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Break-in in Belmont by Tee (R)
Decker's hot on our trail, but we've got the van, a plan and a whole month of recs!
Fandom: THE A-TEAM
Pairing: gen
Length: 20,000+ words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Tee's Fics on the A-Team Fan Fiction Archive
Why this must be read: Ever wonder where the team learned some of those skills? How Face became the consummate con man and safe-cracker? Well, this may not answer all the questions, but it gives a good glimpse of what life might've been like for the team just back from Vietnam and trying to figure out what to do to survive. Murdock's not really in this one, but considering he's my favourite character on the show, I still love this fic even without him, which is a testament to the engaging quality of the story. It shows exactly the kind of gotta-help-people mentality that always ends up getting the team into trouble, and the friendship and affection for one another that always ends up getting them out of trouble.
"Colonel, I'm in trouble."
As if the phone call waking him up at 1:30 in the morning wasn't enough to get the adrenaline flowing, the words made his heart pound. "Face? What's wrong?" Hannibal Smith sat up in bed and fumbled for the switch on the bedside lamp. The light brought the room into bright relief, but caused him to squeeze his eyes shut.
A shuddering breath came through the phone. "I'm in jail."
"What?" Hannibal asked with an emotion that was close to panic in his voice. He blinked the room fully into focus.
The tone of voice changed and a whine came through the line. "I'm really sorry, Dad, could you come bail me out?"
"What?" This time it wasn't panic, it was mysticism.
"Me and some of the guys were out goofing around, and I guess I stayed out too late, and we got picked up for curfew."
This time Hannibal had to laugh. "Face, are you pulling my leg?"
"No, sir. They said that if our parents came to pick us up, they'd let us go." Face said with a guilty tone in his voice. "I'm really sorry, Dad."
Hannibal was very quiet on his end of the phone for a moment as he realized a scam was being played out. "Care to explain this a little further?"
"No, Dad, really. Just come down to the 17th precinct on Madison Ave and ask for Sargent Duncan and tell him your Lance Smiths' father and they said they'd release me into your custody."
"Curfew?"
"Yes, sir." Face's voice had taken on a contrite tone. Someone must have been listening at the other end.
"You know you're in hot water."
"Yes, sir."
"I'll be right down."
Face let out a huge sigh, one that was not contrived, assuredly. "Yes sir, thank you sir."
Read the story and feedback the author: Break-in in Belmont
Fandom: THE A-TEAM
Pairing: gen
Length: 20,000+ words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Tee's Fics on the A-Team Fan Fiction Archive
Why this must be read: Ever wonder where the team learned some of those skills? How Face became the consummate con man and safe-cracker? Well, this may not answer all the questions, but it gives a good glimpse of what life might've been like for the team just back from Vietnam and trying to figure out what to do to survive. Murdock's not really in this one, but considering he's my favourite character on the show, I still love this fic even without him, which is a testament to the engaging quality of the story. It shows exactly the kind of gotta-help-people mentality that always ends up getting the team into trouble, and the friendship and affection for one another that always ends up getting them out of trouble.
"Colonel, I'm in trouble."
As if the phone call waking him up at 1:30 in the morning wasn't enough to get the adrenaline flowing, the words made his heart pound. "Face? What's wrong?" Hannibal Smith sat up in bed and fumbled for the switch on the bedside lamp. The light brought the room into bright relief, but caused him to squeeze his eyes shut.
A shuddering breath came through the phone. "I'm in jail."
"What?" Hannibal asked with an emotion that was close to panic in his voice. He blinked the room fully into focus.
The tone of voice changed and a whine came through the line. "I'm really sorry, Dad, could you come bail me out?"
"What?" This time it wasn't panic, it was mysticism.
"Me and some of the guys were out goofing around, and I guess I stayed out too late, and we got picked up for curfew."
This time Hannibal had to laugh. "Face, are you pulling my leg?"
"No, sir. They said that if our parents came to pick us up, they'd let us go." Face said with a guilty tone in his voice. "I'm really sorry, Dad."
Hannibal was very quiet on his end of the phone for a moment as he realized a scam was being played out. "Care to explain this a little further?"
"No, Dad, really. Just come down to the 17th precinct on Madison Ave and ask for Sargent Duncan and tell him your Lance Smiths' father and they said they'd release me into your custody."
"Curfew?"
"Yes, sir." Face's voice had taken on a contrite tone. Someone must have been listening at the other end.
"You know you're in hot water."
"Yes, sir."
"I'll be right down."
Face let out a huge sigh, one that was not contrived, assuredly. "Yes sir, thank you sir."
Read the story and feedback the author: Break-in in Belmont