The great thing about being Operations Director at the Phoenix Foundation, Pete's discovered, is that when they said carte blanche they meant it. Saving a different deserving charity every week? Check. A little intelligence work just to liven it up? Check.
The annoying thing is the total accountability. Reams of paperwork, justifications to the board, a lot of pettifogging little details that he doesn't feel right passing on to his field agents...but sometimes, enough really is enough.
"MacGyver, I've got a memo here about your last batch of requisitions. How does anyone, even you, need a new Swiss Army Knife every two weeks? I thought you liked the things!"
"I do, Pete, I do. Otherwise I wouldn't get through them so fast."
"There's a rumour going around the office that he gives one to every girl he's sweet on," Helen says helpfully.
"Aw, c'mon! That'd be ridiculous."
"Glad to hear it. So where'd they all go?"
"Well...I usually end up giving mine to whoever's helped me out of a jam this week. Which, okay, some of them are girls. And obviously I always need a couple for me to use, and Jack's got this bad habit of borrowing them and not giving them back, and last week at the airport there was this sweet old lady who'd lost her reading glasses and really needed a magnifer..."