Eye of the Storm Part 4

Murdock felt comfortable as he began to wake up. That surprised him, he wracked his brain trying to remember where he would be that he would be comfortable. The last thing he remembered was being back in Vietnam and being shot. That could only mean one thing, he was dead.

Murdock's eyes snapped open and searched his surroundings. It didn't look very much like Heaven. Where he was looked a lot like a bedroom. He tried to sit up to get a better view as he did pain in his shoulder exploded.

He clutched at the offending joint as he sat up and hissed. "Hell definitely Hell."

Looking around he saw he was in what looked like a quaint guest room decorated with shades of green. Pushing back the green blanket that covered him he saw he was in a dark blue cotton pajama pants and a clean white t shirt.

He got up from the bed. The floor was cold on his bare feet. He walked out into the hallway and heard voices. He followed the voices down the hall, turning the corner he found their source.

B.A., Face, and Hannibal sat around the table in the kitchen when Murdock appeared in the doorway. "Hey Man." B.A. greeted with a smile as he got up from his chair and offered it to the thin pilot. "You want something to eat?"

Murdock stared back blankly, slightly slack jawed as he sank into the seat B.A. had vacated.

"Well say something…how do you feel?" Face asked a little nervously wondering where Murdock thought he was this time.

"Well I'm starving…" Murdock spoke cautiously as if speaking louder would wake him from the pleasant dream he was having. "Where are we and how'd we get here? Last thing I remember I was flying a helicopter and I got shot. This isn't Heaven is it? we aren't all dead, right? Gosh, I hope we didn't crash." Murdock's mind ran through a whole list of horrible scenarios that could have happened.

"We didn't crash fool we aren't Dead." B.A. explained as he poured a glass of milk and set it in front of Murdock.

"No we're in Australia, beautiful land of Sun and Sand. Ah, the house belongs to two lovely sister's Karen and Casey they're letting us stay for a little while until I get our travel arrangements booked. They're out now shopping with Tia." Face smiled charmingly as he explained.

"Wow, but how did we get here?" Murdock was drawing a complete blank.

"You flew us here two days ago you don't remember…" Face's smile faded.

"You gave us a bit of a scare Captain." Hannibal spoke up for the first time.

"Oh." Murdock wiped the milk from his upper lip.

"Yeah first you thought it was 1969 and the War was still on. We practically had to drag you from the chopper… just like the medics at the base that time, remember." Face recalled the events that Murdock's expression revealed he didn't remember.

"Oh well hum…" Face started again. "Then you thought you were some kind of secret agent on a mission." Hannibal watched Murdock closely and saw the slight change in his demeanor, it was very slight but Murdock had tensed.

"Did I really, that's crazy." Murdock chuckled a little.

"Yeah I know I thought it was silly, probably all in your head." Face said knowingly.

"Geez yeah, you know this imagination of mine. Did I say anything really wild Face?" Murdock off handedly inquired.

"No I wouldn't say anything wild. Not that I heard." Face tried to think.

Hannibal stood up. "You were as tight lipped as the best G-man, Murdock." Hannibal smiled at the younger man as he passed by on his way out the back door. He saw Murdock relax.

"Good, really really good, that's great." Murdock rambled.

"Yeah, you better not do anymore of that crazy nonsense." B.A. thought about the CIA agent he'd met in the cockpit of the plane and set a plate of scrambled eggs in front of his friend. "Now eat, you'll feel better."

"Hey thanks B.A." Murdock picked up his fork and smiled. "So Face how are we getting back home?"

"Well take a look at these." Face produced a stack of brochures on cruises. "I think these two would work the best for us." He showed Murdock two of the brochures from the top of the stack.

"I like that one." Murdock pointed to the one on the left.

"Really?" Face questioned.

"Yeah that boat's Blue." Murdock explained.

"Man fool what's the boat being Blue got to do with anything?" B.A. argued.

"Well I like blue. It's the color of the sky." Murdock said innocently as he ate the eggs he'd been given.

"Yeah well Sky's got nothing to do with what boat we're taking home." B.A. ribbed the pilot jokingly. He knew he wasn't exactly showing it but he really was thankful Murdock flew them out of the jungle.

Hannibal sat of the railing of the porch and listened to Murdock and B.A. carrying on inside.

He thought about how only two days ago after the plane had landed, Face had been sent to get them a ride and he and B.A. had been discussing how to hide the plane when he'd realized Murdock hadn't come out of the cockpit.

They'd found him asleep in the pilot's chair, he'd slept for nearly fifty two hours. Hannibal had figured he needed the time to put his head and everything back in order.

Thinking of order and planes Hannibal went back to what he'd been doing before he'd been distracted by the guys. He was writing detailed instructions of What Karen and Casey should say when they call the US army to tell them they found the general's plane after the A Team was long gone, of course.

"Well what about a red Boat." Face's voice carried from the kitchen.

"Red?" B.A. and Murdock asked together.

Hannibal chuckled to himself, it was going to be a long boat ride. But he knew now the team would make it home.

The End

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