"Jack, he's moving!"

Jack stopped drumming right away, tensing up.

"And he's moving way too fast", he heard Riley in his ear. She sounded stressed.

Now Jack felt stressed too.

"He's moving directly on the road now", Riley explained further, "He must be in a car right now."

Why was Mac in a car?

"Dalton, follow him!", Matty commanded.

"On my way!", Jack copied and prepared his car with the blinker to change track. He clicked his smart phone in a holder at the dash board of his van. On the screen he could see Mac's beeping signal disappearing in the depths of the road network ahead.

Mac was alone on the back seat of the limousine. In front of him a man in black was driving the car. Other than the order he hasn't talked to him anymore.

At this point Mac hated himself. He had the urge of asking where they were going, but he wasn't allowed to. Otherwise he would blow his cover as the cold blooded professional killer.

I am no killer, I can't do it!

This personality was competing against his own in such a terrible way! But he mustn't give in, he was on an operation! Right now, he hated himself for being an agent!

Having an inner battle between his fight or flight instinct, Mac longed for his turtle neck. Again he had the feeling it was way too stiff around his neck, cutting him off from air. He could have even sworn it was getting harder to breath. Mac swallowed hard. Unconsciously he licked his lips. Luckily his driver didn't seem to recognize his uneasiness as he was busy with manoeuvring the car in the traffic that was getting heavier with every minute. Rush hour was coming.

At this point Mac was relieved they put a transmitter on him. Between all these cars Jack and the others would never have found him. Especially as they didn't know which car he was in right now. Again, unconsciously his hands moved to his transmitter. It was hidden in his turtle neck.

With the time going the got stuck in traffic a little. Mac was happy that their drive was slowed down. But on the same time he knew, that if he got stuck in traffic, Jack would be too. Because he was absolutely sure he was sitting in his black van right now, cursing over the terrible driving skills around him.

Suddenly his driver rode the car in an entry. Mac stiffened. He was at his destination.

It was basically just another abandoned factory. Steam was coming from a few piles of trash that had been burned long ago. The scenery was all in all grey and gloomy.

The large cargo gate was opened by two other men in black. Unerringly their car was heading there. With sudden the daylight was gone and they were welcomed by a gloomy darkness. Only some neon lights at the ceiling were giving a little light. And it wasn't much as most of the lights were already broken.

With a loud creak the gate was shut close just as they drove through it. Now it was actually really getting dark. Mac's uneasiness grew more and more. He didn't like the way this was going.

Hopefully Jack is on his way!

The car came to a stop. So did Mac's breathing. And his heart.

Mac remained in his seat, observing the place through the windows. Was he supposed to get off? Or was someone getting in the car to sit next to him?

The men who had closed the gate came in sight. Like bodyguards the positioned themselves right in line with Mac's door. So he was supposed to get off then, he thought. Collecting all his courage with his next breathe he exited the car.

"Hell, did you win your license in the lottery?!"

Jack was furious. The traffic was so heavy now he was just happy he wasn't crashing anyone – or better said, he wasn't crashed by someone!

"Riley, I need the shortest route to Mac right now, best would be sidewa- hey, get your f*cking car away, you bloody idiot!" Loud beeping. Jack's head out of the window, heavily waving with his hand.

"I'm on it", Riley answered.

Jack didn't hear it. He was too busy shouting every existing curse.

Mac ended up right in front of the hood of a car. The headlights of the car were now on full power, producing a large shadow of Mac into the overwhelming darkness ahead. He watched around wearily.

Right then his eyes caught sight of a person. A man. Kneeling on the floor. A forth men in darkness behind him.

He was definitely not part of the gang of the men in black. He was bent forwards, breathing heavily as if he was hurt. Mac eyed him, unsure of what to do with the situation. As "Mac" he would have run right to him, searching for injuries, calming him down, being at the side of the obviously terrified man, but he wasn't "Mac".

I am Murdoc.

"Kill him."

A bystander wouldn't have been sure about the fact who was more shocked because of this sentence: the killer or the victim.

Obviously the man on the ground started to beg in not understandable words, begging for his life. On the other hand Mac was just staring at him with wide eyes.

Oh no, he didn't like this at all!

Should he stop right there? Should he give up his cover? Should he become "Mac" again and end this freaking operation right here and now? Again, Mac came in conflict with his fight or flight instinct. Stressed he felt himself tensing up way to visible for his liking as he desperately searched for an answer – for a way out of this situation! But whatever solution he thought about he couldn't get out of it!

He was outnumbered at the moment. Mac was a good fighter for sure, but against four men, probably highly trained bodyguards, he wouldn't stand a chance. His next problem was nothing was in reach to macgyver himself out of this situation – there was basically nothing in the hall.

But he couldn't kill an innocent person!

Not now!

I'm not ready!

But not being ready wasn't even the hardest part of it. It was basically the fact that this man was begging at him. He was begging at Mac! He was begging for his life!

Mac felt like throwing up right here and now.

But at the same time something felt off. At first Mac couldn't tell what it was, but he somehow got the feeling that this man wasn't his actually target. This man was just a test for him, to get evidence, that Mac could actually kill a person. That Mac was actually the right person for the big bad. A killing test!

Bile rose in his throat.

"Kill him now."

Mac was running out of time! He needed to act right now!

Blow my cover or not?

Where is Jack?

He couldn't kill the man, but couldn't blow his cover or the operation was lost. And he would be in a very dangerous situation all of the sudden. But on the other hand he couldn't wait any longer for Jack!

Think, Mac, think!

Tears were now streaming over the victim's face. Mac couldn't bring himself to watch him anymore. He desperately tried to blend out the begging, he felt like running every second. But he needed to act right now!

"Get him up", he said. Mac was shocked about his own voice – so cold. Like a killer.

Now the man in front of him was whimpering. Mac was internally screaming, but he had no other choice. He needed to get the operation going. Too much was at stake.

But he was not going to kill the man.

With a fast grip Mac slung his arm around the man's throat. His victim was struggling, whimpering, crying, begging. Mac's internal screaming got louder.

Please, just trust me, I'm not going to hurt you!

But the man was far away from reasoning. At his point of view he was about to be killed. Killed by Mac!

Please!

The man didn't stop fighting back.

Please!

Mac's internal screams turned into internal cries.

With his free hand Mac pressed some points in the back of the man. It was hidden behind the struggling of his victim. But as time went by, the fighting got weaker. The lack of oxygen showed his effect.

Right as the man was about to pass out, Mac's mouth came close to his ear. With a voice so low he was even surprised of himself he was able to produce it, he hummed something that was actually tearing him apart. Right at the moment the words made their way past his lips. And he felt every single of it. He felt it like his soul was ripped out with them, disappearing in the thin air around him. The honesty of the words was overwhelming him.

"I'm so sorry."