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Nuke the mountain!
Who needs the A-team when you have nuclear missiles! Without hesitation, you push the button and quickly reduce Bill Gates and Chevy Chase's mountain hideout to a deep, overly radiated crater with a little bit of Bill Gates and Chevy Chase paste at the bottom. Hooray you!
Unfortunately for you, Mr. T of the A-team is deeply upset that you turned down his fool-pitying services. So not many people find it surprising when he crashes through your palace and give you a memorable beating. Your only consolation as you recover in your private hospital is that Bill Gates and Chevy Chase are dead.