Hannibal is strung up on a wall, and before him is a table. At that table sit Murdock, BA, and Face. In front of them lie a pile of files and a loaded Ruger Blackhawk pistol chambering one, and only one, bullet. See, a man, formerly known as Agent Lynch, has crawled out of the cracks in the floorboards like a cockroach. And he has a game to play with the A-Team. [not a slash fic]
Rated: T - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,374 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 32 - Updated: 3/19/2017 - Published: 2/21/2017 - Hannibal S., T. Peck/Faceman, Lynch