[The True MacGyver]

Chapter 3: The Paperwork or the Footwork
“Pete I lost the disk,” MacGyver spat out over his boss’s desk. Pete looked dumbfounded. It was almost as if he was unaware that MacGyver was able to fail.
“Well how did you lose it? Did you just drop it or forget where you placed it?” Pete asked sarcastically.
“Murdoc stole it from me. He rigged my couch to a bomb. I couldn’t stop him.” Mac said somewhat disappointed.
“Well why can’t you just kill the man and be done with it?” Pete asked, nearly forgetting he was talking about Murdoc.
“He’s like a cockroach! You can’t kill him. You can only delay him. If you defeat him he’ll spend a month or two planning revenge.” MacGyver leaned on Pete’s desk. He hung his head in shame. Pete still gazed in awe. Mac rose his stare to Pete. “What was on that disk anyway?”
“The entire staff list of the Phoenix Foundation…”
“Well that’s not too bad.”
“…the current locations of all the field operatives…”
“That’s not good.”
“… and the location of our top secret gravitational weaponry.”
“Why did we have all this information on one disk?”
“Mac, with that in the wrong hands, we’ve endangered the entire company.”
“Correction. The entire world.”
“How do you figure that?”
“If these weapons are strong enough, a celestial being could be pulled to earth. The entire globe could be held ransom.”
“Well that’s comforting!”
“Wait a minute! That disk still says I’m in Morocco, doesn’t it?”
“Well, yes I suppose. What’s your point?”
“I can bring back these operatives back. I’d be moving under-the-radar!”
“This also means that not all listed operatives are still in their mission parameters. They could be right here!”
“Pete I gotta do this! It was my fault in the first place. I have an edge on the competition.”
“As your boss, I cannot let you set out on a personal vendetta. As your friend, I’ll provide the equipment. But that wouldn’t be too much. What do you need? A coffee can and a rubber band?” Mac smiled and filed out the door. Within a few hours Mac was on a plane for Switzerland. It seems Karen Stephenson was on an undercover operation to try to infiltrate a mafia. She wasn’t at the office either. Mac set his head on the overstuffed chair and closed his eyes. He thought clearly for the first time in weeks. How did that guy in Morocco know my name? He pondered in frustration. The plane shuddered and his head sprang up instinctively. Mac calmed down and drifted off to sleep, not knowing what would happen next.

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[roryrda]

Hey! Really enjoying this. Waiting for more, more, more.Rory

[MacGyverOnline]

I have to say that Pete talking about killing Murdoc, felt really off character for me. Pete didn't like killing any more than MacGyver did, and neither of them would ever suggest such a thing, even of Murdoc.

[The True MacGyver]

You just found a clue to a bigger picture. Mac would be proud.

[ghostdoll]

Suggestion:

Chapter 3: The Paperwork or the Footwork


“Pete I lost the disk,” MacGyver spat out over his boss’s desk.

Pete looked dumbfounded. It was almost as if he was unaware that MacGyver was able to fail.

“How in the world did you lose it? Did you just drop it or forget where you placed it?” Pete asked sarcastically.

“Murdoc stole it from me. He rigged my couch to a bomb. I couldn’t stop him,” Mac answered, somewhat disappointed.

“Well why can’t you just kill the man and be done with it?” Pete asked, nearly forgetting he was talking about Murdoc.

“He’s like a cockroach! You can’t kill him. You can only delay him. If you defeat him he’ll spend a month or two planning revenge.”

MacGyver leaned on Pete’s desk. He hung his head in shame. Pete still gazed in awe. Mac rose his stare to Pete.

“What was on that disk anyway?”

“The entire staff list of the Phoenix Foundation…”

“Well that’s not too bad.”

“…the current locations of all the field operatives…”

“That’s not good.”

“… and the location of our top secret gravitational weaponry.”

MaGyver stared at Pete in shock.

“Why did we have all this information on one disk?!” he finally demanded.

“Mac, with that in the wrong hands, we’ve endangered the entire company.”

“Correction. The entire world.”

“How do you figure that?”

“If these weapons are strong enough, a celestial being could be pulled to earth. The entire globe could be held ransom.”

“Well that’s comforting!”

“Wait a minute! That disk still says I’m in Morocco, doesn’t it?”

“Well, yes I suppose. What’s your point?”

“I can bring back these operatives back. I’d be moving under-the-radar!”

“This also means that not all listed operatives are still in their mission parameters. They could be right here!”

“Pete I gotta do this! It was my fault in the first place. I have an edge on the competition.”

“As your boss, I cannot let you set out on a personal vendetta. As your friend, I’ll provide the equipment. But that wouldn’t be too much. What do you need? A coffee can and a rubber band?”

Mac smiled and filed out the door. Within a few hours Mac was on a plane for Switzerland. It seems Karen Stephenson was on an undercover operation to try to infiltrate a mafia. She wasn’t at the office either. Mac set his head on the overstuffed chair and closed his eyes. He thought clearly for the first time in weeks.

How did that guy in Morocco knew my name? he pondered in frustration.

The plane shuddered and his head sprang up instinctively. Mac calmed down and drifted off to sleep, not knowing what would happen next.

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As usual, poking my nose where it doesn't belong. I apologize before hand (as I've been doing lately). I got nothing better to do, I guess.