Title: The Retriever: Third Story of my series

Author : Susie Owens

Summary: Stockwell sends one of his special agents after Murdock.

Warning m/m sex

Disclaimers : I don't own them.

Copyright ã Susie Owens March 2006


Did he really think I was just going to let him go? That I had no idea where he was ? I had my men following him ever since he decided to take a powder. No one, and I mean no one, double crosses me and gets away with it. He was coming back, and I knew just who to send to bring him back. I pressed my hand down on the buzzer and spoke calmly into it.

"Carla, send in Able 523."

A few minutes later my best Retriever strolled into my office. He stood 6 ft 4 inches tall. He had cold dark brown eyes, reddish blond hair, and a scar down the side of his face. But the most importance feature that stood out was that Able 523 was blind.

"I was told you wanted to see me, General."

"Yes, I do. Sit down."

I watched as Able 523 sat down. I never could figure out how he did it. He neither used a dog, nor a cane, yet he knew how to get around.

"I guess you know that Murdock left?" I asked him.

"Mind if I smoke, General?"

I shook my head then caught myself; it's easy to forget he's blind.

"No, go ahead."

He nodded and took a cigar off my desk and lighted it up. I watched as he inhaled deeply before speaking

"General, you asked me about Murdock, and to answer your question,. yeah, I heard. So you want me to bring him back. And, I take it, alive, or you wouldn't be calling me in."

"Yes, I want him back alive. I have plans for him."

"Why? He's a loose cannon. Murdock's not really your agenda, is he, General? You're after bigger game. You had them once and they eluded you. So let me guess, General, you want them back . The A-Team ."

"Yes, and Murdock is the key to getting them back."

He got up and walked over to the door.

"My price has gone up, General."

"You work for me, I said.

"Not any more, General . If you want Murdock back, you've got to pay my price."

I hated him, but he was the best, and he knew it. How much?"

"A quarter of a million dollars."

"Alright. But it will take time," I replied between my gritted teeth.

"Fine. Just have it in my account before I leave. Oh and General don't send anyone else this is my bird."



I was lying on my bed. My skin was glimmering in sweat. I groaned a little as Murdock's tongue licked up and down my cock, teasing me.

"Murdock! For the love of Mike will you please take me and suck."

"There's no one named Mike here, only you and I, Face, and I want to tasted the nectar of purity before I immerse in it."

I wanted to scream. Murdock was now licking the top of my cock. I could feel his tongue slashing in and out.


He said nothing as he slowly placed his mouth over my burning, aching cock and sucked. I could no longer hold it in, and my liquid flowed into his mouth.

"Ah, the taste of you mean pure honey. There's nothing else like it."

I smiled . "Now I want to taste the pure honey

He looked up at me. I caught the look in his eyes. "Face, you're wrong; my honey isn't purified. It's been tainted."

I sat up . My fingers were running gently across his face.

"You let me be the judge of that."



What was the matter with me? I have dreamt about this night for a long time, and now I just couldn't let Face be the receiver, only the taker. I turned and looked at Face. "I love being with you. You complete me. I'm just not sure if I'm good enough for you."

I watched him, knowing he would get up and leave, but I was surprised when he gently took my cock and stroked it . "Murdock, let me take away the demon that found you in prison. "

He said no more, but moved his mouth over my burning cock, and he sucked so gently, like a baby to a mother's breast. : The world was now at a standstill as I came for Face. And he looked into my eyes, and I saw only love.

"Best damn honey I ever had, he said as we went into each other arms and stayed that way for the rest of the night.



I was making my rounds when I spotted him getting off the bus. Every warning bell in my body went off, and I knew this guy was trouble. I strolled over to him and he turned around.

"It ain't nice to be sneaking up on a blind man, mister."

"Just being friendly . I like to know who comes into my town," I answered.

I watched as he reached out his hand. "Galloway ,Thomas Galloway. I'm just passing through."

Why were my senses telling me this guy was trouble?

"Say, friend, know any good places to eat around here?"

"The Second Chance is a pretty good place."

"Second Chance, huh? Catchy name, would you be willing to take me there? I mean since I can't see."

"Sure," I said as I took his arm and led him to Face's place, but the warning bells were still going off. This guy needed watching.

Abel 523

So this fellow was Smith. His voice sounded just like the recordings Stockwell played for me. I knew by the sound of his voice he didn't trust me, but it didn't matter to me . I was paid to do a job, and I was going to do it. I was prepared for Smith to toss me in his jail .But as we entered through the doors, I could heard the sound of people talking and the smell of food.

"Okay, here we are, the best place in town to eat. Here, let me take you to a table, or do you prefer a booth?"

My inner feelings were tingling. This didn't make sense. I was sure my feelings were right, that Smith knew why I was there.

"No, that's not necessary. I can manage."

I felt him take my hand again.

"Come, don't be so self conscious. This is your first day here in our little town. So let me help you."

I had no choice but to let Smith take me to a table. As I sat down, I felt someone else sitting down too. I hated when someone sat down and I had no clue to as who they were..

"You seem nervous, Mr. Galloway. Anything wrong?" Smith asked as I felt him sitting down at the table as well.

`Don't lose control, Galloway ` "No everything's fine. But can I have a table to myself?"

"Sorry, the place is full, and this person has to eat too. Oh, let me introduce you to Scooter."

I reached out my hand to shake Scooter's hand, but I felt nothing.

"Oh, you must forgive Scooter. He's not very friendly, and he doesn't speak a word . I'll go get Bonnie to take your orders."


I left our friend with BA . I had to leave before I lost it. The face BA gave me when I introduced him as Scooter was priceless. I walked into the kitchen where Face and Murdock seemed to be arguing.

"Murdock, there is nothing wrong with a microwave, and I only used it to heat up food if I'm in a hurry."

"It's just wrong, Face. A good meal should never be rushed. I refuse to use a microwave."

I watched as Face threw his hands in the air. "I give up. Okay, you go out and tell Mr. Howl his lunch will be late because you won't heat it up."

"I didn't say I wouldn't heat it up. Just that I won't use a microwave."

Okay, it was now time for me to step in. "Murdock, I want you to take a peep at the man sitting with BA at table ten."


Both Face, and I looked out to the dining room, and I wasn't surprised to see who was sitting with BA.

"Do you know him,? Murdock? " Face asked.

I nodded my head. "He's known as Abel 523 . He's a Retriever, and I'm his bird."

"So Thomas Galloway isn't his name?" Hannibal asked.

"If that's what he told you, then yes, it's his name. At least for now. Guys, I'm sorry, but I have to leave."

"Leave? But why, Murdock? We won't let him take you back." Face said as he moved closer to me.

I touched his soft face. "I don't want to, but I have to. Abel 523 may be blind, but his other senses keep him alert."

"Not when he has nothing to go on. BA is out there with orders not to talk to him. And if Abel 523 can't hear hen he's at a disadvantaged."


Hannibal was right. As I looked out at the man, he seemed nervous I turned back to Hannibal. "So what's the plan?"

Hannibal gave me one of his barracuda smiles and said,. "We're going to let him take Murdock back."

Both Murdock and I stared at him for a moment then saw something that I knew would some day come back: . The Jazz. I had no idea what Hannibal had in mind, but Abel 523 and Stockwell better watch out.


I don't like this one bit. I know something going to go wrong. It always does. It's hard to believe this guy is blind. I just hope that Face keeps Murdock in the back. Oh no! What's she doing? No, Bonnie, please stay away.

Abel 523

Smith has me in a bind. From what I've been told, only Baracus could remain quiet like that. He's good, but someone's not. Come on, just a little bit closer.

"Hey BA. What's...

I stood up and swung around. Before she could finished I had her with one arm pinned against her neck.


I quickly stood up to help Bonnie. But I knocked over the chair at the same time.

Abel 523

"Smith! Tell Baracus to back off. I will kill the girl if he doesn't."


"BA, back off" I ordered. "Okay, Galloway, if that is your name. I did what you asked , now let the girl go."

Abel 523

I was enjoying this; , Smith thought he could out smart me. This was so easy.

"You know what I came for, Smith. Give me Murdock, and the girl goes free. If you don't, I'll kill her and that will be another ..."

Damn, I felt his hands on me and I felt the pain. As I fell into darkness, I wondered why I didn't hear him.


I just stood there. I felt Face `s arms around me. I looked over at him and saw him smiling at me and I let him take me back into the kitchen.

"Murdock, I'm proud of you. How did you ever sneak up on him?"

"I move like the breeze. I can neither be heard, nor felt.," I replied.

"Uh, Murdock. You can feel a breeze, " Face reminded me.

"Not my breeze, " I answered.

Once we were back in the kitchen, BA and Hannibal carried Abel 523 in and secured him on the prep table. Then Hannibal threw a cup of water on him to bring him around.


It was just like the old days, having the bad guy right where you wanted him . I could feel the jazz pumping though my body.

"Mr. Galloway. I hope you had a nice nap."

"Smith, it wasn't a nap. Someone clobbered me from behind."

I was enjoying this. The look in his eyes told me he wasn't used to not being in control.

"I clobbered you from behind, Galloway.," I heard Murdock saying. "I moved like the breeze that can neither be heard, nor felt."

"You feel a breeze, you idiot," our prisoner snapped back.

"Not my breeze.," Murdock replied, as he leaned over Galloway.


I had enough of Murdock's breeze, and I pushed him aside.

" Okay, Hannibal, what's the plan?"

Oh no, there it was again, that look. The look that always meant trouble.

"Hannibal. You know we don't like that look. We're no longer ..." I stopped. It was useless now, he was on the jazz.


They knew I was on the jazz. I couldn't help myself. It was in my blood, and it had laid dormant long enough.

"Galloway, you are going to take us to Stockwell."

"And if I refuse."

"You won't. You know Stockwell will have you killed if you don't return Murdock."

"I don't work for Stockwell. He works for me."

"Oh, well, then that's a different story. BA, let him loose. He can go back and explain to Stockwell how he failed."

Abel 523

This was not how this was supposed to go down. I was supposed to have Murdock and be on our way back to Stockwell. I suddenly thought of an idea that I knew would work.

"So, Peck? You think Murdock waited for you? You think he's perfect? Well, I got news for you, pal. He's not! Murdock slept with Stockwell. They were lovers. Stockwell bragged about it all the time."

I waited and listened to the quiet. I had him. I could just see Peck in my mind telling Murdock off and saying he never wanted to see him again. And Murdock begging for forgiveness. But instead, I felt Peck `s breath on me as he leaned over me and said,

"I want you to know something, you piece of dirt. Murdock would never consent to be Stockwell `s lover. I no doubt believe they slept together, but not with Murdock's consent."

I knew I was beaten. There was nothing else to do

"Okay, Smith. What do you wanted me to do?"

"I already told you, take us to Stockwell."


I was going over some paper work when Carla walked in.

"General, Abel 523 has returned with Captain Murdock."

I looked up and saw Abel 523 standing there with Murdock, who didn't look at all too pleased.

"Welcome back, Captain. We missed you."

"I didn't come back on my own. I was forced to come back.

I turned back to Abel 523.

"Did the A-Team followed you?"

"Gee, Stockwell, I have no idea ."

I shook my head as I turned and asked his driver, who only shrugged his shoulders.

"You mean to tell me you didn't notice anyone following you on the road?"

Again the driver just shrugged his shoulders. I wanted the A-Team . Why didn't they followed Galloway.?

"Sir, what do you want me to do with the body in the back?" Abel 523's driver said out of the blue.

"Body? What body?"

Abel 523 just shrugged his shoulders . "I have no idea what he's talking about."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you. That blond tried to get him." He was pointing at Murdock. "Out of the car, so I clobbered him and put him into the trunk."

This was better than I expected. With Peck here, too, getting the rest of them would be easy.

"Go out and bring Peck in.," I ordered the driver. But he just stood there.

"I don't work for you, mister, and even if I did, I'm a driver, not a delivery man . I'll take you to the car, but you can get him."

I nodded my head and got Abel 9 and 7 to go with me. Once to the car the driver opened up the trunk, and there lay Peck . I reached in to grab him when suddenly I saw a gun pointing at my face and felt another one against my back. Damn. You'd think by now, having them work for me so long, I would know Smith. And since I heard nothing from Abel 9 and 7, Murdock and Baracus must have them.


I was really getting bored in that trunk. Sometimes Hannibal's plans drive me crazy, but this one seem to have worked. We had Stockwell, but what were we going to do with him? We couldn't just kill him. I only knew in my heart I wanted this to be over so Murdock and I could have the life that man stole from us. I hope Murdock was safe and keeping BA on his toes.


As I was tying up our guest I glance over at Murdock who was pacing back in forth. I knew he was worried but I also wondered what Hannibal had in store for Stockwell.



Once this is over with, I'm going to give Face the best shower he's ever had. After all he deserves it. He never questioned about what Stockwell did to me. I'm really a very lucky man. I watched as BA finished tying up Abel 7 and 9

"So, Big Guy, what now?"

"We wait for Hannibal and Face to get back."

I nodded my head.


Well we had both Stockwell and Galloway secured. I wasn't sure what Hannibal had planned but I knew it would be big and jazzy. Right now all I wanted was to be with Murdock.

We entered the room together I rented for the night. We stood there for a moment then Murdock sat down on the bed.

"Face. I want you to know how much I love you. But you must know that even though Stockwell and I..."

I place my lips to his so he couldn't finish. "I know, Murdock. I know . You don't have to say anything. I want you to know I love you so much. Hannibal will take care of Stockwell."

I looked deep into his dark eyes. I saw some fear there. "Don't worry, even though Stockwell deserves what he gets. Hannibal will stay with in the law."


I nodded my head, grabbing Face, and together we fell on the bed. There was a loud crash. Both me and Face stared. The bed had fallen, but it didn't matter. We were together, and soon Stockwell would be out of our lives.


The End