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Jack pulled up to Mac's house in his black Camaro, and grabbed the six-pack of beers from the passenger seat. He got out and made his way to the door, while pulling out the keys his best friend had given him to unlock the door.
"Hey Mac, You ready for a night of Bruce, alcohol, and-" Jack cut his sentence short as he looked up to see the mess his brother's living room had become. The beers dropped from his hand, hitting the ground loudly as Jack pulled out his gun. He stepped forward, noting the puddle of blood near the front hallway, and praying with all of his heart that it wasn't Mac's. He reached for his cell phone and called Matty, all while never taking his eyes off of the crime scene in front of him. She picked up after two rings.
"What is it Dalton?" Matty's harsh voice said on the other line. "I thought you and Mac were supposed to be watching Die Hard by now."
"Matty," Jack's voice was urgent and made his boss sit up a little straighter. "I just got to Mac's place, and not only is he not here, but it looks like some sort tornado went through his living room. Everything is a mess," Jack paused as he checked Mac's patio outside, "and there's traces of blood near the door. I need a processing unit down here, ASAP."
The requested team arrived at the MacGyver residence about seven minutes later, as well as Matty, Riley, and a very haggard looking Bozer.
"Jack-"began Bozer as he saw the former Delta sitting on the leather couch in the center of the room. "What the hell happened in here?"
"I don't know Boze. Mac and I agreed to a movie night tonight, but when I got here, half the room is banged up and no sign of Mac anywhere."
Riley moved to sit by Jack on the sofa, immediately pulling out her laptop and looking up the most recent video footage from Mac's front door camera. The team and forced him to install it after too many unwanted visits from a certain psychopath by the name of Murdoc, who of course, was pretty high on the list of potential subjects that would have reason to kidnap Mac. Looking at the footage, Riley stopped the video around 3:19 that day, and the phoenix team gathered around to see a slightly fuzzy image of a black van in front of Mac's house.
"That's gotta be the guys that took Mac" Jack said through gritted teeth. As Riley let the footage play, the four government agents saw two men dressed in black, make their way out of the front door holding a limp figure in between them. Riley tensed as she realized it was Mac who they were holding. Behind the first two came a few more men; all dressed in what Jack thought was military grade tactical gear, with a smaller man dressed in a suit bringing up the rear. The team looked in silence as the video showed Mac being hauled into the van, and as soon as it had driven out of frame, Riley paused the video. The four sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity before Riley spoke up.
"The video is very pixilated, but my facial recognition software might be able to make out some of the faces. It's not a definite though." Her apologetic tone broke her friends out of their trance. Matty spoke up.
"Just do what you can. Any lead we can get on these guys is one step closer to bringing our boy back home." She turned to one of the forensic scientists who was inspecting the blood near the door. "Any word yet on who the blood is from?"
The scientist shook her head. "It will take a little longer for the test results to come back, but we have confirmed that the sample is AB negative." Jack muttered under his breath causing their boss to turn towards the delta expectantly.
"Mac's blood type is AB neg…" he started, but the scientist finished his sentence for him. "And since that is already a fairly uncommon blood type, it is presumable that it would belong to Agent MacGyver." With this statement the team let their heads drop; clearly affected by the realization that Mac was in more trouble than they had previously thought.
"It's not definite though," the women tried to assure her boss. "It all depends on what the tests come back with." Matty waved the woman away, and she got back to her job, clearly worried that she had caused more worry.
"We need to compile a list of anyone that might have cause to hurt Mac," Matty began, but was interrupted by Jack. "Sorry boss, but do you realize how many scumbags we have put away over the past few years? No way are we gonna get through checking all of them."
Matty gave her agent a short glare for the interruption, but changed her line of questioning. "Fine. Riley, get a list of anyone who might have the means to do something like this. Start with the most recent missions, anything that might still be ongoing. We are still not sure whether or not this is a personal attack, and until we find out-"Matty was once again cut short when a cellphone's ringtone cut through the air. "Okay, who do I need to fire?" the boss-lady said with an edge to her voice that made all the people in the room cower a little bit lower.
A small voice from the other side of the room perked up, holding an illuminated phone in his hand. "Um, Ma'am? It's Agent MacGyver's phone that's ringing." At this, the whole team stood up and moved toward the frightened looking scientist. Jack snatched the phone out of his hand and answered the call, putting the phone on speaker.
"I see you have noticed that we payed your friend a little visit. Now, if you ever want to see him in one piece again, I suggest you listen to my instructions very carefully." Jack clenched his hand around the phone, hatred boiling in him for every British-laced word he just heard coming out of his partner's phone.
"Now you listen to me scumbag. If you so much as touch a hair on Mac's head, I will make you pay. And trust me; you will be sorry you ever messed with anyone. Is that clear?" The hostility in Jack's voice surprised everyone in the room, and Riley looked at Jack with a hint of worry.
"Now, now, that's not very friendly is it? I was just trying to put all your minds at ease by telling you there is a simple way to get your pal back. However, I can clearly tell that you are not in the mood to negotiate, so I might just forget about the deal you could have gotten. That is, unless someone a little more… civilized, is available to talk to."
Matty took the phone from Jack's hand, after the Delta had released his grip on it, and spoke to the voice on the other end. "This is Matilda Webber, head of the Phoenix foundation. Exactly who am I talking to?"
"Ah, of course, how rude of me. My name is Anthony Birkshire, leader of S-45, an group that you and your colleagues seem to have taken a dangerous interest in over the past few weeks. You see, your organization has taken a great deal of money from my business, as well as some of my close associates, and I would like them back. So, I am willing to give you back your agent, who is still alive and kicking, if you are willing to part with some of the money you so rudely took from my warehouses. How does that sound?" The voice coming from the other end of the line was laced with a sadistic tone, one that Jack wanted to punch the living daylights out of.
"We need confirmation that Mac is alive before we negotiate anything." Matty tried to keep the conversation going as long as she could, since she could see that Riley was desperately trying to get a trace on the call before it ended.
"We will let you talk with your agent, and give you the chance to negotiate in a few hours. Until then, if we so much as catch a whiff of you on our trial, I will put a bullet in MacGyver's head." The line went dead, and the team turned to Riley expectantly, only to see her throw her hands into the air in frustration.
"I didn't get it. The signal was bounced off multiple towers, and I didn't get enough time to narrow down the radius. I'm sorry." Riley looked up at Jack for the last part, knowing he was the most affected by Mac's kidnapping.
"We're going to get him back, Jack." Matty's voice had a softer tone to it that was rarely ever heard. "You know we are."
"How can you be so sure?" Jack said as he sat back down on the couch, putting his head into his hands.