Here's a bit more.
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"Well, MacGyver, you've got the job," said Pete. "Oh, and by the way, her name's Andrea."
"Thanks," answered MacGyver dryly, "maybe no one will try to kill me this time."
Tirelessly, macGyver combed the city for Andrea with no results. On Friday he thought, "Where
would be the place that no one would look for a kid?" He closed his eyes as places flashed before his eyes, but
none of them seemed quite right. "I've got it," he thought. "She's probably at the school." He picked up the
phone and said, "Operator, could you give me the high school's number? Thanks." Mumbling the number, he
picked up the phone, dialed the number, and waited.
"Los Angeles High School. How may I help you?" said a sweet voice.
"May I speak to the principal?" he inquired.
"One moment please," said the receptionist. Moments later a gruff voice said, "Mr. Broman, principal,
speaking. Who is this?"
"My name's MacGyver. I was wondering if you have a student named Andrea?" asked MacGyver.
He held his breath waiting for the answer.
"We have some students named Andrea. Why do you ask?" Mr. Broman said with suspicion creeping
into his voice.
"The Andrea I'm looking for would have enrolled within the past six weeks," said MacGyver. "I'm with
the Phoenix Foundation and we've been asked to locate her; She's been missing for six weeks."
"Come on down to my office and we'll talk," said the principal.
"I'll be right there. Thanks!" MacGyver answered as he hung up the phone. Hurrying, he dialed Pete's
number and told him the news. "I'll pick you up in five minutes." Without waiting for a reply, he hung up. Grabbing
his jacket and keys, he ran to his Jeep.
"Fifteen minutes later, Pete and MacGyver pulled up in front of the school. About thirty feet behind them,
another car did the same. "Let's go," said Pete.
While they were waiting to talk to the principal, two men in business suites came in. One of the men was a
head taller than the other, but they both had dark hair, expensive suites, and strong cologne. They talked to the
receptionist, who indicated that they should take a seat. Thanking her, they found two suitable seats and sat down.
The PA system squawked, calling a student.
The receptionist called out, "Mr. Thornton and Mr. MacGyver, Mr. Broman will see you now."
MacGyver jokingly whispered to Pete, "Why do I get the feeling that I'm about to be given detention?"
Pete grinned and replied, " For the same reason I do."
Once they were inside Mr. Broman's office, Pete showed his ID and explained the whole matter. The
principal became increasingly thoughtful as he listened. "That explains some things. I'll have her paged and you
can take her with you."
As the PA system squeaked out Andrea's name, the men in the waiting room gave a start. "This might be
getting harder," said the shorter on. "Shut up," hissed the other one. "It won't get too difficult, will it?" he said with a meaningful look at their coat pockets. "Yeah," the short one muttered.
Andrea trudged into the waiting room and to the receptionist's desk with he backpack. "Go on in," said the
receptionist with a reassuring smile. Andrea entered and noticed Mr. Broman wasn't alone. "Great," she thought, "now
I'm caught." She carefully betrayed nothing with her face but observed the two extra men. One was bald and wearing
a suit, but the other was dressed in khaki pants and a long-sleeve black shirt with red dots on it. The latter also had
a mullet. "These are the guys from the bridge," she thought.
"Andrea, these men are from the Phoenix Foundation. This is Mr. Thornton," he indicated Pete. "And this is
Mr. MacGyver," here he indicated MacGyver. "They are going to take you to the Phoenix Foundation for some questioning."
For just a moment, the men could see panic written on her face, but then it was gone. "Yes, sir," she said.
"That's a good girl," said Pete. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Broman." MacGyver waved as they left.
When they stepped out of the office and into the waiting area, everything appeared normal. MacGyver, Pete,
and Andrea all turned to the receptionist's desk to check Andrea out of school. Once this was complete, they heard
a cold, menacing voice say, " Turn around slowly. Don't try anything and no one will get hurt."
Slowly, they all turned around. The men in business suites had pulled out their guns and were aiming at Pete
and MacGyver. "All right now. Andrea, if you don't want these nice men to get hurt, come here." Reluctantly, she shuffled over to the men. "That's a good choice," he said with fake encouragement. Reaching out suddenly, he yanked her to him. "If anyone calls the cops or attempts anything...I'll let you imagine the rest," he said. He motioned to the other one. The short one walked up to MacGyver, looked him in the eye, and punched him. MacGyver went flying
across the room. He quickly jumped to his feet and returned the favor. Seizing the opportunity, Andrea bit the man
who was holding her on the wrist. Yelping in pain and surprise, he tightened his grip as Pete advanced towards him.
Cocking his gun, he said, "Enough." With one final punch, the short one knocked MacGyver out cold. "Don't try that
again," he said glaring at them. Motioning to the shorter one, Charley, he headed for the door. Pete watched helplessly
as they roughly marched Andrea to their vehicle. Thru the window, he saw her stumble against the car. The kidnappers
jerked her to her feet and shoved her into the car.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
