[The True MacGyver]

Easing up on the gas, Mac cut the wheel of the brilliant aqua roadster. The oversized car glided smoothly into the cavernous garage. Mac saw Sam’s motorcycle lying dormant against a wall. Mac shifted into park and cautiously swung open the door. He shut it quietly and stayed behind the hood. He surveyed the innocuous workplace. A single van sat on a riser. A few wires hang from its belly. Mac saw a staircase leading beneath the greasy operation room. He felt the pockets on his black jacket and felt the rectangular lump of a Swiss Army Knife. He sighed and felt a little relieved. Still eyeing the whole trap he approached the stairs. A message, rubbed in engine oil, hung on the wall. It read “Well done! But your test is down below…” Mac gripped his gut, trying to rub out his uneasy feeling. Here goes nothing he thought as he gripped the icy cold railing. The stairs seemed to go on forever, a darker horizon with each step. Trying to quiet the clap of his white sneakers, he finally touched the bottom. He groped up the wall and his hand met a switch. He hesitated as he pulled it. Light flooded the inky blackness and a room became visible. At the far end, a man in a beige jacket, blue shirt, and matching beige pants stood, staring right at MacGyver. Mac’s eyes met his and his body shivered. The man’s eyes matched those that were displayed on the television a few days before. They were cold, never allowing a change in emotion. They pierced Mac’s skin and seemed to stain his soul. Mac looked away, while the man continued his analysis. Mac asked, “Where’s Sam?”
“Ah we meet again. I never finished your education, did I?”
“No, you were too busy trying to knock me down a bell tower.”
“Mr. MacGyver, I simply must convince you that my side, is the only side.”
“Behind prison bars? I just can’t see the fun in that. I’ll ask again, where’s Sam?”
“Your precious boy is about to meet a rather unfortunate fate,” Zito said as he nodded to a small alcove in the floor. A tool chest blocked it from view. Mac approached the dugout square. A body, clad in a black leather coat and jeans was crumpled inside. A large, cylindrical spire rose from the center of the hole. It headed through a rectangle in the ceiling and connected the car riser, the van slowly lowering. Mac shook his head in disbelief.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Mac asked, genuinely curious.
“Well, Mr. MacGyver, because of two factors. First, anyone who outwits me is a worthy adversary to test.”
“And???”
“You show potential. Great minds are all too curious of evil and its rewards.” Mac reached down and tried to pull out his unconscious son. A heavy thud collapsed on his skull. Once more, he blacked out.


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[MacGyver's_Baby]

5 really interesting can't wait for another chapter

[ghostdoll]

Now that I began I really can't stop myself. I hope I don't get to offend anyone. ;_;

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Easing up on the gas, Mac cut the wheel of the brilliant aqua roadster. The oversized car glided smoothly into the cavernous garage. Mac saw Sam’s motorcycle lying dormant against a wall. Mac shifted into park and cautiously swung open the door. He shut it quietly and stayed behind the hood. He surveyed the innocuous workplace.

A single van sat on a riser. A few wires hang from its belly. Mac saw a staircase leading beneath the greasy operation room. He felt the pockets on his black jacket and felt the rectangular lump of a Swiss Army Knife. He sighed and felt a little relieved. Still eyeing the whole trap he approached the stairs. A message, rubbed in engine oil, hung on the wall.

It read “Well done! But your test is down below…”

Mac gripped his gut, trying to rub out his uneasy feeling. Here goes nothing he thought as he gripped the icy cold railing. The stairs seemed to go on forever, a darker horizon with each step. Trying to quiet the clap of his white sneakers, he finally touched the bottom. He groped up the wall and his hand met a switch. He hesitated as he pulled it. Light flooded the inky blackness and a room became visible.

At the far end, a man in a beige jacket, blue shirt, and matching beige pants stood, staring right at MacGyver. Mac’s eyes met his and his body shivered. The man’s eyes matched those that were displayed on the television a few days before. They were cold, never allowing a change in emotion. They pierced Mac’s skin and seemed to stain his soul. Mac looked away, while the man continued his analysis.

Mac asked, “Where’s Sam?”

“Ah we meet again. I never finished your education, did I?”

“No, you were too busy trying to knock me down a bell tower.”

“Mr. MacGyver, I simply must convince you that my side, is the only side.”

“Behind prison bars? I just can’t see the fun in that. I’ll ask again, where’s Sam?”

“Your precious boy is about to meet a rather unfortunate fate,” Zito said as he nodded to a small alcove in the floor.

A tool chest blocked it from view. Mac approached the dugout square. A body, clad in a black leather coat and jeans was crumpled inside. A large, cylindrical spire rose from the center of the hole. It headed through a rectangle in the ceiling and connected the car riser, the van slowly lowering. Mac shook his head in disbelief.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Mac asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, Mr. MacGyver, because of two factors. First, anyone who outwits me is a worthy adversary to test.”

“Aaand...?”

“You show potential. Great minds are all too curious of evil and its rewards.”

Mac reached down and tried to pull out his unconscious son. A heavy thud collapsed on his skull. Once more, he blacked out.

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5 because is interesting.