AN: In this story Krystiana Stilinski (an OC obviously) has been with Mac and Jack since around the same time as Nikki. We'll go over her backstory eventually.
I dive behind the filing cabinet, bullets whizzing overhead.
"Mac, have you worked out a way to get out of here with that big brain of yours?!" Jack's voice crackles to life in my ear as he yells into his comm.
"Uh, just gimme a sec here!" Mack shouts back. I duck as a bullet punches through the metal inches from my ear.
"Mac, we might not have a second!" I growl into my comm.
"When I say run, run." Mac commands. "Kay, toss me those bottles lying next to you please."'
"Mac, we're being shot at, you don't need your 'please's and 'thank you's!" I tell him, tossing the said bottles to land right in front of him. As an afterthought, I pocket the last one just in case. When MacGyver is involved, having spare bottles is always handy.
"Well, you know me, always the gentleman." He grins back.
"Whatever you're going to do, do it fast. They've got reinforcements coming in." Riley's voice interrupts. Mac, Jack, and I all pause to give each other an exasperated look. I bite back a low growl.
"Ready?" Mac asks, making eye contact with Jack and myself. I nod, and Mac rolls one of his bottles to me.
"Brother, Riley just told us that their buddies are on the way, I thing Krysti and I are more than ready." Jack yells.
"Guys, I love friendly banter as much as the next girl, but can we get a move on? I think – ARGH!" I'm interrupted as another bullet breaks through the filing cabinet and buries itself into my shoulder.
"KAY!" Mac yells.
"FINE, I'm fine! Let's get out of here!" I yell back, pushing the pain to the back of my mind.
"On three, toss the bottle. One, two, THREE! RUN!" I toss the bottle, hitting the closest man in the chest. The bottle explodes, throwing the man back and releasing a thick smokescreen. I jump to my feet, ignoring the sharp jolt of pain that shoots through my shoulder. I sprint after my two comrades, out the door of the large room and into the twist and the turns of the corridors. Instinctively, I cast my eyes ahead of us, my ears straining for any sign of pursuit from behind. Almost immediately, I shake my head. Jack's got our front covered, I need to focus on our rear. I knock as much as I can onto the floor, to buy us as much time as possible. Any boxes, tables, chairs, or decoration we pass gets shoved onto the ground in hopes of tripping anyone who wants to chase us. I hear the door open behind us just as we turn the corner, the men coughing and gasping.
"They're just came through the door, Jack." I call up quietly. I watch as he keeps his eyes in front, giving a quick nod, which is all the acknowledgment I need. I reach down to my leg holster and pull out a pair of throwing knives, once again focusing my senses behind us, on our pursuers.
"This was supposed to be a simple infiltration! Sneak in, grab the files, and sneak out. What went wrong this time?!" Jack asks.
"The door to the room had an alarm that you tripped as soon as you walked through." Riley informs over the radio.
"I told you we should've come in through the window!" I growl up to him.
"Well, Mac and I aren't part monkey, we weren't about to climb the outside of a building three floors to get to the window!" Jack complains.
"Which is why I offered to go up alone." I grumble.
"Yeah, well, we stick together, amigo." Jack replies. I roll my eyes. I hear the soldiers behind us round the corner. I twist around, flinging the knives with deadly accuracy, hitting the two leading soldiers, one with a knife in the knee, the other through the eye. The first drops with a grunt, the latter screams in pain as he claws at his eye in pain.
"Can we go any faster?" I ask. Jack and Mac sprint even faster in front of me. Bullets start to ring out from the soldiers behind us, riddling the walls of the hallway. Thank god for bad aim. Jack makes a sharp turn down another hallway, I make it around the corner just as a bullet comes perilously close to hitting me.
"Riley, you got the schematics for this place?" Jack yells through his comm.
"Take your next right." I tell him.
"I'm working on it." Riley says at the same time.
"On your left should be the stairs." I say as we make the turn. Jack quickly throws the door to the stairwell open, and we rush in. Jack rushes down the stairs, but I can hear footsteps coming from below us. I grab another pair of knives, ignoring the pain lancing up my shoulder. I vault over the railing, angling my fall so I land right where the opposing soldiers are. There are six soldiers. I kick one of the in the head as I land, knocking him out and immediately lash out at the leg in front of me as I crouch to the ground, absorbing my fall. I spring up, throwing my knives to take care of two others, before lunging at a third. Two sharp gunshots ring through the stairwell, and the final soldier slumps to the ground.
"Nice." Jack nods with a grin.
"It helps to be part monkey." I glare. "Let's get out of here." He nods, and we leave the groaning mess of soldiers behind us. Now I'm in the lead, and I rush down to the first floor.
I throw the door open, continuing our sprint into the hall.
"Watch it, the reinforcements are here, and they're right in front of you!" Riley calls out through the mike. As soon as she says that, a mob of soldiers turn the corner. The three of us slide to a stop, before immediately turning around and retreating around another corner.
"Next left!" I call out. "Then the second right. There'll be a window that leads straight to the car!" Jack follows my directions, and the window is right across the hallway.
Jack smashes through a window, and Mac and I jump through after him. Jack is already in the car as Mac's opening the back door and getting in. I dive in after him, and as soon as I'm in the car, Jack floors it. I slam the door shut, and hold on for dear life. Mac shoots me a grin as we duck from the hail of bullets that smash through the back window of the car. I smile back, only to wince as a particularly rough bump jostles my shoulder.
"Kay!" He yells again.
"Krysti, you good, girl? Talk to me!" Jack calls over his shoulder, keeping his eyes peeled on the road.
"I'm fine. It didn't go deep, the filing cabinet slowed the bullet down a lot. It's just a flesh wound." I pull my jacket off, bunching it up against the wound on my shoulder.
"Hey, as much as I care about you, Krysti; Mac, can you do anything about the cars tailing us?!" Jack calls out.
"Uh," Mac's eyes wander around the interior of the car, taking inventory of everything available. He scowls. "I should have grabbed-" He stops as I wave the bottle in front of his nose. I smirk at him, and he gives me a grin back. I sit back and watch Mac rush around, grabbing different things around the car, mixing and cutting things up.
"You sure you're all good, Krysti?" Jack asks.
"Pu-lease. Unlike you two idiots, I know not to lie about injuries. I know that knowing about injuries is an important aspect of completing a mission the best of our abilities, so I'm not about to lie about the severity like the two of you would. The gunshot wound is nothing major, I'll be fine." My little speech to Jack is brought to an end as Mac leans out the window with his bottle contraption.
"Can you-" Jack starts.
"Yeah, I got it." I interrupt, grabbing onto Mac's belt with my good hand. I give a small chuckle as I recall the event that led Jack and me always making sure someone holds Mac whenever he leans out the window. It was terrifying to watch Mac tumble out of the car, just before barely managing to avoid becoming roadkill, but it would eventually become one of the events we could laugh about. Even though it's funny in hindsight, that night while we were laying low in a hotel room, tending to a MacGyver covered in road rash with a nasty bump on his head, Jack and I silently promised to never let there be a repeat of that event.
I watch silently as Mac throws his super concoction at our pursuers. A resounding explosion follows as the lead car is flipped on its side and the following cars are back into the van as we continue on our way to the exfil.
"WOOO-HOO!" Jack cheer, and the three of us laugh as we zoom further and further away from the car behind us. Mac and I high-five, with my good arm of course, and from there, its smooth sailing.