#The A-Team: When We're Apart We're Just a Bunch of Social Misfits...But When We're Together That's Something Very Special

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Hannibal: Time for plan G.

BA: Don’t you mean plan B?

Hannibal: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Murdock: What about plan D?

Hannibal: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Amy: What about plan E?

Hannibal: I’m hoping not to use it. Face dies in plan E.

Face: I don't like plan E.

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'Can I copy the homework?'

Amy: I can help you with it!

Face: Yeah, sure....for five bucks.

Murdock: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Hannibal: lol nope.

Frankie: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

BA: *Read 5:55pm*

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The squad is trying to con some random guy

BA: Um, Face, why are you pretending I'm this guy's family?

Face: We need money!

BA: You're scamming him?

Face: I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him?

BA: What?! No way!

Face: Why not? We already stole Amy!

Amy: Hey guys

BA: No, we didn't. Amy can think and talk for herself. She can do whatever she wants!

Amy: I wanna steal

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🌀 face or ba?

Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up

The warehouse was eerily silent, something Face tried desperately not to think about. BA was not a quiet man either by nature or inclination, so Face had expected to just follow all the noises his friend made, using them as a guide for his search. But he had been wandering around this cavernous space for almost an hour now, and the only sounds he could hear were the waves sloshing against the docks outside, the rare nocturnally active seagull, and the hum of fluorescent lights. Cautiously turning a corner around a pile of crates, Face’s eyes shot upward for any sign of a trap or ambush. He never saw the obstruction in his path until he tripped, tumbling onto his knees despite a desperate struggle to right himself against the boxes. The sounds of his bad knee hitting the cement, followed by an obscenity he rarely allowed himself to use these days, echoed through the warehouse. Sitting upright, hands automatically going to his leg, Face scanned the area for the tripwire that must have caught his foot. All he saw was a leg sported camo pants and a red sneaker. “BA?” The foot twitched, its owner still alive at least. Scrambling to his feet, Face followed the leg and quickly located his friend. The muscle man sat slumped and unconscious on a pile of broken crates. From the trail of destruction behind him, Face guessed it had been quite a fight but even BA could not take down multiple assailants by himself. If he had taken anyone with him, which Face was sure he had, their buddies had already dragged them out of there. Smart enough not to get too close to BA until he was awake and cognizant of the world around him, Face satisfied himself with lightly kicking BA’s leg. “Come on BA… wake up. The Colonel’s turning half the city upside down looking for you.” It took several minutes of jostling and prodding but the Sargent finally started flicking his eyelids. Another minute or two found BA opening the one eye he could—the other one appeared to be swollen shut. How bad the injury really was would not be clear until Face got his friend out of the shadow-covered warehouse and into some proper lighting. BA rumbled back to the land of the living with a grumble and a shaky swipe from his fist. Face prudently stepped back until he was out of range. “You with me, BA?” “Face Man?” BA tried to prop himself up with one hand, the one he had fisted and swung at his friend out of instinct. “Yeah.” Face cautiously took a few steps forward now that BA confirmed his identity. “You okay? You look like you went about ten rounds with Muhammad Ali.” “Nine of them.” BA squinted at his friend. “There were nine of ‘em…took three down…” he pressed his other hand into the floor and yelped. “They got my wrist all messed up, man!” “They messed up a lot more than that.” Face observed grimly as he crouched down. “They must have ganged up on you. Do you know who they were?” BA nodded, confirming Face’s suspicion that several men jumped him at once. “A couple of ‘em were low weight muscle ‘round here.. the kinda suckers people hire in bars for ugly jobs. Don’t know who hired them but ain’t that many slugs we’re tangling with right now.” “Oh, I’m sure it was Jim Hansville.” Face stated. “He had a few goons try to jump Murdock at the VA.” BA started but before he could speak, Face held up his hand. “Murdock’s fine—he just used the confusion to sneak out and warn us. According to him, the new head night nurse is on her second career. Her first was bouncing Godzilla out of Tokyo.” Giving BA a minute to finish getting his bearings, Face continued. “Murdock found me at the Hyatt—you know I’m staying there right now—and we called Hannibal from there. One or two goons might have tried to come in—I saw security throwing a few rough characters out when I went downstairs to collect Hannibal. He picked up Amy on the way in case someone decided to draw her in too, but none of us could reach you. That’s why we came looking.” “Those scumballs used a kid, man!” BA snapped at Face. “Had a kid come tell me his little sister went missing down here, and I had to come help him find her! Then I got jumped!” Face grimaced. It was an ugly plan, but not unheard of. Poor kids, especially the ones living on the streets with nowhere to go, would do any number of errands for a few bucks. “Was it a kid you knew?” “Nah.” BA grumbled, trying to push himself to his feet. Face stood up and offered his hand. BA accepted it and, with a firm pull from the con artist and a strong push from the mechanic, they leveraged the muscleman up off the cement floor. BA wavered for a few minutes, having to lean against the crates as he found his center of balance again. “Well… if you see him again, let me know. I don’t think you’d be fit to deal with him, given what happened, but I might be able to get him some better survival options then betraying people to leg breakers.” Grumbling under his breath, BA just nodded. Now that he was upright, he realized he had no energy to spare on idle chitchat. Face accepted that. Reaching out to snag BA’s elbow before his friend could fall over, he started guiding the dazed man out of the warehouse. “Come on—Amy and I were searching through this half the docks while Murdock and the Colonel took the other half. Let’s get you back to my Vette. You can rest while I get Amy and tell Hannibal that we found you. Then I’m taking you to see Doctor Billings.” “The vet?” BA stumbled and caught himself on Face’s shoulder. Face managed to hold steady under his friend’s weight. “There’s not that much difference between animals and people, BA. You know that.” He reminded the mechanic patiently. “Besides, he accepts cash, he doesn’t ask questions, and he doesn’t make me do paperwork. What more can I ask for?” “I guess you gotta a point.” BA agreed after a minute before gruffly adding, “I still don’t like going to a vet though! It ain’t right!” “I’ll be sure to note that complaint in your file.” Face stated drily, spotting the door of the warehouse up ahead. It was partially open, and the silhouette of a woman assured him that help was on the way. A few seconds later, Amy ran over to support BA on his other side. “I already radioed Hannibal when I saw you two coming out.” She explained. “And from what BA said, I’m guessing our next stop is Dr. Billings?” “See BA?” Face stated sweetly as he nodded to Amy. “Amy agrees with me… now just behave yourself and try not to break his arm this time, okay? Understandably, he charged me triple for that the last time I had to take you to him.” Face knew that he was lucky—BA was exhausted enough that his argumentative nature had, for once, been muted to a dull shell of itself. BA stayed silent until they reached the door, squinting against the rich orangey-red light spilling over the docks as the sun slipped below the horizon. “Fine.” BA agreed at last. “Long as he don’t shoot me up with anything weird! I just want him to fix up my wrist and get some ice on my eye so I can see again!” “Deal.” Face stated. “I will request only the most basic of treatments for you, and we can stop at a drug store on the way back to my place for ice packs and pain killers. Amy, you’re my witness.” The trio hobbled down the wharf until they reached the painfully conspicuous Corvette. Amy slipped away to get the passenger door open while Face stayed with BA to make sure he could cover the last bit of the distance. As Face managed to flop his friend into the passenger seat, BA grabbed the con artist’s shoulder with his good hand. “Thanks for looking for me, man.” Face patted his friend’s hand lightly and smiled, “You’d do the same for me, BA. The A-Team take care of each other.” “Yeah,” BA rumbled sleepily. “Yeah, we do. Part’a what bein’ a team is all about, Face Man. Part’a what bein’ a family is all about.”

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A-Team Incorrect Quotes

Amy: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Hannibal: Several traffic violations.

BA: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Murdock: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Face: Also that's not our car.

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A-Team Incorrect Quotes

Face: So, Hannibal and Murdock are no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

BA: Why?

Face: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Murdock: -arms crossed and sulking- You'll be thanking us when the Third Raccoon Battalion saves your butt.

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A-Team Incorrect Quotes

Face: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Hannibal: You left me, BA, and Murdock in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Face: I did that on purpose, try again.

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A-Team Incorrect Quotes

Maggie: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.

Murdock: What if it bites me and it dies?!

Hannibal: Then you're poisonous. Murdock, learn to listen.

Face: What if it bites itself and I die?

Murdock: That's voodoo.

BA: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Amy: That's correlation, not causation.

Face: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Amy: That's kinky.

Maggie: Oh my Lord. -facepalm-

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//As explained to @honorhearted earlier, the A-Team collectively owns 2-3* brain cells. One is semi-permanently attached to BA, unless he has to fly. Then it usually gets tossed to Face temporarily. The second* belonged to Amy and she took it with her when she left for Jakarta. Hannibal, Face and Murdock desperately play hot potato with the last brain cell. 

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A-team Incorrect Quotes

Maggie: Hannibal and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us.

Face: -sighing- What did Hannibal do?

Maggie: Hannibal chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Hannibal: BA! You want this steering wheel?

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//.....I need to get my A-Team guys away from the Turn Fandom. Face and BA have already told Mary W. that they’ll beat up Abe for her (Face assures Mary they won’t beat her husband up much....with BA it only takes one hit to get the point across).

Now, thanks to plotting with @unyieldingvalxr , Face is now offering to go punch John Andre for Philomena...

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Mob Boss Interrogation | The A-Team

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I Would Withstand All of Hell--Iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether/Whole Crew

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Tapping his fingers against his knee, Face finally pulled his sleeve back and looked at his watch. All of them were getting restless…it was not like Amy to be late in leaving work. She preferred to work in the field anyways and not hide behind a desk all of the time. Besides, she knew they were waiting for her. Another job was on the horizon and they all figured she would want in.

“Come on Amy…” he muttered under his breath, dropping his cuff back over his watch. Another five minutes ticked by and, by now, the atmosphere in the van was moving from restless to downright antsy. Feeling a headache starting to grow behind his eyes from the mounting pressure, he stretched his legs and slid the van door open. “I’m going to stick my head around the corner. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Not waiting for the other three to respond, Face hopped out of the car and walked toward the alley’s entrance. Carefully leaning around the concrete wall, he positioned himself until he could see the front door of the newspaper without standing in the middle of the driveway. Leaning his shoulder against the wall, he watched it intently.

The doors opening a few minutes afterwards and spilling out a group rewarded his patience. It was not much of a reward though. A second was all it took to recognize the green uniforms—he would recognize a military police uniform from a mile away. They made up the bulk of the group but there was someone else with them.

Slipping out of the alley and staying close to the walls, he mentally thanked God for inventing the idea of the skyscraper. The sun was low enough in the west that the huge buildings between the coast and himself cast deep shadows on the sidewalks, masking his approaching. Crouching down behind a trashcan, he turned his full attention to the military crew.

Under any other circumstances, as soon as he spotted the MPs he would have run back to the van and told BA to get out of there. Only…this was Amy’s newspaper. If they were here…his stomach twisted at the logical conclusion before his mind fully formed it. When the idea fully hit his mind, his heart rate sped up and he sucked in a long, slow breath in an effort to calm it. This was not the first time the military had snooped around or tried to tail Amy, he reminded himself. They had never fully connected her with the team—she was just a nosy reporter who followed their trail of destruction and interviewed people after the fact to get their version of events.

Amy was probably just waiting inside for the coast to clear before she snuck out and joined them. Maybe she would just join them at the meeting point tonight and expect them to go ahead without her as soon as they saw the MPs.

Amy was fine. She had to be fine.

The man in the lead of the group turned to scan the street before he crossed it and Face recognized Decker’s hardened features. As they started crossing the road, the group of guards parted enough that Face could make out the civilian figure in the middle—a lithe woman in a pantsuits with bouncy, brunette curls.

Amy.

He could not see her face but from her body language, he guessed she was trying to talk her way out of this. Her hands were behind her back…he did not have to see the gleam of silver to know that she had cuffs on her wrists. Gripping his fingers into the cage around the trash can to keep himself from jumping up and running out to grab her, he watched the group disappear into the cars. The last he saw of Amy, an MP had a hand on her head as he pushed her into the backseat of the squad car. The vehicles all made U-turns and disappeared down the street away from where Face was hiding.

Once they were out of sight, he stood up slowly. Checking to make sure the coast was clear; he sprinted back to the van and jumped in the open door. Dropping back into his seat, he tried to keep his voice steady. “Decker was at the paper. The bastard’s arrested Amy.”

There was no question in Face’s mind. They had to get her back. Amy was part of the team. More than that, she was part of the unit. She was in this mess because of them. They never left a comrade behind in Nam; they never left a man behind on a mission. He would be damned if Amy became the first exception to that rule.