A-Team (Movie)
Maskira walks through the prison, glaring at any of the other inmates' dæmons that dare to look smug. All of them back down instantly, birds and lizards so afraid of a huge, scarred wolf. Hannibal nudges her once, when she almost jumps at a husky dæmon talking about them in a loud voice, but other than that, they stay silent, not offering each other comfort. They reach their cell, the guard pushing Hannibal in unnecessarily. Maskira growls at the jackal dæmon when she tries to do the same, stalking into the cell with her head held high.
Once the door is closed and they cannot be seen, her ears drop and she turns, jumping onto the bed and into his lap. She curls up on his stomach, eyelids heavy and watching him sadly. He sighs, patting her side.
'I know, Kira, I know.' Hannibal lets his head hit the pillow.
'We don't deserve this, John. What did we do?' She thinks of Vigarista, Pairotta and Fundi in their separate prisons. The deer and the badger might be fine but the little hummingbird will go insane- more than normal- being away from her friends.
'We didn't do anything. So stop feeling sorry for yourself.' He tugs on her ear, trying to get the expression off her face.
'Not sorry for myself-'
'-sorry for Pairotta, I'm guessing.'
Maskira glares again. 'I said she'd never have to go back. I promised Hannibal.'
He nods once, pushing her off his stomach and sitting up. She sits next to him, eyes on the door in case anyone walks in. 'Remember the plan. It's small but we've got time. We'll get them out, Kira. They won't stay there long.'
Maskira sits up straight and proud as a guard walks in. They have a plan after all.
Everyone laughs when they see Vigarista for the first time. Because, really, a member of the famed A-Team, the Army's greatest heroes, has a deer dæmon? Seriously? Not as scary or ferocious as the wolf and badger his friends have. Face doesn't really care what people think of Vigarista. If they underestimate her, that just makes his life easier.
Face looks up at thug whose gotten the better of him and tied him to a chair. The knots are loose and easy to undo but the conman is waiting for the right moment to strike. Vigarista is stood to the side, the man's lynx dæmon watching her carefully. The deer has her head bowed, making herself seem smaller than she is.
'So this is the great Templeton Peck.' The man smirks, hitting Face again. Face smiles to himself, knowing the punches are so the man can feel like he's still in control. It's textbook bad guy. 'If I'm honest, I expected more from you.'
'And from your dæmon.' The lynx snarls, scratching at Vigarista's back legs. 'People with scary reputations should have scary dæmons.'
Face smiled, winking at the deer. 'Well, I certainly have a scary reputation.'
Vigarista's foot whips out, hitting the lynx straight in the nose. The pain causes the man to stop, allowing Face to stand and hit him in the stomach. Vigarista stamps next to the lynx's face as her human continues to hit the man that kept them tied up. The lynx tries to scurry away, back to her man's arms but the deer stands on her tail, pinning her in place. The lynx turns her head to looks at her eyes wide.
'Never underestimate a deer.' Vigarista smiles. 'Because we will always surprise you.'
The deer kicks again, knocking dæmon, and man, unconscious.
Pairotta flies around James' head, changing directions each full turn. Murdock is watching her, eyes slightly wide and mouth hanging slightly open. The drugs they have been given have dulled his senses but heightened hers, leading to this mash up of emotions. Murdock shakes his head, walking out of his room and towards the rec room. They are allowed to go between the two places but no where else, unless there is a doctor with them.
Murdock peeks his head into the room, checking there is no one in there. He smiles, Pairotta flying backwards past him, watching for ambushers. They shut the door, barricading it and the three other doors. Pairotta flies to the bag resting on the top of the cupboard, spinning around it until Murdock gets it down.
Murdock pulls on the coat, smoothing it out until it covers his clothes. He pulls out the rest of the clothing, pulling it on quickly and straightening it out. Pairotta flies into his coat pocket as he pulls out the small puppy he had been caring for and training for a month. He slips the lead through his trousers, tying it around one of the belt loops and holding his coat over it. Unless someone looks directly at the dog, they wouldn't know he was on a leash. Pairotta pokes her head out to look at the dog as Murdock leans down.
'Now listen Billy, we've been through his. You keep quiet, you walk along beside me and when we get out, I'll buy you a massive steak. Understood?'
The dog bites on his foot.
'Good enough for me.' Pairotta mutters, hiding again.
Murdock walks through the hospital, acting natural. He's getting out, he's going home, he's gonna be free...
'Hey Doc, got a minute for a wounded soldier?'
Fundi watches Pairotta apprehensively, waiting for the hummingbird to ruin things and test her patience. The badger doesn't want to get angry, doesn't want to fight but things are about to get serious and the other dæmon won't stay still. Maskira glares once at both of them, causing Fundi to bow her head and Pairotta to hide in Murdock's jacket. Morrison has a tiny dæmon so no one will be confused if she can't be seen.
BA places a hand on Fundi's forehead, standing up to follow the plan. Hannibal and Face pat Murdock's cheek, placing the bag over his head and leading him to his place. Face, despite it being his plan, still looks worried for Murdock, knowing exactly how agitated the pilot will get as the time drags on, as it takes longer for Lynch to get to the box.
'Ready to fight?' Fundi asks, lifting her head to look up at him.
'I don't fight anymore, you know that.'
Fundi shakes her head, scowling at him. The two of them have argued about this thousands of times since BA got put in prison. Since Hannibal talked to them and BA shaved in his mohawk, Fundi has got even more insistent. Of course, Bosco is just as stubborn so the argument has stopped being about philosophy or morals and more like two children fighting over a toy.
'Come on, we're needed.'
Bosco's eyes narrow as the badger leads the way towards the back boxes, ready to defend Face or Hannibal if it must be done.
'You know you're being stupid right?' Fundi mutters as they wait, watching the fire and explosions.
BA rolls his eyes. 'You don't have to fight to be useful.'
A loud shout makes them both turn. Bosco starts running and Fundi smirks.
'Yeah, right '
Zamanus smiles slightly as he watches the news, seeing the latest report on the "A-Team". He almost laughs at how the men are described; Former Air Marshall's, banding together to prove their innocence, while generously helping out little old ladies and victims of...well anything. If you have a problem...
'...and no one can help.' Sosa joins in the end of the 'advert' that the news runs every time.
'...maybe you can hire the A Team.' Zamanus laughs, crawling down from the cupboard to rest on her lap. Since Temp's latest escapade, they've been in lock down, their commanders thinking he'll run to help them. The monkey laughs, turning to face the TV. 'They do know Peck would never show his face around her, right?'
'He doesn't have thing for damsels.' Charissa nods. 'But he sometimes likes it when they're in distress.'
Zamanus grins, folding himself into the crook of her arm. 'I'm sure he does. No one wonder his team keep helping rich, young models.'
Sosa laughs as the doorbell rings. She stands, opening it to see flowers on the doorstep. Zamanus turns the card over, both of them smiling.
'Saturday at six, my place? Forget the models.'
Kanali swings after her human, clinging to the lighting fixtures by way of movement. The chimp doesn't mind walking but she prefers being able to get away quickly. When she walks, Vance has to pick her up to make a get away.
She swings onto his back as the near the room, wrapping her legs around his chest as they go through the door. Lynch, as her human is known to the world, raises an eyebrow at the people in there and they vacate instantly. Lynch smirks, dropping Kanali down onto one of the seats and sitting down opposite her.
'I think it's all going quite well, don't you?'
He smiles, pouring himself a drink and sinking back into the seat. She mirrors him, tilting her head slightly. 'For now. They need to stay in prison though, otherwise we have a problem.'
Lynch rolls his eyes. 'Obviously. But, even with our offered help, how could they do it? Even Hannibal Smith can't pull that off.'
Kanali nods, although she wonders for a second if Vance is underestimating the men. Surely, if anyone could do it, it would be them. A knock makes both turn.
'Sir, we may have a problem.'
Brock glares at the news as it announces the army's favourite 'Alpha Squad' and their latest success in the war. Adavi looks up at him, the jackal gotten used to his anger a long time ago.
'Let it go, Pike.' She mutters as he flicks the TV off, almost crushing the remote as he puts it down. 'We've done more than them, anyway.'
'Exactly.' He says, squeezing the fur on her side tightly. It begins to hurt but she doesn't push him off. 'Black Forest have taken on more missions, harder missions, and because those guys are decorated, they get all the fame. It's not fair.'
Adavi pulls away slowly, shaking her head and trying to calm him down. 'I know but that can't last forever. We'll get the credit we deserve one day. You'll see.'
Brock smiles, pulling away to go look at the plans he had made for Black Forest's next mission. 'I know we will. You heard what that CIA guy said, right?'
Adavi nods slowly. She hadn't liked the man or his chimp dæmon. 'Yes, but-'
'No buts, Ada.' Pike smiles, folding up the maps and papers. 'We're going to take down that arrogant Alpha Squadron.'
'Was this a good idea?'
Russell Morrison, formerly of the US army and once in the service of Brock Pike and Agent Lynch, looks down at his tiny beetle dæmon. He can't reach Thawpi because of the ties on his arms but she has free movement, even if it won't help them much. Morrison tricked the greatest soldiers he had, then double crossed the only man who could protect him from them. None of that qualified as a good idea.
'I don't know.' Was all he said to her, sighing to himself.
Thawpi looks at the window, after the four men they framed for their death. 'This is going to get ugly, isn't it?'
Morrison nods, moving his arm as much as he can, so she can run up his arm to his face. He knows the boys will fight, will force their story out and make people listen to them, whatever action is required to make that possible. This could turn in an all out war, the boys against Lynch.
'I'm sure they can handle it. They'll get their names cleared, you'll see.'
Thawpi nods, burrowing close as she hears planes flying overhead. They can trust the A-Team.