Danger Maze, part II

"Yeah. I followed them ever since they left the market parking lot. They're clean."

To the puzzled looks of the Ellersons Hannibal smiled. "We have to be careful. Come on in the back." With a courtly gesture, Hannibal parted the way through the thick-packed clothes for the couple.

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"This is Templeton Peck," Hannibal said. "We call him Face, for obvious reasons. You met B.A. Baracus, and the gentleman talking to the potted plant in Captain Murdock."

"Howling Mad Murdock?" Frank Ellerson said.

"Yes, do you know him?" Hannibal asked.

"He's a legend in every flying club around here. Glad to make your acquaintance, Captain Murdock."

"Careful!" snapped Murdock. "Do you know French? No? Darn. I think this plant would really get itself together and grow if I could talk to it in French. How about Swahili? Even Italian might do. No?" He turned his attention to the potted plant and quietly murmured to it.

"Mister Smith, or should I call you Colonel?" Mrs. Ellerson asked.

"Hannibal is just fine."

"Hannibal, we've lost something very precious to us and we desperately need someone to help us."

"We checked you out through . . . a friend . . . and it really does seem as though you are out on a limb," Hannibal said, "but we don't know the exact details."

"We'll pay," Frank Ellerson said quickly. "We know you fellas are on the run and need money. I was a military man myself, but I know they can make mistakes."

"We'll discuss payment later," Hannibal said. "Now, tell us your problem."

"Hush little baby, don't you cry," Murdock sang. Ellerson gave him a puzzled glance, then started to tell their story.


To follow the plight of a kidnapped boy, turn to page 5.
To see how close the A-Team comes to the end of the world, proceed to page 7.
To read about the stolen horse, go to page 8.

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Alright, we've come to our first decision. Make your selecton in the poll on the right.

I have some bartending to do today so I've got to book. Thanks for coming.