Murdoc swiftly lowered the Rocket launcher into his truck bed. He had seen Kelly escape from the car. She had been an unexpected surprise, but she would soon be taken care of. He leaped off of the bed of his truck and jogged toward MacGyver's destroyed car. He peered inside only to see that MacGyver was gone. He struck the car in his anger. He walked around to the other side of the car and saw Mac's personal belongs strewn over the ground. He picked up MacGvyer's Phoenix foundation ID card and pocketed it along with MacGyver's Swiss army knife and some money. He then began to search for MacGyver and the girl.
MacGyver had been thrown over the guard rail by the impact of the rocket and had rolled down the hill and stopped at the bottom. He had hit his head a few times, and he thought he might have a concussion, but that was all. One cut was bleeding profusely and his head throbbed. His other injuries were minor, bruises and what not. He lay on the ground for a few moments before the thoughts of Murdoc roused him to his feet. He swung his head around looking for Kelly, but he could not see her. If Murdoc hurt her, he would never forgive himself!
Kelly groaned and gingerly sat up immediately regretting the movement.
"Okay, this is good, I haven't been captured
yet and I can remember who I am. Good." She had a gash on
her arm and one rather bloody one on her leg. She looked at her
surroundings. She was at the bottom of the hill and could see the
flaming wreckage of the car that had been destroyed. She saw
crouched by the guard rail, a figure in black. "Murdoc!"
She scrambled on her hands and knees behind some shrubs and peered
out. Murdoc walked about gazing at the ground he began to walk
toward her hiding place. Kelly swallowed hard, she turned around
and crawled softly through the underbrush. Her head was throbbing
and her whole body felt like one giant bruise. She was still
crawling, but she now stopped for a rest. She looked over her
shoulder at the forest. Nothing, nothing at all, she let out a
sigh of relief. Had she lost Murdoc? She doubted that, but
she felt it safe to stand. She slowly struggled to her wobbly
legs. She walked slowly sometimes using trees for support.
There was a rustle behind her and she turned around to staring
into the face of Murdoc. Her breath caught in her throat.
"What have we here, a little friend of
MacGyvers? You will come in quite handy." Kelly whirled
around and with a burst of adrenaline she leaped forward, running as
fast as her injured body would allow. With several swift strides
Murdoc was beside her. With one arm he grabbed her around the
waist, pinning her arms to her sides. His other hand clapped over
her mouth. She struggled weakly, but Murdoc's grip only tightened
painfully. His hand momentarily dropped from her mouth and felt
for a spot on her neck. He pressed hard and Kelly felt
unconsciousness stealing over her. She went limp in Murdoc's arms.
MacGyver had been stumbling around the forest
trying to find Kelly or Murdoc, but there was no sign of either of
them. He dropped to his knees to rest at the entrance to an old
mineshaft. He was getting weaker, but he forced himself up and
kept on walking. In a few minutes, dizziness swept over him and
he leaned against a tree for support. He looked up to see what
looked like a cabin close by. He gritted his teeth and kept on
walking. He stumbled into a clearing and to see that there was a
cabin along with several others. He reasoned that it must be a
camp.
Suddenly there were the loud clangs of a bell
and a girl began to yell, "Mom! Mom!" MacGyver stumbled up
to the cabin.
"Wait. I won't hurt you."
"I'll hurt you mister if you lay one hand on
her!" A woman carrying a rifle appeared with the girl standing
behind her.
"Please, I need help." Another wave of dizziness washed over him and he swayed slightly.
"Who are you?" asked the woman threateningly.
"I just need to rest," MacGyver said as he
swayed again and fell backwards. He lay still. The young
girl approached him.
"Did Dad send him?" she asked.
"I don't know," replied the woman as she warily approached MacGyver.
"He's really hurt bad," stated the girl.
"We'll put him in one of the guest
cabins." The woman and girl began to drag the unconscious
MacGyver
away.
