got a text we needed to go back to work so i got dressed and headed to a cemetery. I know it's weird but jacks there
Me: Hey.
Jack: Hey
After talking a little mac showed up
Mac sat down next to and put his arm around my shoulders. I smile and lean into him while listening to Jack talk to his dad.
Mac: Hey guys jack, How's your dad?
Jack; Why don't you go ahead and ask him yourself. He's listening.
Mac: Hi, mr. Dalton. How's... Life?
Jack: Sorry, pop, he didn't mean to be rude, he's just weird. Poor thing, he's a genius when it comes to physics, but when it comes to metaphysics, he's a little slow.
Mac: Every time we get nearly killed, you come down here to talk to your dead dad, and I'm the weird one?
Jack: Hey, it's little rituals like this that give life meaning. Besides, there's not a lot of people out there you can talk to about classified missions, and my old man can keep a secret. Can't you, pop?
Me: Well, ready to go get almost killed again?
Mac: emphasis on "almost." I'm gonna bring him back in one piece, all right?
Jack: Yeah, all right. Time to go do that work, pop. I'll see you soon. I love you, boy.
We get up and walk away
Jack: So you, uh... You've been talking to your dad lately?
Mac: Eh, it's been a while. Okay, it's been a long while.
Me: Well, that's long enough. I mean, after what he did, you're gonna want to fix that, trust me.
Mac: I will, someday.
Jack: That's what I used to say till I almost ran out of some days.
Me: Just give the man a call before it's too late. All right?
Mac: It's just not that easy.
Jack: Yeah, well, it ain't that hard, neither. Listen.
Jack: If I could have one more day to sit and talk to my dad instead of that hunk of rock, I'd do anything. Anything.
Me: This thing with your dad's different. I'm not saying you should forget, but maybe it's time you forgive just a little bit. You know?
At The Phoenix Foundation
Thornton: All right, let's get to work. Over the past two years, five federal buildings in the u.s. Have been attacked, killing 28 people and wounding hundreds more. Explosive analysis from the most recent attack links these incidents to a group called division 77.
Me: D-77?
Riley: Heard stories about them in prison.They're like mercenaries or something, right?
Me: Terrorists for hire. Ex-insurgents and extremists who traded in their politics for cold hard cash. They're highly trained and very careful. Every member hidden by multiple false identities Every expense paid for by shell corporations.
Mac: So how do we find these guys?
Thornton: We don't. Not directly. But by digging into their shell corps, the FBI followed d-77's money,and it all led back to one man. Hedge fund golden boy Ralph kastrati.
Jack: Oh, that is a punchface.
Me: true
Thronton: Excuse me?
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FanfictionAngus MacGyver needs a new team mate and Ollie Brooks is perfect. Is going through hard core editing. I changed the Cover cause the other one was ugly.