The A-Team: MM Style

In 1972, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...the A-Team.

Cuba, December 18, 1985.

Fidel Castro's head man in charge, Paco Rodrigo Amerigo Iglesias III stands at a map of the United States. "Our operation here has grown exponentially. It is only a matter of time before we can expand. But....there is one problem. One of our prisoners there has gotten word to his daughter. It is only a matter of time before we find her, but we must make sure that she does not get word to anyone who can help..."

America. Los Angeles. December 19, 1985.

A girl runs through the streets, obviously terrified and looking over her shoulder, turns a corner and runs into a dark dead end of an alley. "No...please...gotta be a way out..." She mutters. Before she can get back out of the alley, three Cuban thugs step in front of her. "You are going nowhere, chica. We found you and this-" he flicks out a switchblade "will be the end for you!" He steps toward her when a large black conversion van pulls up behind them, a red chevron on its side. The doors open, and out steps a ragtag group of badasses step out.

The leader lights up a cigar and says, "Take care of my light work, boys..." "Ahem...I pity the fool who doesn't see I'm a lady!" the tough blonde says with a grin, her gold chains swinging. "Sorry...hard to miss those...er, that fact...get 'em!" A fist fight ensues, and the Cubans are dispatched quickly. One of them gets to his feet, raising his fist and says, "Paco Rodrigo Amerigo Iglesias III will get you!!! You will pay for this, puntas!!!" He runs away.

The girl brushes her big 80's hair aside, wiping the sweat from her brow and fixing her revealing tank top. "Thank you...you...saved me. Who are you people?" The man with the cigar puffs a few times, then says, "We're exactly who you need. Call us...the A-Team!" *cue cheesy music* "I'm Hannibal Hitman. The lady with the chains is S.B. Morroccas...the pretty boy over there is Face Swampman...and the rather psychotic looking fellow there is Renegade Murdock. At your service..." Hitman bows deeply, then says, "You seem to be in trouble. Tell us...what's going on?" "Paco Rodrigo Amerigo Iglesias III...he's got my father somewhere in East Hollywood...my father sent me a message, but I can't get to him........but maybe....just maybe....you can...."

Hannibal Hitman puffed a bit, then looked at his crew. "Looks like we got a job people!" *Insert Theme Music, fade to commercial*

(and just for fun, here's me with a cigar as Hannibal Hitman)
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LMMFAO, S.B. Morroccas. That is classic and quite accurate too. I love this Hit. Great start to what I am sure will be an awesome and very hilarious fanfic. Well done.


And the pics? You fine mutha. Great added touch. You won't see my morroccas in a screenshot in here yet though. lol Maybe for Christmas.

So THIS is what Swamps was hinting at! Good job fellas, can't wait to see Sb's Morroccas!

Neither can I...Neither can I....oh...woops....... ;)

Good start bro, and you look pretty badass considering...

They sat at the counter of a diner, the styling hadn't been looked at since they got back from 'Nam by the look of it but the coffee smelt good, and the little lady did seem like she needed their help. She told her story as she served breakfast.

'Dad and me have run this diner since Mom died in an accident last year last year. Some fool in a sedan came round that corner too quick and slammed into her, sent her flying down the road. I was in the back cooking bacon for an order and Dad was serving at the counter and saw it happen, the first I knew was when he screamed her name. She was dead by the time we got out to her, and the guy in the car just drove off. The police never caught him either.

We organised the funeral, and afterwards we had her wake here, and some slick looking guy came in and spoke to Dad. I was serving customers and could see Dad getting upset so tried to listen in. I only heard snippets of what was being said, something about protection, generous offer, no more accidents. This place was my mothers dream, and theres no way that Dad would sell it, so the guy left.

And thats when it started. Problems with suppliers, Vandalism, tires on the van being let down, and the guy kept coming back and my Dad kept telling him where to go. Then one day I was here on my own, Dad had gone to pick up some coffee, and the guy came in again, told me Dad was with him and that I may want to show a little more wisdom than he had. He left me a card with his number and an offer on this place. Its about $15000 light of what this place is worth, but he said 'Surely Dads safety is worth a few dollars to you jefe,' a big grin showing his gold teeth.'

'So Missy, may I call you Missy by the way?' Face began, she nodded. 'Do you know who he was?'
'Well, he sounded Cuban to me, so if he wants our diner then he must be from MacGringo's'
'I pity the fool who eats fast food chain rubbish, and this Cuban crank is getting right on my Marracas sugar.'
'OK, calm down SB. Don't worry Ma'am, we'll get your Dad back, so long as you don't give Renegade any more caffeine, that boys nuts when he's had too much caffeine.'

LMFAO, I read this yesterday but had to get out of here before I could post. Well done Swamps. It cracks me up everytime I read this fic. Can't wait to see what is next. I pity the fool that makes me wait too long. lol

Keep it coming, Hitman! I love this! I remember when TNN was TNN and it showed The A-Team at 4:00, so my younger sister and I would get home from school, watch it, and not do our homework. Oh, the memories...

Neither can I...Neither can I....oh...woops....... ;)


Oh reeeally...Hahahahaha

A Merry Christmas to everyone from SB!

LMFAO, Yeah I figured I would give the gift that keeps on giving but those babies stayed wrapped. Besides, Hit showed his cigar for the part. It is the least I could do. lol

Merry...Christmas...to...me.....

Damn girl, I see why Hitman has gone.......

He's gone for a bit of quiet reflection before he writes the next part.

Bro, you finished reflectin and ready to write the next part of this or can I take it man? This things too good an idea to be left to die.

carry on...i'll be back on it later.

carry on...i'll be back on it later.

Whats wrong? Where they too much for ya big daddy? lol Get your ass in here. No excuses.

"That boy's nuts anyway...I pity the fool that tries to put Renegade in an institution..." SB muttered. "Where is he, anyway?" Hannibal Hitman grunted from behind his cigar. Face looked around and then opened the doors to the black van. "Awww man, he's back here."

The group looked in the back of the van and found Renegade Murdock curled up in a small ball hastily consuming a 3 Musketeers bar. "Oh man...we're in for it now," SB said, rolling her eyes, her chains swinging loudly. "Eh, eyes up here," she said, lifting the camera from chest level to her face. "Now pay attention, the plot's coming."

"Ok, so here's the plan," Hitman said, puffing a few times on the cigar. "There's only one place they could be holding your dad, and that's MacGringo's." Missy raised her eyebrows. "How do you know that?" she asked, surprised. "Somebody left this lying around..." Hitman held up the script for this episode and grinned, "So, with that being said, it's time for our hardcore montage of outfitting the van with ridiculous and overdone armaments for our assault on MacGringo's!"

Cue Cheesy Rock Version of theme song, coupled with images of SB Morracas' lifting heavy objects as the guys ogle her...chains; lots of welding for no apparent reason on the van; Renegade Murdock running circles around the van with spraypaint, and finally, Face Swampman making out with Missy in the back of the van while the others do all the work.

End Montage.

"There...it's done." Hannibal Hitman smirked, lighting cigar #9 this episode (and it's only 30 minutes into the show).

The camera pulls back to show the van with its new armaments. The front end now has a Mad Max style grill with spikes protruding from the front. The sides now have huge siding with metal rails for the crew to hold on to. There's now a machine gun turret built on top of the van.

"OK team...Let's go!" They piled into the van, SB manning the turrets, Face driving. The van exploded out of the garage where it was stored, roared onto the street and straight across into the front of the MacGringo's fast food restaurant, sending and explosion of glass and, well, more glass into the street, and causing a slow motion scene of people diving out of the way for no apparent reason other than it was the 80's and these were the best special effects they had.

The van roared to a stop. "That was....anticlimactic, wasn't it?" Hitman muttered under his breath. The team jumped out of the van, and began fighting random people for no reason other than that there was another 10 minutes before they'd be allowed to find Missy's dad...

LMMFAO, Thank you for getting your fine ass in here and writing again. Yay! A big kiss for my Big Daddy. Great stuff. Keep it up gang. Swamps, it is your turn mister and look at my eyes when I am talking to you boys. lol