AN: I apologize that this chapter is shorter than it should be, especially after not having posted a chapter since last week, but I do have an excuse. I made a MacGyver vine comp! I spent a lot of time making it, so I would really appreciate it if you guys would check it out and let me know what you think :) watch?v=WBTVELxR-PI


Jack felt like screaming in anger and frustration, but he settled for punching the wall again, letting out a grunt that held his pain - both physical and emotional - as he did so.

"Jack, stop!" Riley shouted, standing up and grabbing Jack's arm. The man let his arms go limp as he let out a shuddering breath. "Bozer, go get some bandages," Riley said over her shoulder.

Jack sat back down in the chair he had vacated and rested his bleeding hand on his knee. The skin was broken and heavily bruised from hitting the cement, but Jack doubted it was broken. He wasn't in enough pain for that - or maybe he was just too worried about Mac to care, but either way, it didn't matter.

"We're gonna find him, Jack. I promise," Riley said. Jack nodded, but didn't say anything. Of course they were going to find him. There was no question about it, no other option but finding him. Jack would find him if it was the last thing he ever did. He'd give his life for that kid, no questions asked.

Bozer came back into the room with the gauze wrapping Riley had requested, along with a small towel and hydrogen peroxide. She took it from him and sat down in the chair next to Jack. All three were silent as Jack allowed Riley to clean and bandage his hand. The hydrogen peroxide stung, but his face didn't show it. All he could think about was finding a way to save Mac.

"Now that we know what they want him for, what's our next move? Do we pose as potential..." Bozer trailed off for a moment, before continuing, "potential buyers, and get him back that way?" Both Jack and Riley flinched at the word "buyers", and Jack could feel the rage growing in the pit of his stomach. Those sick men were trying to sell Mac, a human being, to the highest bidder who would then do whatever they wanted to the kid. It was disgusting. The fact that those people were sick enough to do that to someone, especially someone as kind and innocent as Mac, made Jack want to vomit.

"They've seen our faces at the marina, and I don't think even you could make disguises that would be good enough. You're good, Boze, but the disguises would have to completely change our entire faces, and even in Hollywood they can't do that and make it look realistically human," Jack replied with a shake of his head. It was a good idea, but it just wouldn't work. He briefly thought about the fact that they hadn't seen Matty, but there was no way she would be able to do that without Oversight's approval - screw him, whoever he was.

"I'll see if I can track down where the page was posted from," Riley said, standing up and moving back to her laptop, and taking a seat there. "Chances are, they posted it from the same place they're keeping him, or at least nearby."

Throughout the next hour, Riley continued to attempt to track down where the page was posted from while Jack and Bozer printed out information about the robbers, their connections, and their backgrounds, as well as the pictures of Mac. That was the hardest part. Even taking another look at those pictures made Jack sick, and he had to print them out and tack them onto the cork board. He needed to study them too. No matter how hard it was, if there was any clue hidden in those pictures, any clue at all, Jack had to find it. He just had to. So far, the only things he could gather from the pictures was that Mac was being held in a basement made of dark brick, with a wooden staircase. That meant he had to be off the boat.

"Riley, what time was that page posted?" he asked.

After a few keystrokes, Riley replied, "about nine hours after they left the marina."

"Which means they could've gotten only so far," Jack said with a small smile. Finally, it seemed like they were getting somewhere.

"Can you give us a view of what's in a nine hour yacht ride radius of San Juan?" Bozer added, walking around the table to join Riley. He put one hand on her shoulder and the other on the table.

"Yeah, just give me a second." Riley's eyes narrowed as she focused on the task at hand, only widening upon her completion. "Guys, they're still in Puerto Rico. It's not possible for them to have gotten any further. They're either somewhere on this island, or on the small island of Culebra. It's still a part of Puerto Rico."

The news made Jack's heart soar. Mac wasn't nearly as far away as he could've been. This was the first good news they'd gotten since the whole mess began. He needed to call Matty. They had proof of life and a relative location. If that didn't get Oversight to help them, nothing would.

Jack pulled out his phone and stepped just outside the room, giving himself a bit of privacy and Riley and Bozer the quiet to concentrate in. He tapped Matty's name and she answered in seconds.

"What have you got?" she said, her director voice mixing with her concern.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" Jack replied, trying to inject just a little bit of humor into the situation.

"Just tell me already," she snapped. "I don't have a lot of time."

"Okay," Jack sighed. "The good news is that we have proof of life and we know he has to be somewhere in Puerto Rico still, even if he's on a different island." He paused, not wanting face the other fact.

"And?" Matty pressed.

"The bad news is that our robbers are also human traffickers. They're selling Mac on the dark web to the highest bidder."

Jack could hear the director's sharp intake of breath. "I'll inform Oversight, and hopefully we'll be able to get some more manpower down there to help with the investigation. But if anyone can find him, it'syou," she said.

"I'm gonna bring him home or die trying," Jack practically growled. He hung up after that, and tried to get himself to calm down by thinking of what Mac would do, but that only made it worse. Mac shouldn't even be in this mess. He should be safe at home fixing that old bike, like a kid like him should be doing, not being sold on the dark web as some kind of slave. Jack ran his hands through his hair and down his face, trying to keep his emotions in check. It wasn't going to do Mac any good if he just stood there being pissed. He had to actually do something. Shaking out his aching hand, Jack turned on his heel and walked back into the conference room they'd commandeered. He had to get to work.


"That's not good enough," the man sighed. "I need a location, a specific location, not just 'somewhere in Puerto Rico'. I can't just send a team in to go barge down every door on the islands."

"But sir, pretty soon someone is going to buy Mac, and he'll be leaving Puerto Rico for who knows where. If we can't find him while he's still there, there's a good chance we never will," Matty pleaded. Oversight was without a doubt the most stubborn man she had ever met. She owed him a lot, but at the same time, she often hated him and what he'd done.

"Angus is a smart kid, he always has been. He'll find a way to get himself out sooner or later," the man said with a dismissing wave of his hand. It was like he didn't even care.

"But what if he can't? If he can't away and we don't find him, we'll lose so much. One of our best agents, and our best team, because we both know Davis, Bozer, and especially Dalton won't be sticking around if Mac remains missing, and don't forget, we lose Mac too." Innocent, bright eyed, selfless Mac.

"Don't you think I know that, Director Webber? I know better than anyone what we'd be losing, but I will not waste time and resources where our odds of success are so small, not even for Angus. And you will follow my orders, or do we need to have another talk about insubordination?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward in his impressive chair.

"No, sir," Matty seethed, her teeth clenched. It was days like today that she truly hated the man.

"You're dismissed," he said, turning away from Matty and back to his desk, as if nothing of what they'd just discussed mattered at all.

Marty rolled her eyes after turning around. As if Oversight could keep her from helping her agents to find the boy that had become a son to her. Unlike the boy's father, she would not be so quick to abandon him.