"Hey kid, to put it straight, I never would do you any harm ok? I just wasn't sure on which side you're standing. I wouldn't have survived to say these words to you, if I would trust so easily. Trust is for the foolish ones." Hannibal took out a cigar and lit it up.

"Some things never change." Amy sighed. "But some should change."

"One thing."

"What?"

"I only ask you one thing about the time since you left the team."

"Ask straight away."

"Why do you call yourself Mrs. Smith? And don't say you've married." Hannibal studied Amys face.

"What exactly don't you like about me being married?" she asked with a teasing grin.

Hannibal preferred to ignore her last question. "C'mon, don't sidestep me, you know I don't like it."

Amy looked down to her shows. "Smith is the most common name in English. I just wanted to make sure that my identity remains a secret."

"Ah…" Hannibal chomped meaningful on his cigar.

"And", Amy added. "Yeah ok, it was sort of to remember you. Man I was just an associate to the team, no real member. And suddenly I was on my own, doing all this dangerous stuff alone. No one who had a plan, who infected me with the jazz. I needed my own plans, my own jazz. I often thought about what you would do. Later I just got used to it. If you change names to often, you have problems reacting if you're called."

"It took me some time to realize, probably to long, but now I know. You're no princess in a world full of dragons. You're a heroine yourself. That's what you are Triple A."

"Was it your way to say 'Welcome back'?" Now the big grin was fully restored on Amy's face.

Hannibal did his best to appear aloof. "We'll see."

Three days later the two arrived at Los Angles International Airport. As they left the building Amy chuckled.

"What's on Allen?"

"Well I know you love to tell weird stories…"

"Come to the point." Hannibal unwrapped a cigar.

"The whole Boy George story, I'll never believe it's true."

"As true as it can be, Amy."

"You'll really make me believe that Face hired Boy George instead of Cowboy George and in the and you all were on a Boy George live concert? B.A. a Boy George fan? Hannibal that's the most obvious lie, right after your faked Mister-Lee-set-of-teeth."

Hannibal just shrugged and put his hand on her shoulder. "Want to say 'Hallo' to the guys?"