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TITLE: Death of a Loved One

AUTHOR: Hannurdock (Aged around 15)



STORY TYPE: Third Person

CATEGORY: Action, Adventure


DISCLAIMER: I knew nothing about copyright back then, I just loved the team. No profit was gained from this or any other A-Team story wrote, only satisfaction. Comments - If you want, but go easy - I was only young.


Three men ran down an alleyway, one was fleeing from the other two. Frankie Santana ran for his life, the drug dealers he had tracked down chasing him.

“Hannibal, being chased down 7th” Puffed Frankie into his tracking monitor.

“Frankie, lead these sleaze balls to .....” Hannibals voice trailed off as a large bang echoed through his receiver. The noise sounded like a bullet.

“Frankie ....” Shouted Hannibal in alarm. As BA drove the van to 7th street, Hannibal saw two men draw a senseless Frankie into their van.

“Step on it, BA” Ordered Hannibal. BA put pedal to the metal and sped after the now escaping van.

As the team gave chase, Hannibal saw something being dropped out of the van, and as it rolled across the road, Hannibal recognised the figure.

“Pull up, BA” Yelled Hannibal frantically and darted after the rolling figure.

The figure was rolling towards the edge of a steep drop, but Hannibal reached him before he rolled off.

Dropping to one knee Hannibal examined the fallen figure.

Meanwhile, BA had cornered the drug dealers and brought them back to Hannibal. As he drew near he saw Hannibal desperately trying to revive Frankie.

“Hannibal .... he aint dead, is he?” BA said quietly.

Hannibal ignored him and continued CPR on Frankie Santana who showed no sign of re-cooperating.

Finally, Frankie coughed up air and found himself looking up at a very relieved Hannibal. He pushed closer to Hannibal as he saw the two ruffions with BA. Then Frankie closed his tired eyes and fell unconscious.

Hannibal put his hand over the bleeding bullet wound on Frankie’s stomach.

“What are we going to do with these jerks?” Asked BA quietly.

Hannibal took off his coat and wrapped it round the sleeping Frankie. Then he stood up, reached for his machete and paced toward the two terrified drug dealers BA was clutching tightly. The gun was placed one of the men’s heads.

“Who are you working for?” Asked Hannibal.

“JJesse Wiles, rrrenouned ddrug dealer” Stuttered the thug.

“Shut up” Snapped the other.

“Which one of you shot Frankie, just out of curiosity?” Asked Hannibal.

“I did” Said the one who had told his friend to shut up. Hannibal shoved the machete into his stomach.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Exclaimed the man in fright.

Hannibal pulled the trigger, and watched the man fall at his feet. Then, picking up the half-dead man, threw him over the drop. Then, signaling BA, the other one was brought up to the drop and BA held his feet, while the rest of the thug was dangling over the cliff.

“Fuck you” The thug cried.

“I wouldn’t be so cocky, after all your wit is not the most important thing in your life, gravity is!” Hannibal said calmly, checking on the sleeping Frankie. Frankie opened his eyes painfully.

“Hannibal ....”

Hannibal smiled gently at Frankie “Sleep, Kid”

“Hannibal .... ?” Frankie began.

“What?” Asked Hannibal.

Tears formed in Frankie’s eyes. “Hannibal .... I’m scared”

Hannibal lifted Frankie up and hugged him. While they were embracing, his eyes filled with tears, and with an accusing finger pointed toward Frankie. “See what you’ve done!”

The thug began to cry.

“Where can we find your boss?”

“Mall Lane, J R Roadway” Said the thug.

“Let him go, BA” Ordered Hannibal.

With a yell the man disappeared over the edge of the drop.

Frankie was seated in the van, and Hannibal pulled down the bunk bed, pulled the sheets over and helped Frankie inside.

“We’ll get you to the hospital as soon as we can” Promised Hannibal.

As they arrived at the hospital, Frankie was taken in for immediate surgery.


“I’m sorry to tell you your friend died during surgery”

“Nooooooooo” Hannibal’s yell of fury whipped through the hospital like a knife through butter.

Hannibal and BA walked slowly out of the hospital together. BA ventured an arm around Hannibal’s shoulders.

“Can’t we get through to Face or Murdock” Asked Hannibal. BA shook his head sadly.

Hannibal took a last look at the hospital logo and name before entering the van. ‘Jesse Wilkes Hospital’.


“Where have I heard that name before” Mused Hannibal.

As they left the hospital, Hannibal realised “What was the guy’s name again, the serial killer, I mean?”

BA said “Jesse Wilkes, I think”

“Did you catch the hospital’s name?”

The van swerved round and headed back to the hospital. BA and Hannibal rushed inside to find the Corpse Room.

“Here he is Hannibal” BA said quietly.

“Frankie, Frankie, wake up” Pleaded Hannibal.

Frankie opened his eyes. “Hi guys, I thought I was dead”.

Hannibal sighed as Frankie got off the bed. “So did we, Kid”.

“Welcome ....” Said a voice.

BA and Hannibal spun round.

“I’m Jesse Wilkes, can I help you?” A small frail woman came into the room.

“Why the act?” Hannibal asked suspiciously.

“We needed live bodies for experimental surgery”

“Oh, what’s going to happen to us then?” Asked Hannibal, holding Frankie close.

Jesse pulled out a gun and pointed it at Frankie. Hannibal protectively pushed Frankie behind him.

Jesse walked towards him. “Now, you die like your friend here shall”.

Hannibal ran towards the woman before she shot at him and tackled her. The gun was soon swept out of her hand.

“Curse you” She yelled angrily as Hannibal pinned her across one of the bodies.

One fist knocked her out, and then Hannibal grabbed Frankie and signalled BA to follow him. They all escaped to the van. As BA drove off, Hannibal was in deep thought.

“The bullet is still inside him, however he isn’t bleeding too much” Hannibal confirmed.

“What are we going to do?” BA asked.

“I don’t trust any hospital now. Guess I’ll have to get it out myself”.


Two hours later The A-Team van was cruising along the highway. Frankie Santana was asleep on the bunk bed. Hannibal and BA were in the front seats of the van, with BA driving. Hannibal was thinking.

“Did you get it out alright?” Asked BA.

Hannibal nodded. “The chloroform worked, poor Kid passed right out.”

The A-Team van stopped at a T-Junction as two people got in.

“Sorry we’ve been so long” Said Face.

“Yeah, and ..... oh ......what’s happened to Frankie?” Asked Murdock.

“Sshhhhh, I’ll tell you later” Shushed Hannibal.

The A-Team van sped off into the distance as the sun set.