Mission #8: About Face
Episodes of the A-Team often had glitches in them. Examples of these are sudden night fall followed by equally sudden day break; Murdock repeatedly changing his footwear (!); and my own personal favorite: Faceman making a calculation error. Unsurprisingly -- or perhaps surprisingly: fic writers don't have a tight budget or filming schedule to content with -- similar glitches appear in fanfics. Luckily, I can send Tasmin and Allison in to fix those, whereas I can do nothing about getting Murdock back his high tops.
Protectors of the Plot Continuum were founded by Jay and Acacia. About Face was written by clairon. This mission was chronicaled by IndeMaat
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Allison was doing sits ups as the console rang out a friendly beep. She stopped in the middle of a cross sit up and to look at the console in surprise: it actually had been a friendly beep. "What was that?"
"Just a minor glitch that needs repairing," Tasmin replied as she walked over to the built-in cupboard and retrieved an umbrella from it.
"We do glitches now?"
"We work on commission. We take pretty much every job." Allison knew that was true. "C'mon, get up." Tasmin opened a portal and stepped through.
Allison scrambled up to follow Tasmin. In passing she threw a look at the console. About Face, well, that didn't leave much to guess who would be the main character. And if they were going in that probably meant that the author was love struck. She shuddered as she stepped through the portal. She shivered as she emerged on the other side in the poring rain.
"At least you brought something to shield us from the rain."
But Tasmin didn't put up the umbrella. "It's not for us," she replied. "It's for them."
Allison looked on at the two figures. One holding a colorful umbrella, the other beside it in full battle gear, completely soaked. "They already got a brolly. They can share, can't they?"
"No, they can't. That's the whole problem. Hannibal is not supposed to be holding a brolly. We have to change it for this umbrella."
Allison rolled her eyes. Someone had once called her pedantic!
"Ready?" Tasmin asked.
"Guess so."
"Let's go!"
The two agents ran for Hannibal and Peck. Allison pushed past Peck as she grabbed Hannibal's brolly. The push made Peck lose his balance and he fell face down in the mud. Tasmin quickly trust the umbrella she was carrying in Hannibal's now empty hand. He stared after the two figures that sped away with his umbrella, baffled. Rain drops falling in his collar quickly made him aware they had given him a replacement umbrella. He put it up. Then he bent over to Peck, still lying in the mud.
"Get up, Lieutenant, the day isn't over yet."
Peck growled in reply.
"That is: growl, Sir!"