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Sympathy for the Devil by Junkfoodmonkey (PG-13)
Fandom: THE A-TEAM
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: A-team Fan Fiction by Junkfoodmonkey
Why this must be read: In Season 5 of the show, everything changed with the introduction of General Hunt Stockwell and Frankie Santana. Fics that effectively use Stockwell as anything other than a somewhat one-dimensional puppet master are few and far between, but this one is intriguing. It's the second fic in a series, but I read it as a stand-alone. Stockwell's disappeared, and the team has to go after him. They've got their own issues with the man, but they're not about to leave him in the hands of the enemy. The story creates a complicated plot with an intriguing original character, and best of all has the team acting like a team, which was not always the case in season 5 show canon. It's a good solid read with cliff-hanger style short chapters that keep you interested to see what happens. Check out this author's other fiction as well!
"That mission," Murdock said, sounding disgruntled, "was what I would term a 'Jayne Mansfield'."
Shriver looked at him puzzled.
"A great big bust." Face explained.
"Ah," Shriver said, with an amused smile. Jayne Mansfield was a bit before his time, Hannibal supposed. "Yes, I'm sorry. Though I'm sure Mr Thompson was grateful."
"Yeah, so we made a new friend and got a gold star from British Intelligence." Hannibal said. "But it doesn't get us anywhere nearer to finding Stockwell."
"We've been at this six months." Face said, "We've nearly been killed... well I've lost count of how many times over. That landmine in Brazil. The bomb in Finland. And I'm just not even going to talk about what happened in Havana." He winced as if the memory was physically painful. The rest of the team grimaced and shuddered. Hannibal knew that he, for one, never wanted to talk about "what happened in Havana" ever again.
"And I done a lot of flying I didn't need to." BA growled.
"Wake up and smell the cappuccino, Shriver," Face went on, flourishing his coffee cup. "Stockwell's dead. Whoever had him will have extracted everything useful from him within a couple of months and then finished him off."
Shriver shook his head vehemently.
"You're forgetting he wasn't a well man when he was taken. If they didn't want him to die under interrogation they'd have had to wait for him to recover from his gunshot wound."
"And he might have died of that before they ever got to interrogate him." Murdock said.
"No." Shriver insisted. "There's a new lead. A strong lead."
"That's what you said about Afghanistan." Hannibal pointed out. "Okay, I'll bite. Where this time?"
"North Korea." Shriver said. Hannibal tensed then forced himself to relax. Korea. Long time. Very long time.
"Oh great," BA muttered. "More flyin'."
Read the story: Sympathy for the Devil, and let the author know you enjoyed it.
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: A-team Fan Fiction by Junkfoodmonkey
Why this must be read: In Season 5 of the show, everything changed with the introduction of General Hunt Stockwell and Frankie Santana. Fics that effectively use Stockwell as anything other than a somewhat one-dimensional puppet master are few and far between, but this one is intriguing. It's the second fic in a series, but I read it as a stand-alone. Stockwell's disappeared, and the team has to go after him. They've got their own issues with the man, but they're not about to leave him in the hands of the enemy. The story creates a complicated plot with an intriguing original character, and best of all has the team acting like a team, which was not always the case in season 5 show canon. It's a good solid read with cliff-hanger style short chapters that keep you interested to see what happens. Check out this author's other fiction as well!
"That mission," Murdock said, sounding disgruntled, "was what I would term a 'Jayne Mansfield'."
Shriver looked at him puzzled.
"A great big bust." Face explained.
"Ah," Shriver said, with an amused smile. Jayne Mansfield was a bit before his time, Hannibal supposed. "Yes, I'm sorry. Though I'm sure Mr Thompson was grateful."
"Yeah, so we made a new friend and got a gold star from British Intelligence." Hannibal said. "But it doesn't get us anywhere nearer to finding Stockwell."
"We've been at this six months." Face said, "We've nearly been killed... well I've lost count of how many times over. That landmine in Brazil. The bomb in Finland. And I'm just not even going to talk about what happened in Havana." He winced as if the memory was physically painful. The rest of the team grimaced and shuddered. Hannibal knew that he, for one, never wanted to talk about "what happened in Havana" ever again.
"And I done a lot of flying I didn't need to." BA growled.
"Wake up and smell the cappuccino, Shriver," Face went on, flourishing his coffee cup. "Stockwell's dead. Whoever had him will have extracted everything useful from him within a couple of months and then finished him off."
Shriver shook his head vehemently.
"You're forgetting he wasn't a well man when he was taken. If they didn't want him to die under interrogation they'd have had to wait for him to recover from his gunshot wound."
"And he might have died of that before they ever got to interrogate him." Murdock said.
"No." Shriver insisted. "There's a new lead. A strong lead."
"That's what you said about Afghanistan." Hannibal pointed out. "Okay, I'll bite. Where this time?"
"North Korea." Shriver said. Hannibal tensed then forced himself to relax. Korea. Long time. Very long time.
"Oh great," BA muttered. "More flyin'."
Read the story: Sympathy for the Devil, and let the author know you enjoyed it.
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