Struggle

Title: Struggle
By: Junkfoodmonkey
Rated: PG
Summary: A painful discovery.
Disclaimer: The A-Team doesn't belong to me. I'm not making any money from this.

Struggle

Face picked up the phone. Dead. He traced the cord back to the wall to find it had been unplugged. He plugged it back in and called Hannibal.

"Murdock's gone."

"Damn. Are there signs of a struggle?"

Face looked around the apartment. At the walls lined with tinfoil. At the TV set with a piece of paper taped over the screen, the word LIAR written on it. On the side facing the screen.

He picked up a sheet from one of the many tottering piles of paper and notebooks. Writing covered even the covers of the notebooks. The writing was small, the pressure hard, gouging the pages.

they listen to me they want to make me do things I dont want to they talk to me at night in my dreams lies lies lies

Face felt tears prick his eyes.

"Yes," he answered quietly. Signs of a struggle.

"Damn," Hannibal said again. "Any blood? Think he's wounded?"

"What?" Face shook himself. "No."

Yes he was. Not all wounds were visible.

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