Okay! Onto chapter 2! I'm so glad you're all so excited about the story :D Also, I realized that I forgot to put the translation at the bottom of last chapter, so I've fixed that, but I'm also putting it in this AN so that you don't have to go back if you don't want to :)

skryaga=cheapskate, google translation.

The translations for this chapter will be in the bottom AN :)

I own nothing of this wonderful show *lowkey cries)

The plane carrying MacGyver and Jack touched down, taxiing to a stop while the two agents put on their coats, hats, and scarves. The plane finally ceased moving, and the two agents waited for the stairs to be rolled up to the side of the plane, then the two of them walked down the stairs. Thornton had told them she wanted them to have Wilder in custody within twenty-four hours, and that the plane would be back to pick them up then.

"Come on," Jack said, shouldering his backpack and leading the way to the car that was waiting for them at the end of the airstrip. He was a good distance ahead of his younger partner, so Mac lengthened his stride a little, finally catching up with the older man. One of the men from the plane had given Jack the keys to the car, and he pulled out the fob and unlocked the car. Once they reached their car, they slung their backpacks in the trunk. The two of them then climbed in, Jack taking his usual place in the driver's seat, while Mac hopped in the passenger seat. Once the doors were closed, Jack inserted the key into the ignition, and the car roared to life.

"I love these foreign models," the older man said with a happy sigh as he listened to the engine purr.

"Well, once you're done confessing your feelings to your new love, would you mind taking us to the last place we know Wilder was?" Mac asked snarkily. "We are on a deadline," he reminded Jack.

"Dude, it's twenty-four hours," Jack said, waving his hand at his friend in a 'calm-down' motion. "We've got plenty of time to find him. We just need to track him down, grab him, and hightail it somewhere that we can lay low and wait out the clock until the plane comes back to pick us up," he said.

"Yeah Jack," Mac said sarcastically. "When has anything ever gone that smoothly for us?"

"You're jinxing us, dude," Jack griped at his partner. "Just chill. Things are gonna be fine," he said.

"I'm just trying to be realistic," Mac pointed out. Jack rolled his eyes at his partner.

"What's wrong with trying to look at things optimistically?" he asked.

"There's nothing wrong with being optimistic," Mac conceded. "It's just smarter to be realistic on missions, and plan for things to go sideways," he finished. He and Jack continued to argue as Jack put the car into drive, pulling away from the airstrip and driving into the cold city streets in Russia.

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"Okay, so just to run over things again, Agent Dunn is the guy who told Thornton everything that Wilder was doing. He was Wilder's partner," Jack said as he pulled the car into a parking space. "According to Thornton, which means according to Dunn, Wilder hangs out around this part of town. Makes sense," he added as he looked around at all the posh apartment buildings surrounding them. "Wilder did always have a taste for the more expensive life."

"Yeah well, let's hope that his security isn't too hard to get past," Mac commented as he pulled out his lock picking kit out of his backpack and slipped it into his back pocket.

"Again with the negativity, dude!" Jack complained. "Can you please just let me have a moment where things could potentially work out well for us?"

"Sorry," Mac replied sarcastically as they crossed the parking lot. "I'll try and keep my realistic talk to a minimum."

"Thank you," Jack said, with a tone that clearly indicated that was all he had wanted to hear.

The two agents walked towards the apartment that Dunn had said Wilder was staying at. "Did Thornton say which room he was in?" Jack asked as they walked into the apartment building.

"No," Mac said. "But it's a good thing he has a call button," he added, pointing to the doorbell-looking things, along with a list of names on the wall next to the apartment numbers.

"That would be a good thing, Mac, if those names weren't all in Russian," Jack pointed out. "Besides, I doubt Wilder was stupid enough to use his own name, though I'd probably kiss him if he did," he added.

"What was it that you were saying about nothing going wrong on this mission?" Mac asked with a smirk as he looked over the Russian names.

"Okay, this isn't something gone wrong, it's just a minor setback," Jack countered, not wanting to admit that things may not go as smoothly as he wanted them to. "I know," he said after a minute. "I'll go chat it up with one of the female tenants. One of them should be able to tell us what we want to know, and none of them will be able to resist the Jack Dalton charm," he added with a charming, toothy smile.

"No need for that, Jack," Mac said as he began walking towards the stairs. "I already know which room he's in. 308."

"What?" Jack asked as he caught up with his young partner. "How'd you figure that out?"

"Easy. He's the one with the name plate that said John Wayne."

"First of all, is he really stupid enough to use his favorite cowboy's name as his alias here?" Jack asked, shaking his head in disbelief. Mac shrugged as they walked up the stairs. "Second," Jack continued. "I ask again: How did you know that's what the name plate said? Do you know Russian too?" he asked incredulously.

"Enough to get by," Mac replied nonchalantly as he began jogging up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

"Learn something new about you every day," Jack muttered, shaking his head in amusement before following Mac's suit and catching up to his young partner. The two of them made their way to the third floor and wandered down the hallway until they found door number 308. Jack pressed his ear against the door and softly tried the knob.

"It's locked," he whispered. "I can't hear anything inside; I don't know if he's home or not," he informed the young man. Mac looked around and walked over to a closet. He opened it and pulled out a wire hanger before he walked back to Jack, where he crouched down in front of the door, straightening the wire as he moved around. Once he straightened it enough, he slipped it under the door crack.

"What are you doing?" Jack hissed, worried that Mac was going to give them away. Mac waved Jack off as he fished around under the door for a minute. He finally brought the hanger back out, and with it came a letter, which Mac immediately inspected as he stood up.

"So now you're reading his mail?" Jack asked sarcastically in hushed tones. Mac rolled his eyes at his partner, then turned it around and pointed to the corner. "What if he's in there and he saw your little fishing pole?" he added.

"Jack, now it's you who sounds like you're getting worried," Mac observed. "Besides. I don't think he's home."

"What makes you say that?" Jack asked, choosing to ignore his partner's comment about his worry.

"It's postmarked yesterday," Mac indicated.

"So?" Jack asked. "That just means that he hasn't picked up the mail from this morning. He could still be in bed, or maybe he's doing some cleaning and hasn't realized the mail has come yet."

"Jack, it's 11:30 in the morning," Mac pointed out drily. "I doubt that Wilder has stayed in bed all morning, especially since he's now working with the mafia and potentially trading state secrets. I think we're fine," the blond said. "Besides, if he is here, that means that you were right and the rest of our job is easy," he added with a smirk. Jack rolled his eyes, but gestured for his partner to continue with whatever he had been doing.

Mac pulled out his lock picking set and bent over, slipping the tools into the lock. After a few seconds of twisting and turning, the two of them heard the lock click open, and Jack slowly pushed the door open, gun held out in front of him.

The Delta soldier moved quickly throughout the apartment, clearing each room while Mac wandered in. The blond absentmindedly slipped the solitary lock picks he'd used to open the door into his back pocket, thinking to himself that he'd put them back in the kit in a little bit. He glanced around the apartment, not surprised at all by how expensive everything looked.

The kitchen was immediately to his right, and he saw dishes in a sink full of water. He stuck his pinky in the water; it was cold, and he took that to mean that Wilder hadn't been here for a while, seeing as how the rest of the kitchen was spotless, and Mac didn't think Wilder would leave dishes in the sink if he were there to clean them.

"All clear," Jack said as he came back out of the hallway and faced his partner. He put his gun back in his holster and looked around at the apartment they were in. The living room was north of the kitchen, and there was a long hallway that ran down the length of the apartment. A bathroom was on one side of the hall while the bedroom lay on the other side. Mac moved towards the bedroom first, knowing that most private stuff was usually kept in bedrooms to keep away from prying eyes of visitors.

He pushed the bedroom door open and walked in. As he looked around, he noticed the dresser had stacks of paper on it, and he walked over to the piece of furniture. He heard Jack coming in behind him, and he held up a few of the papers to show his partner. "Government secrets," he said as he went through the stack. "Nothing too serious, but I'm sure not gonna wait around for Wilder to decide he wants to sell bigger secrets for more money," he said. He went to gather the rest of the papers, but paused when he saw a file folder on the dresser, underneath some of the other papers. He picked it up and opened it. When he saw what was inside, his eyes went wide.

"Mac?" Jack prodded gently when he saw his friend's expression. Mac handed the file to Jack and pulled out their sat phone, dialing Thornton. Jack flipped through the file and his stomach dropped. The file was on Agent Dunn, the man who had informed them of Wilder's betrayal. The folder had everything: photos of Dunn wandering the streets of Russia, notes about where he was staying, where he liked to eat, etc.

"Thornton," Mac said when their boss picked up. "I need the location of Agent Dunn." There was a brief pause as Thornton asked what was going on, and then Mac continued. "I think Wilder knows it was Dunn who ratted him out, and I think he's in danger."

0-0-0

Their car screeched to a halt as Jack slammed on the brakes, then threw the vehicle into park. Once that was done, both he and Mac jumped out of the car.

"Come on," Mac said as they began jogging down the street. "According the Thornton, Dunn's last known location was just down here," he said. They picked up their pace, preparing to run around the corner, but before they could get around it, a woman came tearing around the corner and crashed into Jack.

"Woah, easy!" he said, gripping her shoulders gently but firmly. "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing the tears streaking down her face. She tried pulling away from him.

"Net, net, pozvol'te mne uyti!" the woman shrieked. "They're coming!"

"Who's coming?" Jack asked, his gut telling him that he already knew the answer. Mac moved around the struggling pair and looked around the corner. He saw Wilder and two men running towards them, and he made eye contact with the traitor. He saw recognition, then anger dawn in Wilder's eyes, and Mac knew they had to leave.

"Jack, we gotta get her out of here!" Mac said as he watched Wilder pull out his gun and aim it at him. He ducked behind the corner just as shots began ringing out, causing the civilians on the street to scream and duck. That gave Jack and MacGyver the perfect opportunity to get some cover. "Go, go, go!" Mac shouted, pushing Jack in the direction of their parked car. Jack pulled the woman with them; she was fighting and trying to get away from the two agents, but Jack was stronger than her by far.

Mac and Jack raced down the streets with the woman in tow, ducking in and out of different side-streets to try and lose Wilder and his friends. They finally approached their parked car from behind, having circled the entire city block plus some, and by the time the car was in sight, everyone was panting and sweating despite the cold temperatures. Mac tugged at his scarf as they approached the car. The blond heard grunting and frustrated noises, so he turned to see what his partner was doing. If their predicament hadn't been so serious, Mac would have chuckled at the comicality of the sight. The woman looked like she had been clawing and scratching Jack to get away, and Jack was understandably getting frustrated.

"Hey, just calm down, would ya?" Jack asked exasperatedly as the woman continued to fight him. "We're not the ones waving guns and shooting at people!"

"Jack, you realize this is kind of kidnapping, right?" Mac reminded him. "I'd be fighting to get away too."

"Fine," Jack relented, releasing the woman from his grip. "There, see? We aren't the bad guys!" he promised. The woman had immediately backed away from, rubbing her arms as she stared at them with a fearful expression.

"Why are they after you?" Mac asked calmly, holding his hands out in a peaceful gesture. The woman shook her head, obviously not wanting to talk. "It's okay," Mac assured her, backing up just a little. "We just want to help. Can you tell us what happened?"

After a few seconds, the woman finally began speaking. "Ya videl ikh ubit' cheloveka," she muttered, still backing away slightly. Jack gave Mac a confused look, and Mac continued staring at the woman.

"They… they killed someone?" he asked in clarification, his stomach dropping. She nodded her head.

"Da," she replied. "I...saw them...murder man," she said in halting English.

"Who did they kill?" he asked slowly, wanting to help calm her down. He had the sinking feeling he already knew who had been killed, but he wanted to make sure he was right before they made any rash decisions.

"American," she said, pointing at him. Mac wasn't sure if she was asking if he was American, or if she was telling him that it was an American that had been killed.

"Are you saying an American was killed?" he clarified.

"Da," she replied. She sat there for a moment before her eyes filled with tears and she put her hand over her mouth. Her breathing began to become more labored, and the two agents could clearly see her body shaking.

"Her adrenaline is wearing off, she's going into shock," Jack said, moving forward. He moved at just the right moment; the woman's knees fell out from under her and Jack was able to catch her. He picked her up and moved towards the car, but when the woman saw what was happening she began struggling again, crying out in fear.

"Jack, put her down!" Mac said. Jack gave a slightly frustrated sigh but did as he was told. He kept his hand under her elbow to give her a little bit of support as she leaned against the car though.

"We're not going to hurt you," Jack promised. "We're going to get you out of this mess. We'll protect you," he said. She stared at him with distrustful eyes, but she finally nodded in understanding. She looked over at Mac and began speaking in her halting English again.

"You...good guys?" she asked. MacGyver smiled warmly at her and nodded.

"Da," he said. "My khoroshiye rebyata."

She giggled slightly. "Your accent not very good," she informed him. MacGyver laughed, glad to see that she seemed to be warming up to them.

"My name is MacGyver," he introduced. "This is my partner Jack."

"Hey there," Jack said with a little wave.

"Anja," she replied, gesturing at herself.

"Do you think you could tell us what you saw?" Mac asked. He hated asking her when he could obviously see that it was painful, but he knew that the longer they waited, the more time Wilder would have to find them. He felt relieved as Anja nodded.

"Can you tell us what happened as we drive?" Jack asked. "Now that our little jog is over, I'm pretty sure my sweat is creating icicles all over my body. I'm freezing, and I would love to get somewhere out of the cold," he admitted.

"Da," Anja agreed. Mac held open the door for her, then climbed in the passenger seat after shutting her door. Jack started the car and cranked up the heat before they drove away, and Anja began telling her story.

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"I can't believe you let her get away!" Anatoly raged at Wilder. Anatoly Popev was the mob boss Wilder had been selling American secrets to, and right now, he was not happy.

"It wasn't like I let her saunter away without doing anything!" Wilder shot back angrily. He was pacing around, agitated, like a caged animal. He didn't want to point out that Anatoly himself had also been there and had 'let the girl get away.' Wilder liked everything on his body the way it was, and if he accused Anatoly of not doing everything in his power, Wilder knew that his body parts would be rearranged.

"Well I certainly hope you have a way of getting us to her," Anatoly snapped. "We can't have any loose ends. You know the rule: no witnesses."

"That's not going to be as easy as it sounds," Wilder admitted with a groan, rubbing his forehead with his hand.

"What do you mean?" Popev's voice was dangerously soft, and Wilder knew he had to tread carefully.

"Those two men she was with? They're DXS; part of my old organization," Wilder explained. "And not just any agents; they're the best the organization has to offer," he said. "Jack Dalton and Angus MacGyver. They're both ex-military, and MacGyver is probably the smartest man I've met."

"Mm, and he was the older one?" Anatoly assumed.

"No, he was the young blond kid," Wilder replied tiredly. The mob boss looked skeptical; the kid hadn't looked older than twenty-one, if that. "You think I'm joking?" Wilder asked. "The kid's a genius. I once saw him fix a blown fuse with nothing but some tin foil from his gum wrapper. He plugged a sulfuric acid leak with chocolate, he-"

"Alright, I get it," Anatoly said exasperatedly. "Kid's good. Does that mean you are going to give up?" he asked, staring at the man with a dangerously calm expression.

"Of course not," Wilder snapped. "It just means it's gonna take more planning than it usually does, that's all."

"Well then you'd better get planning," Anatoly said. "I'll get some men to track the woman. There was a camera across the street; it must have gotten a good look at her face. If we find her, we find this MacGyver," he said, sneering as he pronounced the name. "Let them try to hide. This is my city, and my city plays by my rules."

Translations:

net, net, pozvol'te mne uyti=no no, let me go!

YA videl ikh ubit' cheloveka=I saw them kill a man

My khoroshiye rebyata=we're the good guys

Also, all the things Wilder said he'd seen Mac do are different MacGyverisms from the old series XD We're just gonna pretend they'd work, even if they don't!

Also, in the original series of MacGyver, Mac seemed to know a ton of languages, at least enough to get by, and in season three, he met a young woman from Russia and he told her that he could speak it, but that his accent was terrible, so that's where I got the idea it was okay to figure that Mac knew some Russian.

So? Thoughts? Are people In Character?