody got out.

"Well Murdock, what's the verdict?" Hannibal asked.

"It's weird, Colonel, that's about all I can say," he answered, "And you know what it takes for something to be weird to me."

"We went over both checkpoints," Jean told him, "First one's got a couple of guys with guns and a couple of roadblocks in the middle of a dirt road that takes a detour away from civilization, okay, nothing too suspicious there, looks like border security."

"Yeah and the next one looks like the heart of Saigon," Murdock added, "There's about 50 men there in camouflage with machine guns and assault rifles and jeeps out in the middle of nowhere, they seem to all be waiting around for something."

"Well that couldn't have been good when they saw the chopper," Face commented.

"I told you before it ain't got any numbers on it because it was painted black," Jean said, "And apparently that's something in our favor because it looks like they got a couple of birds down there just like it. Either way with no numbers they can't figure out who it is or where it came from."

"Well," Face turned to Hannibal, "Got any ideas on this one, Colonel?"

"Saunders built the ring up again pretty quickly," Hannibal thought aloud, "But this wouldn't be any halfway point between the base and the cartels, would it?" he asked Jean.

"I doubt it," she said, "They don't look like no new recruits to me, they look like they've been in this game for quite a while, whatever it is."

Hannibal took a cigar out of his pocket and lit it, "Maybe you were wrong."

"Or maybe there's something else going on that we don't know anything about yet," she replied.

"What about Grant?" Murdock asked.

"Well that's the beauty of it, Murdock," Face told him, "He's still an annoying little blip on our radar screen and he's following right behind us on schedule. He ought to be reaching the first checkpoint within the hour."

"Meaning what?" Jean asked.

"Well obviously it wouldn't be a smart move to tailgate him through the checkpoint," Hannibal explained, "We'll let him pass through first and then we'll follow behind him."

"And the first one should be easy since it's only two guys," Jean noted, "But what about the second one?"

"That's where the chopper comes in handy," Hannibal explained, "Murdock, how long did it take to fly to the second one?"

"About an hour, Colonel," Murdock answered.

"Perfect," he said, "Let's get ready."

The van stayed far enough off of the road that when Grant's car passed by an hour later, he wasn't aware of any other vehicles around him; and after he drove by, the van got back on the road and followed behind him, but far enough back that he didn't know he was being tailed. B.A. and Hannibal were up front and Face, Murdock and Jean were in the back and watching the road ahead of them incase there were any ground obstacles the aerial view hadn't revealed.

"Something about this doesn't make sense, Hannibal," Face said.

"Well of course not, Face, if it did then we'd have the whole thing figured out already," he replied, "And if that were the case, we'd already be at the finish line collecting the trophy."

"Well what if it's a trap?" Jean asked.

"I'm hoping it is," was Hannibal's response.

Face didn't say anything from where he sat behind Hannibal but it was obvious by the look on his face that he was not as enthusiastic about it as their leader was.

"There is it," Murdock lunged forward to the front seat and pointed up ahead, "There's the roadblock."

"Alright, B.A., stop here for a minute, let's see what happens," Hannibal told him.

Jean poked Face and when he turned his head she leaned into him and whispered, "The big mudsucker ain't much of a talker, is he?" She had noticed that B.A. hadn't said anything since they met up an hour ago.

"Oh…he's consistent," Face told her, "About two words per hour. That's why he goes a long time without saying anything, he's saving them up to form a whole sentence."

They saw Grant's car come to a stop and a man with a gun came over to the side and leaned on the side of the car and stuck his head in the driver side window. Words were exchanged for a few minutes and then Grant was allowed to drive on. A couple of minutes later, the van also pulled up and the same man came around to the driver's side, looked in the window and said, "State your business here."

B.A. reached through the window, grabbed the man by his collar and slammed his head against the door, and everybody piled out of the van with a rifle in hand, and had both men drop their guns and put their hands up. Hannibal kept his gun on the men and had Face and Murdock search them for any other weapons; they didn't find any but did confiscate two walkie talkies from them.

"Now I'm very curious since there's nobody around for 10 miles and no sign of actual civilization for another 20, just who you're keeping in contact with, using these things," Hannibal told the men, "Who are you working for?"

"Answer him, suckers!" B.A. warned them.

"I'm going to guess that the name Jack Saunders rings a bell," Hannibal said, and he saw by the expressions on the men's faces that it did, "Where is he?"

"In Chicago," the first man answered.

"What's he doing there?" Hannibal asked.

Neither answered that one, so B.A. grabbed the first man and was just about to send him flying when he answered, "He's intercepting a supply haul."

"More recruits," Face remembered.

"Where's it heading?" Hannibal asked.

"Colombia," the second man told them.

"When, fool?" B.A. barked at the man.

"Tomorrow night, 2100 hours."

"In what?" Hannibal demanded to know.

"A C-5A."

Jean looked to Murdock and said, "That's an Air Force transport plane, ain't it?"

"Yup," Murdock nodded.

"How many people does that hold?" Jean asked.

"Too many," Hannibal told her.

Murdock leaned over to her and said, "About 70."

"Okay," Hannibal inched closer to the two men with his finger just a little closer to the trigger and he asked them, "Is that plane loaded to maximum capacity or is Saunders overcompensating?"

"I don't know," the first man said, and when B.A. put his hands on the man's neck he screamed, "I swear to God I don't!"

"Frankly, mister, I doubt you have anything to do with God," Hannibal told him, "However I'm willing to believe you, you can let go of him, B.A."

He did, and immediately afterward Face and Murdock rushed the two men and stuck them both with syringes and both were knocked out like a couple of lights.

"What now?" Jean asked.

B.A. took their walkie talkies and crushed them with his hands, and Face and Murdock tied the two men up and dragged them over to an area concealed by heavy shrubbery.

"That'll take care of them for the time being," Hannibal said, "Now we head on over to point B and find out what's going on over there. Then we're heading nonstop to Chicago to stop that plane from taking off. B.A., there's a shortcut from here that'll take us back to the helicopter so Face and Murdock can fly it over there, I think a simultaneous ambush from the ground and air would be in our best interest."

"Alright," B.A. said as they got back in the van.

Jean collected the assault rifles the two men had carried and put them in the back of the van when she got in. Hannibal told B.A. where to go and within a few minutes they could see the big black helicopter up ahead. As the van screeched to a halt, Face leaned over to the front and said, "Hey B.A., I think one of the tires on this side is punctured, I hear something hissing."

"I'll check it out," B.A. said as he opened the door. He went around to the right side and checked both tires quickly and, finding nothing wrong with either of them, turned to Face to say something, and stopped when he saw the syringe and vial the young man was holding.

Face froze and his eyes were wide with panic when he realized B.A. had caught him; but before B.A. could say anything or do anything, Jean came up behind him and hit him in the back of the head with his toolbox, resulting in a loud CLANG, and B.A. groaned and fell on the ground.

"Okay doc, he's out, stick him," Jean told Face.

"Right," Face hurriedly went about injecting B.A. since he didn't want to take a chance on him waking up early and catching him again.

"Well it's not quite how I would've done it," Hannibal noted, "But it'll have to work. Now we've got to carry him over to the copter."

"Alright, let's get this over with," Face said as he went around to lift B.A. up by his arms, "I'll take this end."

"I'll take this end," Jean said as she went to grab his feet.

"I'll take the end in the middle," Murdock said.

"And I'll open the door," Hannibal added as he walked over to the chopper.

"Maybe I've just been around you guys too long but this is getting to be kind of fun," Jean said.

"No, you haven't been around us long enough," Face replied, "Otherwise you'd be as tired of lugging this guy around as we are."

They managed to haul B.A. over to the chopper, Face at the top, Jean at the bottom and Murdock walking hunched over so his back supported the bulk of the weight, and he did it with all the finesse and heavy breathing as if he were trying to carry a couch on his back complete with a pullout bed. When they reached the Huey, Face got in first with his end and Murdock followed after him, climbing up and crawling into the back with B.A. still on top of him, and without warning, somebody lost their footing and the result was B.A. got dropped and squashed Murdock under him.

Murdock screamed and kicked under the large man and looked very similar to if a car had fallen on him, "Get him off me!"

Face and Jean grabbed B.A. and rolled him over and Murdock slid out from under him, gasping and moaning, "Oooohhhh, I'll bet I can fold up like an accordion now!"

"Are you okay, Murdock?" Face asked as he helped him up.

"Yeah I think so," Murdock replied, "I don't know why he's always complaining about flying, we're the ones that get put through the hernias."

"Speaking of which," Jean turned to Hannibal.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"How come you didn't help carry him in?" she asked.

Hannibal managed to keep a straight face as he innocently asked, "Was there a fourth end to take?"

"Murdock," Jean turned to the pilot, "Get us in the air before I start getting ideas."

"Wait a minute," Face told her, "We have to get the guns out of the van first."

"We'll go get them," Hannibal said, "Uh…who's going to be the copilot?"

Jean raised her hand.

"Okay, just checking, come on, Face," Hannibal told the lieutenant.

"Wait a minute," Face broke away from Hannibal and turned back to the others, "Do you know anything about flying?"

"Not a thing," Jean answered.

Face got a look of panic on his face but he went with Hannibal and said sarcastically, "Well then she's just perfect for the job!"

Hannibal followed behind Face, just laughing at his uneasiness.

"How long is he going to be out for?" Jean asked Hannibal once they had taken to the sky again.

"About an hour, he'll be waking up just in time for us to surprise the troops down below," he answered.

"Right but Murdock," Face leaned over to the cockpit, "Remember to take us down a few minutes before we get there so Hannibal and I can get him out before he wakes up."

"Right-o, Faceman," Murdock nodded.

"Murdock, I don't get it," Jean said, "Why does B.A. have a problem flying with you as the pilot?"

"Oh that's right, you never rode in a plane with him," Face noted.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Jean asked.

"Planes are a lot more maneuverable than helicopters are," Hannibal answered, "Didn't you ever see that movie Capricorn One?"

"I saw that at the VA once," Murdock said as he turned around to see the others, "Great scene at the end with the chopper and the crop duster as they…"

"Murdock, watch what you're doing!" Face screamed at him.

Murdock turned back to the front and resumed watching out the window.

Jean also turned around to see the men in back and she looked at Hannibal and said, "I heard B.A. mention once that Murdock's been crazy ever since he crashed in Vietnam, is that true?"

"Well…" Hannibal started to say, but Face cut him off.

"Do you really think the army would've taken him as he is now?" he asked.

"They had the draft, didn't they?" she replied, "I was always under the impression that with that, it was a matter of it didn't matter who they got just so long as they got the most of them."

"Well you may be right about that, but even the army has its standards," Hannibal told her, "Draft or no draft."

"Okay," Jean said, "So if that's true," she gestured to Murdock, "What happened to him?"

"I would imagine living through a plane crash would be enough to drive anybody crazy," Face said.

"If that's true," she said, "Wouldn't another crash make him sane again?"

"I don't know but I'm in no mood to test that theory right now," Face told her.

"Who said anything about you?" she replied.

Hannibal laughed and commented, "She's got you there, Face."

About halfway to the landing point, Murdock looked over his shoulder and called over to Face. Face got up and went over towards the cockpit and said, "Yeah, Murdock?"

Murdock kept his eyes on the sky ahead of them as he said, "Uh, look Face, I wanted to talk to you about last night."

Face was starting to wonder just who in the universe it was that hated him so much, and what he ever did to them. They were a thousand feet off the ground, half an hour away from an all out attack, in a confined space with their colonel and a man who when he woke up would be more deadly than a crazed mountain lion, and Murdock just had to pick this time to bring that up.

"Look Murdock, I'd rather not talk about that now," he said.

"No it's just…I've been thinking about it and I know I kind of put you on the spot to go through with the wedding and, I guess it meant more to me than to you, I just…after going down the aisle the first time with Cuttor, I wanted to see what it was like to actually go through with it instead of just running off again. But I've thought about it, and I really don't think I'm cut out to be a married man, so if it's alright with you…"

Face couldn't help smiling, it was impossible to ever stay mad at this guy. He wasn't exactly sure how Murdock's mind worked but he knew whenever Murdock latched onto a new train of thought he jumped into it with both feet and a boulder tied around his neck. Suppressing a laugh, he reached over and put his hand on Murdock's shoulder and told him, "Aw, it's okay Murdock, some guys just aren't cut out for marriage, at least now you know."

Murdock half turned his head to look back at him, "Then…you think we can just go back to the way things were before?"

"Sure, Murdock," he told him, "You know, we'll just write it off as…well, something just happened last night."

Their pilot seemed relieved by this decision, he sounded like a weight had been lifted off him as he said, "Well I'm glad about that, now I have nothing to feel guilty about, I wouldn't want you to think I was just stringing you along…" he stuck his nose up and added haughtily, "I am not a tease."

They heard laughter from the back and Hannibal commented, "Sounds like it was one hell of a ceremony, I'm sorry I missed it."

"I'm not," Face remarked sharply.

"I was there," Jean told Hannibal, "You didn't miss much."

Hannibal just laughed again.

"Come on, B.A., wake up," Hannibal said as he tapped the larger man's cheek. He tried again a little harder and this time he heard a low grumbling response from B.A., who after a minute opened his eyes and stood up.

"Where are we, man?"

"Well that's just fine," Hannibal said to him, "You agree to keep a lookout for anybody coming and you fall asleep on the job."

"Huh?" B.A. asked him.

Hannibal put his gloved hands on his sides and said, "Now don't tell me you don't remember, B.A. We agreed that it would be better to leave the van out of sight and just come through the bushes to make ourselves known, then, Face and Murdock are going to come down in the helicopter and Face and the Saint are going to open fire on the guards from above. If that doesn't confuse them to no end, I don't know what will."

Apparently B.A.'s head still wasn't cleared from the drugs, "What?"

Hannibal put his hands on him and told him, "Come on, B.A., we've got to get moving, the chopper's going to be here any minute."

Hannibal handed him his gun and took his own off his shoulder and they disappeared into the shrubbery leading through to the second checkpoint.

"You know Hannibal, I don't remember falling asleep, but I sure had a weird dream."

"Really?"

"Dreamt that all of us was on the chopper and Face and that fool Murdock got married."

Hannibal laughed and said, "Imagine that."

"Man that was a weird dream."

A few minutes later they were close enough to hear people talking and they could pull back the branches and look through and see the place. Just as Murdock described, 50 men looking like they served in the army 10 years ago and never left it, never left the war. There was a fire built in the middle of the ground and there were automatic weapons laying spread out on the ground as far as the eye could see; but they couldn't understand what anybody was saying because it all came out as a senseless, repetitive jabber.

"What do you think it is?" B.A. quietly asked Hannibal.

"I don't know, but I don't like it," Hannibal replied, then he looked to the sky and said, "But we should find out soon."

B.A. heard it too, after Vietnam it was impossible not to know the sound of an approaching helicopter, and he still didn't like it, especially since he knew who was flying it.

"Here they come," Hannibal said, "Get ready."

The men around the fire heard it too, they all looked up at the black copter approaching; but nobody seemed to get too suspicious about the arrival because it was true, off in the distance were another couple of black copters just like it. As the chopper reached closer to the ground, the doors were thrown open and automatic machine gunfire opened up on the men below, who ran for cover and to retaliate with open fire of their own. But the first man to reach his AK-47 was met by an M-16 pointed straight at him as Hannibal walked out of the cover of the bushes.

"Oh I don't think you want to do that," Hannibal told him, "Just keep your hands nice and high where I can see them." Looking to the dozen men behind the first one he added, "All of you."

B.A. stepped out behind Hannibal, also ready to shoot the first sucker that moved, and then the men in green were only too happy to oblige; everybody jumped so they stood straight and their arms went high over their heads. From above, the firing ceased and the chopper came down for a landing, and Murdock, Face and Jean stepped out, also carrying guns and placed their aim among the men.

"I'm going to try this again," Hannibal said, "And I hope I have you gentlemen's cooperation. Who are you working for?"

The answer was the same: Jack Saunders, and what was happening out here was part of the men waited for trucks to come through and they inspected the contents, the drivers, and made sure that nobody passed through who wasn't supposed to. The other half of the men were the pilots and repair crews for the copters that took the shipments out.

"Well I see only two choppers here," Hannibal gestured, "How many are within your possession?"

"Five," one of the pilots answered.

"Where're the other three?"

"One's grounded in Chicago until further notice."

"And I'm going to guess that the other two are currently in use," Face commented.

"Alright, now I'm going to ask you a question," Hannibal told the man nearest him, and he closed the gap between them with his gun, "You an army man?"

"Yes sir."

"When did you serve?"

"'66 to '69, sir."

"Obviously you never knew him," Jean pointed to Hannibal, "He's no sir. He is a pain in the neck Colonel."

"And I'm old fashioned enough to think buying and selling anybody for any purpose, especially to act as drug runners for some foreign cartel that makes its blood money off of killing whole families just to show the world what they can do; and making so much money off innocent lives that the profits could finance all of Turkey for 20 years, ought to warrant anyone involved getting their head cut off and their throat spat down. But I'm a bit mellower in my progressing age."

"So what are we going to do with them, Colonel?" Murdock asked. Obviously it would be impossible to load all of them into the chopper and they didn't have enough supplies to tie up everybody.

"Gentlemen," Hannibal addressed the captives, "You are going to be searched one by one, for any weapons, radios, walkie talkies, anything that looks suspicious, if you've got them, drop them now, if we search you and find them, you're going to pay the consequences for trying to conceal them."

They collected 40 knives, 30 handguns, 20 radios and walkie-talkies, and a few dime bags of what Hannibal guessed to be cocaine, without ever having to put a hand on somebody.

"Alright, Murdock," Hannibal said, "You know the ins and outs of aircraft, right? You could put a chopper together if you had to, couldn't you?"

"Sure I could," Murdock answered, though the situation had never actually come up for him to try it.

"Well then take these apart and make sure they never see zenith again," Hannibal told him.

The colonel couldn't miss the heartbroken look on the captain's face when he said that, but Murdock understood it was a necessary evil so he went to dismantle the helicopters.

"B.A.," Hannibal turned to the sergeant, "Take care of those jeeps."

"Right, Hannibal." B.A. went over to the jeeps and started by grabbing them and flipping them over.

"I'm going to notify the National Guard, I think they'll be most interested in what's going on here," Hannibal told the others, "Even without the two final links, we've got 50 people here connected to a drug smuggling ring that they do business with under the guise of going overseas to help serve the country."

"You really think they're going to bother doing anything with them?" Jean asked disbelievingly, "They're all military."

"So are we," he reminded her.

"Well what about us?" Face asked Hannibal, "What do we do?"

"You watch them," Hannibal gestured to the men, "If anybody so much as sneezes, shoot them."

Jean saluted him with her free arm and said, "Will do."

"Don't take it personally, it's not you," Murdock told one of the helicopter parts as he tossed it into the bushes, "It's them," he pointed back to the crew members, "I'm sure someday you'll take to the sky again but for today you must cease and desist."

He had also during his process of taking the copters apart, stumbled upon two cases containing heroin that added up to an amount automatically worth 120 years in the federal penitentiary, and shown them to the Colonel, who made sure they were out in plain sight for when the National Guard arrived.

"You done, Murdock?" Hannibal asked as he came up to the pilot.

"Yeah," Murdock said with a pout, "I got them all gutted and…they won't be flying today, Colonel."

Hannibal clapped his hand on Murdock's shoulder and told him, "I can appreciate what a sacrifice you had to make, but it's for the greater good, Captain."

"Yes sir," Murdock said halfheartedly.

Hannibal left him and went to see how B.A. was coming with the jeeps, and he didn't have to ask to find out; what previously had been eight top of the line army vehicles now looked like some angry kid had smashed his toy car collection with a sledgehammer.

"Looks good, B.A.," he said, then he returned his attention to the 50 men who hadn't moved a muscle in almost an hour because Face and Jean hadn't lowered their guns yet, "Now gentlemen, if we find out that Jack Saunders or David Grant got any warning from anyone here, we're going to come back and track each and every one of you down and make you sorry you were ever born. If you think we're bluffing, by all means, after we're gone, try and warn them, you'll see what happens."

They heard sirens coming and knew they had to get out of there, so they took off back for the copter. Once past the bushes, Jean tripped and hit the ground hard; B.A. picked her up and carried her over to the chopper and passed her over to Murdock and Face who were already inside. Hannibal came up behind B.A. and jabbed him in the neck with another syringe and after a few seconds he was out like a light; since he was already positioned at the open door, he fell into the chopper and all that was required on everybody else's part was a little dragging over. Murdock got them into the air and they went back to get the van.

"Maybe it wasn't a complete waste of sodium pentothal but it's too bad he couldn't just take the flight for an hour until we get back to the van," Hannibal commented, "We're going to be driving it to Chicago anyway."

"Wait a minute, Colonel," Murdock turned around to see him, "What about the chopper?"

"Oh don't worry Murdock, you'll get to keep it," Hannibal told him, "I'm counting on you to fly it there but we need the van too…and B.A. should be happy because for once that's just where he's going to wake up."

"Murdock would you mind watching where you're taking us?" Face asked him.

Murdock turned back around and watched the nonexistent air traffic around them.

"We're getting closer to zero hour," Jean told Hannibal as she turned around to see him, "I sincerely hope you're up for it."

"Don't worry about us, Miss Rhodes," he replied self assuredly, "We've been at this a little longer than you have."

Jean was quiet for a minute before she responded, "Mr. Smith, I don't believe you've been through anything that I have." And she turned back in her seat.

Hannibal turned to Face and murmured to him, "Did she say what I think she did?"

Face nodded, and said nothing but mouthed the word, "Mister."

"I guess hell must be starting to freeze over," Hannibal said under his breath.

"Or maybe it's just opening up for the new resident," Jean said from up front in the cockpit.

"What's that?" Hannibal leaned forward to hear her.

Jean turned around to see him again and explained, "A few days ago, Murdock received a premonition from the dead…said during the final fight, somebody's going to die, and I've seen you guys in action, Smith, you're good, you're very good, but I'm not giving much for any of our chances on this one. If we had nothing to worry about, why would the dead feel any need to tell us the outcome?"

Hannibal turned to Face who only nodded in confirmation of what she said; this was the first he'd heard about that, and he honestly didn't know what to think about that. He mouthed "You're sure?" to Face, implying not did they hear Murdock right, but was Face sure that it was something real and not just Murdock playing games with them. A lot of times it was hard to tell between the two but the grave look on the lieutenant's face as he slowly nodded told Hannibal that Face believed it was as real as any of them.

"Well," Hannibal said, "This should be a very interesting fight."