Title: Four Wishes
Summary: Amy wants to prove herself as a valuable member of the A-Team, but can she trust their judgement?
Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team and I've not made a penny from this, I just do it for the jazz!
'If no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team.'
Amy sighed, typing the last words of her article into her word processor and inserted the floppy disk to save it.
It had been a month since returning from Mexico with Al Massey. She thought she'd secured herself on the team. However, all Hannibal had got her to do over the last month was basically dig up dirt on the slimeballs they were chasing. And even that didn't happen every day.
She always followed up the research she'd done for Hannibal, finding out exactly what had happened. Well, she'd done the background for him, she at least deserved to scoop the story, reporter's prerogative and all that. It wasn't as if the A-Team didn't leave a trail. However, the few stories that she did have still sat on her word processor. There was a part of her that wondered if she should run them by Hannibal first. He had made it pretty clear what she could and couldn't print and Amy was confident with her own ability and skill that her stories set the A-Team in good light. But would there be something from the stories he'd want excluded? Had she crossed the line he'd set? She didn't want to put something in the print that might jeopardise her contacts with the team. Hannibal could cut her off totally, and she definitely didn't want that. However, she wanted a good story.
Amy placed her head in her hands and leaned on her desk. She never intended to blackmail the A-Team. They had saved a very good friend of hers but she couldn't stop thinking about the jazz. She just wanted that buzz to continue. Maybe if she could convince Hannibal that she could write up the stories of the people they helped in a certain way, he'd let her be more involved, rather than just be the information gofer she'd become. Surely they needed to advertise their specialised help? It would be a great way to generate new clients and to tell the public about the work they do. To help prove their innocence and show their country that they are good men. Even shake up the military. Rattle their cage to look further into the case that was held against them. Give this Colonel Lynch a good run for his money. And wouldn't she be the perfect resource for doing it?
Amy's phone rang, breaking her train of thoughts. She sat up and looked at the clock that was on her desk; it was coming up for half past nine in the morning.
"Amy Allen, LA Courier-Express." She answered the phone.
"Okay, Kid, need you to do some more digging about." Hannibal's voice was on the other end of the line.
"What do you need to know?" Amy asked with a slight bored tone in her voice, that luckily Hannibal didn't pick up on.
"I need you to run a check on a Carlos Flores."
"Yes, Okay," Amy responded to Hannibal. Not at all happy, she noted down what Hannibal told her, then she plucked up the courage and asked, "Hannibal, can't you let me in on this one?"
"Sorry, kid," Hannibal replied. "You're doing a great job, with the information you gave us we were able to clear out Ryder and his goons in no time."
"About that, I need to ask you…"
"Sorry, kid, I haven't got the time to talk." Hannibal cut her off.
"Wait, wait. Did you want me to meet you with the information?" Amy hoped she might get a chance to catch up with them again. Just being around the four of them sometimes gave her a buzz and she hadn't seen them all in a couple of weeks now. They sometimes met over lunch so she could inform them of the information they required, especially if she needed to share photographs or something.
"I'll call you," Hannibal said, and then hung up before Amy could ask anything else.
Amy let out a frustrated gasp and put her phone down. This wasn't the jazz, this was down right boring but she set to work finding out the information Hannibal required. However she could, Amy was going to prove she was needed for the team. But first she required coffee.
"Hannibal, I can't see how we're going to get close to this guy." Murdock spoke as Face looked through the binoculars. "Nothing gets close to him. He's got bodyguards surrounding him." That was true, the team had been studying their mark for a couple of days now, and as yet they had failed to find a way to get close to him. Hannibal had donned a couple of good disguises but with no luck. They were running out of options.
"I've noticed one thing that does get close to him," Face smiled at the rest of the team as he spoke, "pretty ladies."
Murdock smiled back at him. They had both been enjoying the view of the pretty girls surrounding the man they were watching from a distance. They seemed to be the only creatures to go unnoticed by his security.
BA grumbled in the van at Face's comments.
The guy was Carlos Flores and he was sunbathing on the beaches of Santa Monica, with a few pretty girls dressed in only skimpy bikinis surrounding him for company. So far the team had counted at least seven large bodyguards dotted around him, some standing out more obviously than others. Not allowing anyone but a bikini clad woman near him.
They sat in the black GMC van from a safe distance, carrying out their surveillance on Carlos Flores.
"You know you're right, Face." Hannibal grinned. "And I've worked out how we're gonna get close to this guy."
"How, Hannibal? The only reason those girls are allowed near him, are because he knows they can't be wired." Face sighed still watching through his binoculars following the pretty girls in their bikinis. "I mean, where could you hide a wire on something as beautiful as…"
"Lieutenant, I hope you're watching our man!" Hannibal snapped.
Face quickly moved the binoculars back onto their mark.
"There's no way we're getting near this guy unless we're in a bikini," Face added.
"Hannibal, I'm not wearing a dress, not this time." Murdock joked. That mischievous sparkle danced in his eyes.
"Yeah, you're the ugliest mama I've seen," BA giggled and shook his head at the thought. He was sitting in the driver's seat of his black van, listening to the banter between the three of them.
"BA!" Murdock replied in an upset tone.
"Guys, guys, I've got just the person in mind." Hannibal puffed at his cigar. "Amy."
Face turned towards Hannibal, putting the binoculars down.
"Amy?" Murdock asked surprised. "But Colonel, this could be dangerous."
"She won't do it." Face added in a negative tone and went back to peering through the binoculars.
"Ah, man." BA shook his head.
"Yeah, she will. She keeps asking to be more involved," Hannibal replied, grinning. "And she'll be fine. The four of us will be watching her back the whole time." He added as he saw three concerned faces in front of him.
"I'm still not sure, Colonel," Murdock replied.
"Me neither. I agree with the fool for a change!" BA added.
"If you can think of another woman, who we can trust," Hannibal raised an eyebrow as he spoke, "to do it, by all means I'm open for suggestions." Hannibal sat back in his chair and folded his arms.
All three of them shook their heads. Face almost made a suggestion but closed his mouth and went back to looking through the binoculars.
"Yeah, I didn't think so," Hannibal said. "Besides, we'll get to see what the kid's really made of." Hannibal grinned, taking a cigar from his top pocket.
"And what she looks like in a bikini," Face said looking at Hannibal but he didn't get the response he was looking for. Hannibal returned a disapproving look back and Face dropped his smile.
"And what if she doesn't do it, Hannibal, what then?" Murdock asked still with concern.
"She'll do it." Hannibal sat back and relaxed in his chair lighting his cigar. "Otherwise I'll just have to think of a plan B." And he didn't have one. Hannibal puffed on his cigar in concentration, putting his plan in place in his head. "Face, I'm gonna need a few things."