BONUS CHAPTER! This takes place the night Hawthorne was arrested.
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Face clutched his duffel bag, following Hannibal across the camp.
Night had fallen. It was a little eerie, but Face almost liked it.
Face, from the appearance and disappearance of his sister, had changed from an extremely scared and protective dog to a more mature man. He wasn't as hostile anymore, and he got along better with others- although he was still wary of people.
He had been transferred to Hannibal's unit, and although he still wasn't on the best terms with Hannibal, he trusted that Dani had put him into the right hands. Or, at least, he hoped so.
"You get this bunk," Hannibal said as he gestured to a bunk in a tent. There were two other bunks in the room, so Face figured that two other teammates on the unit besides Hannibal (Hannibal had his own tent).
"You'll meet your teammates shortly," Hannibal said, as if reading his mind. "I told them to meet me up here, but I don't know what's taking them-"
Hannibal was interrupted by shouts of "he's gonna kill me!" and "I'm gonna kill you, fool!"
"-so long," Hannibal finished as Murdock raced into the tent and hid behind Face. An angry African-American man stalked in after him, aggressively staring at Murdock through Face.
Face smiled nervously and glanced behind him, not quite understanding what was going on.
Hannibal looked like he was at the end of his rope. "B.A. Murdock."
Both seemed to forget about their disputes as they saluted and stood at attention (Face had to move sideways to let Murdock in view of his commander).
"What'd Murdock do?" Hannibal asked quietly, rubbing his face as if he was accustomed to this.
"The crazy fool put a lizard on me, sir," Bosco said, giving a sideways glare at Murdock. "The fool knows I hate lizards."
Face could tell that Murdock was doing his best not to smile. "Sir, it was a cute li'l baby lizard, sir. And I was getting back at B.A. for throwing me-"
"Alright, alright!" Hannibal hurriedly cut Murdock off as Face clutched his duffel bag a bit closer and gave a worried look to his boots.
"Peck," said Hannibal, "This is Bosco "B.A." Baracus and H.M. Murdock. Both of you, this if Templeton Peck. Do you have a preferred nickname?"
Face shifted a little. "Faceman. Or Face."
Murdock nodded his head at the choice, and B.A. just grunted, which was about as close to approval as he'd get.
"Well, then, Face," Hannibal said, "welcome to our Unit."
Face looked around and smiled. He might just be able to get used to it here.
~The End~