Skye Miller is a small town girl from Tennessee working at the local bar... well she was. That all ended when she met Angus MacGyver. Her life changed for what some people would call the better. But for Skye, all that has caused is a rollercoaster o...
I walked into the Phoenix the next day with only one thing on my mind. I'd shut out everything that had happened yesterday, everything that happened last night, and I zoned in on one thing; Murdoc. I was going to get it out of him today no matter what it took. I was going to find out where he was keeping my son.
"Skye," Matty said calmly to me when I entered the war room alone, "I want to apologize for yesterday."
"Don't bother Matty," I held my hand up to her but I wasn't looking at her. My attention was on the large screen which showed live footage of Murdoc being brought into the Phoenix at that very moment, "Just help me find my son."
She gave one soft nod to me and then we were both out of the room and heading to meet up with Mac and Jack at interrogation.
I glanced inside of the room seeing the smug face of a killer sitting just inside. Mac took ahold of my shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.
"You ready for this?" He asked. I looked back at him with determination as my only expression.
"More than ready."
The guard standing there opened the door as a loud buzzer sounded. Mac went in first and I could already hear Murdoc talking.
"Macgyver!" He smiled, "it's such a pleasure to see you again!"
I soon followed behind and Murdoc turned his gaze to me. At first he was speechless as he just stared blankly at me.
"Hello Murdoc," I smiled at him.
"Skye," he returned giving me an odd look, "What a surprise."
"Why so shocked?" I questioned with a smirk, crossing my arms over my chest at him, "Guess your little stunt in Hawaii didn't go as planned."
"Not even a scratch," Murdoc observed looking me over, "You are one hard woman to kill Skye Miller."
Mac glanced over at me in confusion but I paid him no mind. Instead I leaned over the table gritting my teeth at the man.
"You'd better remember that," I snarled, "because if you don't tell me what I want to know, there will be no shadow dark enough to hide you from me."
Murdoc didn't flinch. He just looked back into my eyes with no emotion. That's when Mac decided to cut in. He sat the vial of blood down on the table causing the psycho's attention to turn in that direction.
"And what might that be?" He questioned leaning back in his seat.
"You know exactly what that is," Mac stated sternly.
"Now you're going to tell me where he is, right now!" I yelled in his face already losing patience.
"I don't expect you to believe this," Murdoc sighed, "but I have no idea who you are talking about."
"We don't have time for your games Murdoc!" Mac slammed his fist down on the table in anger, "where are you keeping my son!"
The man straightened up as a smirk grew across his face.
"Oh Macgyver," he smiled, "I assure you I was under the impression that I killed your son a year ago in that hospital room. If he's still alive, we were both lied to."
"What are you talking about?" Mac questioned.
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