AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my sweeties! New story?! Whoo! So one of you gave me an idea and it really wants to get out. So, I'm going for it! I also got some other goodies coming your way. One one shot I have for y'all may or may not contain lightsabers. I mean it's possible, but you know...*shrugs* Anyways. Thank you y'all for your reviews and such last fic! I think 6 Feet Under was my most popular MacGyver so far :) Which of course makes me happy because I know y'all enjoyed it. Anyways. Should be back to normal updates now. Should be, knock on wood. If not, then I will let you know, like always. But for the time being everything should be normal. Anywhoozles. I doodled a mini comic of Mac and Jack bromance. It was adorable and funny XD If I can find the time I'll post it to my Facebook and Deviant Art. I'm still trying to figure out who to work my drawing tablet. Sigh. Maybe one day in the future I'll get one of those giant tablets animators have. One day. I would love to have one. And a piano. I'm a sucker for piano music XD I mostly listen to rock but I do enjoy piano music. Yeah. One can dream right, XD I MADE A CINNAMON IN MUG! It was so good, but I was so disappointed because I didn't have any icing for it...it was still really good though! I might've added a little too much cinnamon XD But it's okay. I like cinnamon. I use to eat cinnamon and sugar toast like crazy when I took a year off after I graduated from high school. Alright, I think I've rambled on enough. Let's get the show on the road!

Summary: It's never a good idea to play games with the enemy, especially when the prize is one of your own. But the team has no choice but to play when it's life or death. But this person isn't playing nice. The game is extreme and the outcome may not be good. Stay tune to see what unfolds.

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Prologue

He tried so hard not to move but every part of his body wanted to stretch, move, twitch, something. But he couldn't. He couldn't because he knew if he made one wrong move, it would lead him to his death. He needed to hold still and pray his team was coming. He wasn't sure he could hold out much longer. He closed his eyes when the crane creaked and moaned.

He took in a deep breath to calm himself and kept his eyes closed for another few moments and opened them and regretted it. He took another few deep breaths as his could and waited for the dizziness to pass. He was lucky he didn't feel the need to throw up, the duct tape wrapped tightly over his mouth would've caused him to choke and this would've changed the game entirely and end his life quicker. It also wasn't how he wanted to go out or how he imagined his death.

He closed his eyes again and hoped his team was close. He really wanted to go home. He also wanted a nice hot shower and some coffee with some waffles. He was also tingling with boredom and that was never good, for anyone. So he started monologuing to himself.

Sometimes I have to wonder how the hell I end up in the situations I do. Sometimes I have an answer, sometimes I don't. This time. The answer is easy. This guy is a freaking psychopath! Once more, I've been caught in the proverbial spiders web. But this time, I just might not make it out alive. If do make it, I'm making Bozer make me waffles for a month. What? Waffles are a good comfort food. Well, at least for me. Oh god, I'm going to monologue myself to death! JACK HURRY!

Oh boy. Decided to do a prologue this time! Yay me! So, any ideas on what's going on?

Until Next Time! *makes homemade waffles because they actually sounds good*