fondestmemory
May. 25th, 2015 07:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
at_face_valueThe job was going smoothly. It was going so smoothly that Face was actually beginning to get worried. No brawls, no guns pulled on them, none of the team had been kidnapped - it was enough to set a guy on edge. You would think infiltrating and bringing down a gun smuggling ring would have ended up with at least something going a little wrong. But it hadn’t. Which would be why he couldn’t shake the niggling feeling like the universe was saving up for one, big screw up.
The slime-ball of the week was a guy by the name of Franklin Roberts. He ran a minor gun running operation over the Mexican border; one that involved a lot of palm greasing. When someone didn’t agree with him, they were either paid off or run off - and when someone didn’t agree with him and refused to back down, things got very dangerous, very quickly. That was what their client, Harry, found out the hard way. Wound up in the hospital with a broken leg, a girlfriend in ICU, and lucky to be alive.
They always were a sucker for an underdog trying to do good.
The plan was simple enough; convince Roberts that they had a similar operation running in L.A., and that they wanted to work together. Face was up as the front-man, Hannibal was playing the money-man, and B.A. was their supplier. With the three of them having their faces known to Roberts, Murdock was acting as their behind-the-scenes support for the op.
But, for the moment, Face was in his element; and that was enough to soothe his raw nerves for now. The party was high class, the kind he hadn’t been able to visit in a long time. The downside of being assumed dead, apparently. He lifted a glass of champagne from a passing server, letting his eyes scan the crowd as he sipped it. God, he missed this. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted - which would probably be about three hours. He had a feeling Hannibal wouldn’t be picking up any more high profile jobs like this one for a while. Keeping their faces out of the media was a pretty integral part of the A-Team staying dead.
He casually glanced at the watch of a nearby guest - almost show time. Hannibal should be wrapping up his schmoozing sweep through the room, and Face had charmed his good share of guests. He had eyes on Roberts, and was just waiting for the moment to approach.
The slime-ball of the week was a guy by the name of Franklin Roberts. He ran a minor gun running operation over the Mexican border; one that involved a lot of palm greasing. When someone didn’t agree with him, they were either paid off or run off - and when someone didn’t agree with him and refused to back down, things got very dangerous, very quickly. That was what their client, Harry, found out the hard way. Wound up in the hospital with a broken leg, a girlfriend in ICU, and lucky to be alive.
They always were a sucker for an underdog trying to do good.
The plan was simple enough; convince Roberts that they had a similar operation running in L.A., and that they wanted to work together. Face was up as the front-man, Hannibal was playing the money-man, and B.A. was their supplier. With the three of them having their faces known to Roberts, Murdock was acting as their behind-the-scenes support for the op.
But, for the moment, Face was in his element; and that was enough to soothe his raw nerves for now. The party was high class, the kind he hadn’t been able to visit in a long time. The downside of being assumed dead, apparently. He lifted a glass of champagne from a passing server, letting his eyes scan the crowd as he sipped it. God, he missed this. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted - which would probably be about three hours. He had a feeling Hannibal wouldn’t be picking up any more high profile jobs like this one for a while. Keeping their faces out of the media was a pretty integral part of the A-Team staying dead.
He casually glanced at the watch of a nearby guest - almost show time. Hannibal should be wrapping up his schmoozing sweep through the room, and Face had charmed his good share of guests. He had eyes on Roberts, and was just waiting for the moment to approach.
