Kidnapped (MacGyver Fanfic)

Guns n' Blades

THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

     Pain. Blood. Everywhere. After he came back from unconsciousness, Mac had endured 2 gunshot wounds to his shoulder and upper thigh. The picana had been used on him numerous times attempting to extract information from him. Attempting. He had not given anything up from where the file was, The Pentagon, to the color of the file, black. The thing that was really pushing him to his limit was the person who kidnapped him.

      "Hello, Angus," a man said as he entered the room with a bag of weapons in his left hand, patting Mac's cheek with the other.

       "I... prefer... Mac," Macgyver said as he muttered it under his breath and shook his head pushing the hand off of his face making his headache worse, "having...fun time?"

     "Quite so. I never realized how strong of a man I had kidnapped until now. Some might say you are different from others. Others claim that you are the smartest man in the U.S. government. Amazingly, some say you are the U.S. government. Making your own parachute from a canvas, tie-downs, and air, you are incredible! I am so honored to have an agent that has accomplished all of these great titles and achievements that came from hard work. But, that leads me to ask, who are you really?"

     MacGyver's fists were clenched as hard as he could bear; he could have relieved stress from the past two weeks. Also, sadness sunk in him. He had felt a familiarity with this man but didn't know what it was.

     Mac took in a big breath, preparing him for the rant he was about to say, "You do not know me. Stop... pretending that you have my whole life story... about all of my accomplishments...in my great, perfect life, supposedly... You are not one to even... have that feeling... of something being great."

     Mac was on the verge of either crying or tearing apart the whole room, his captor didn't know. His detainer was getting angry. Mac had gotten under his skin, and he finally knew it. But it was not going to stop him from doing any harmful things to get information. MacGyver just settled back in his chair and was breathing heavily.

     "Are you ready to talk now, then?" he said holding back any emotions he had, "Let's start small. Who do you work for?"

     MacGyver just stared at him blankly. He couldn't believe it. He just continued, not even giving thought to something being great.

     "I work... for no one. I am independent, just doing... jobs that people ask me to do. I do... the dirty work for agencies... that... don't... want to get... caught," he used all of his strength at that last part to get it out, trying to make his lie unnoticeable and to not get caught.

      His incarcerator took a step toward him with a serrated blade. "I can tell you are trying your best, but the CIA tells lies better than you, and, believe me, I see them lie all the time," gesturing towards the bloody torture weapons.

     With no emotion at all, only determination, Mac's captor plunged the knife into Mac's side, purposefully missing any vital organs needed to survive so all he felt was pain.

     "Tell me what I want to know!" he said as he twisted the knife in Mac's side making him scream and cry out for help.

     "Ne-ver," Mac said to his father spitting right next to him.

     "Okay, I guess we'll just have to try something different," the man said as he picked up a cattle prod and used it right in his knife wound.

Mac and Bozer's House

     "Come on, Ri! What is taking you so long?" Jack said still pacing around the house.

     "I am going as fast as I can, Jack! I am looking at hundreds, no, thousands of security cameras in all of California," Riley was sitting on the couch typing away looking for security cameras in the area that the SWAT agents had ordered her to do.

     Riley looked stressed and overly tired. Bozer was sitting on the couch tapping his heel on the floor putting his head in his hands. He didn't know how Riley and Jack were even talking, he was exhausted. The chloroform from the syringe was giving him a headache and making him feel nauseous.

     "Please tell me this is not normal for what you guys do every day," Bozer said worrying about his friends, "please tell me that you guys don't get killed every day."

     There was a moment of silence as neither Jack nor Riley responded to his plea. They both just stopped what they were doing, even Riley stopped typing to hear her friend.

     "This is what happens regularly and I didn't know about it for most of my time knowing Angus MacGyver, my friend? I am sorry if you think I am acting too strange, but I just found out that the only people I know right now are secret agents working for the government. Can we just calm down, quit pacing, and try our best to find our brother?"

     Bozer had hit the spot. Riley and Jack had actually listened to this very well and understood what he was saying. They had been too busy trying to fix their own problem that they had totally forgotten about Mac's best friend since childhood, and he was here.

      "Sorry, Boze. I had no idea," Riley said with a sympathetic look. She got up and hugged him, making Bozer smile a little despite the sincerity of the situation.

     "It's okay. I am just not handling this as well as I wanted to in the first place. I want Mac to be okay, but I know that that is unlikely in this situation," Bozer said with and understanding tone.

     Jack abandoned the carpet in front of the door to go give Bozer a hug also, "We're here for you, buddy. Always."

     Commander Ridley came into the living room where the 3 friends were now settled down and working with Riley.

     "Do any of you know a Jake MacGyver?" he said looking at dog tags, interrupting their conversation with each other.

     Jack turned to him, looking confused, "Are those military dog tags?"

     Commander Ridley shifted uncomfortably, holding the dog tags in his left hand, "Yes, we found them hidden in the outlet in his room. He pulled out all of the wires so he could put this one thing there. If Agent Angus MacGyver even put it there."

     Jack had all of his attention focused on the Commander now, "It's Mac. Can I see them?"

     The commander agreed non-reluctantly giving Jack the dog tags, "Knock yourself out."

     After realizing what he had just said, he had a little embarrassed look on his face.

     Jack examined it very closely looking at every scratch and mark there was. There was a mark on the back of it. It was barely noticeable, but it looked like someone had held it for a long while and written on it.

     "Look for writing. There is something on it," Jack said giving it back to Commander Ridley before saluting and going back to help Riley.

The Phoenix Foundation

     "You know that I cannot give you that. No, you listen to me! You know what? Bye, I'll just deal with it myself," Matty responded to a voice on the phone.

     Jill entered the room with an abrupt moment of silence, "We are receiving a video call right now," she said quickly, "MacGyver is in it."

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