The drive home was more bearable, though still unpleasant. Macgyver's feeling had left once he'd got in the car. A part of him still felt like there was something back at the apartment, something that made him uneasy, something he'd perhaps just overlooked by accident. But he also knew if there was something, the agents Matty was sending down would find it.
The reached Macgyver's front door, Jack prepared to stay another night despite no one having asked him. But it was something Macgyver had accepted that the moment he returned to LA with him, he was going to helicopter parent regardless.
Macgyver unlocked the door and opened it, Jack yawning into the darkening sky of the evening. As the entered, Jack was already on his way to lounge to kick up his feet, all while Macgyver headed over to his little motion detector, ready to reset the trigger he had likely set off.
He looked at the motion detector to see it had already been set off. Not long before they'd arrived home. He dashed of to Jack who'd taken a seat, a dissatisfied grunt at having to get back on his feet.
Jack pulled out his gun and began clearing room by room, Macgyver close behind, watching for anything that might have been moved or rigged since they've been away. As they went through the rooms, the two agents figured that whoever might very well be gone by now, but alas, as they entered Macgyver's workshop, they found an unfamiliar figure.
"Hands up." Jack shouted to the masked figure. A muscular man wearing tight fitted black garments and plain white mask hiding his features. Gloves covered the hands that were hovering a phone that had been placed on the desk.
"I said hands up." Jack repeated when the figure refused to move. But he once again refused to place his hands up, instead let a few seconds pass before grabbing the nearest object, a box of trinkets that he flung at the two. He darted past them while they were distracted, but Jack was quick and on his trail the second the figure had brushed past.
The figure darted out to the porch, rushing to the balcony before Jack had caught up, gun pointed at the man once again.
"Hands up, or I swear to God I will shoot you." Jack shouted, the figure pausing in his tracks, his hands slowly raising up as he stood, peering over the edge. "Now turn around." Jack added, just as Macgyver cautiously approached from behind. The figure hesitantly obliged, slowly turning around, the hollow eye sockets hide his whole face, it was unnerving to look at.
Jack slowly began approaching the figure, gun close at hand, clasped tightly as he approached, ready for him to make another move. His move being a wolf whistle, something that caught jack off guard until he heard a grunt from behind. His head whipping around to see another figure dressed in the same manner, but that over a female shape, she'd clocked Macgyver over the head. He lay motionless on the ground, the figure looking up at Jack, her feet quickly skidding as she attempted to run forward.
Bang
Shot once, shot twice. Shoulder, then abdomen. The woman went down the second the bullets entered, her body dropping backwards. Jack's head flicked around to the other figure, but he'd taken the leap off the balcony and like Murdoc, disappeared without a trace. With no lead, he turned his attention back to his young charge.
He slid to his side, rolling his onto his back, gentle slapping his cheek until his eyes twitched as they opened.
"Welcome back." Jack muttered, relief littered in his voice as Macgyver slowly regained focus in his vision.
"What-" He began before seeing the motionless body next to his feet, the female, masked individual. Jack moved over to her, her pulse present but faint. He looked up at Macgyver who was already calling Matty, briefing her on the unconscious body in his house. Her response to be her driving all the way down there herself, especially once Macgyver recalled the phone left behind.
"Leave it, we'll examine it following procedure." Matty explained, unable to realise he'd left the phone on speaker on the ground next to Jack, since he darted off to the workshop to look at the phone. "Please tell me he's still listening?"
"We both know the answer to that question Matty." Jack said as he held pressure on the wounds, hoping the assailant would remain alive, they might very well hold some key information.
Macgyver on the other hand had made it to the workshop, phone in his hand. It looked like a mobile version of the two desktops they'd already encountered. The same icons for A.N.N, notes, skyBreak and the Noir Tunnel. Though none of them currently seemed to be clickable, that was when a call came through the phone. A face appeared this time, a young man with black hair with the name Adam listed just beneath the picture. Just under that were reject and answer buttons, and with a hint of hesitation he clicked the answer button, placing it against his ear. A familiar voice began speaking, a new line he'd not heard before…
"I heard you were looking for me…"