Prologue
Hannibal Smith stood outside the Silver Creek Retirement Community Home and smiled satisfactorily at his team. They had successfully completed another mission for General Stockwell Hunt and their full presidential pardon was now, surely, within their reach.
Of course they couldn't have accomplished this mission without the help of two feisty pensioners called Bernie and George, who were at this very minute, whisking Frankie off and telling him exactly how they would cope with chasing "thugs through the park".
"Chasing thugs through the park," repeated Hannibal with some amusement. "It's got a nice ring to it doesn't it?"
"It has a terrible ring to it," replied Face, rather apprehensively.
"Just think, if we get a pardon we may never have to eat a knuckle sandwich again," said Murdock.
"Wouldn't bet on it crazy man," said BA. "Looks like Hannibal is on the jazz again."
Murdock looked questionably at Hannibal.
"You tell me right now," he said. "You tell me right to my face that you don't have a plan?"
"Well," said Hannibal, "I was thinking, like Bernie and George – what are we going to do when this thing is over? I mean, what are we really qualified to do?"
"Go after thugs in the park?" answered Face, somewhat resignedly.
Hannibal continued with a gleam of mischief in his eye.
"And outlaw motor cycle gangs and organised crime figures. Why, there's a world of slimeballs out there!"
"I knew it!" exclaimed Murdock. "I just knew you had a plan."
"Comforting, isn't it?" replied Hannibal, with a big smile on his face.
"I'll get the van," said BA.
"OK," said Hannibal. "We'll rescue Frankie and then we'll head back to the hotel for our de-brief with Stockwell."
