"Dalton, speed up!"
No need to tell him.
Forgotten was his urge to search for Mac. Now he had a new objective.
Next to him was a guy that had obviously something to do with the client Mac was working for.
Jack understood immediately that this Indian man was his key to find Mac. His key to help Mac. His key to help his kid.
He only needed 10 minutes and some red lights back to Phoenix. Jack ignored them generously. As well as the tempo limit.
He pulled the man not too gentle out of the van, dragging him behind into one of the investigation rooms. The man didn't protest. Not even as Jack crashed him on one of the chairs. Again not too gentle.
"Who are you?", Jack shouted, pressing the Indians upper body on the metal table. "I swear to God, I'm gonna rip you apart if you don't tell me where my friend is!"
"Stop it, Dalton!"
Matty stormed into the room, Riley and Bozer right behind her.
Jack let go with a last heavy push. Then he rose up his arms, spinning around, sliding his fingers through his short hair and then slamming his fists into the hard concrete of the wall. He needed to let off some rage – and this sooner than later.
The Indian man straitened his back wearily. Obviously he still thought of Jack slamming him back every second as he turned to the Delta.
"Speak."
Matty didn't even bother to sit down.
"I don't know anything about your friend", the man asserted desperately, raising his hands in innocence.
"So you're gonna tell us, you were just the handy-man, or what!?" Jack was furious.
The Indian man was frightened. "They offered me money, a lot", he winced, "They told me to go to the lab and switch on the phone."
"Who are they?", Matty wanted to know.
"I don't know!", the man whimpered, "Really!", he testified right away as he saw Jack turning to him with the grimiest face he has ever seen in his life.
"They called me", he continued, "They told me to get into the lab and just switch on the phone. I really didn't know that this was a facility of the government. And I really didn't know this would happen! And I really didn't want it to happen!"
"But it did happen!", Jack shouted. The man flinched, "And now my partner is on his own with who knows who!"
"I'm so sorry", the man whimpered.
"Dalton!", Matty exhorted him angrily.
"I'm going nuts here!", Jack cursed, driving his fingers once again through his hair.
"How did you get into the lab?", Matty wanted to know.
"They gave him the job of cleaning staff", Riley answered instead. She showed them her tablet. A profile sheet of the man was showing, the photo showed him the uniform of the Phoenix's cleaning personal.
"So he would not draw attention if he would enter my lab", Bozer concluded and sighed deeply, "No wonder no one noticed him."
"And in the end he acted as the scapegoat, getting himself moved out of the way because he knew to much", Matty summoned up, "And he was the perfect bait for Mac to test him for the job."
Jack licked his dry lips. "And now he's gone."
No, Jack definitely didn't like it. Jack hated it. He hated it a lot.
Mac stirred. His head began to roll to his side.
"Macgyver."
Mac heard the voice like through cotton. He couldn't even make out from which direction it was coming. But what was he expecting, being drugged with chloroform two times in a row. He felt dizzy as hell and he fighted the urge to empty his stomach conent on the floor.
He felt some light slapping to his cheek.
"Macgyver."
He tried to shift away from the hand, but his head felt like plumb, heavy, not reacting to any of his commands. He moaned. Still the gag.
A splash of water. Right to his face. And it was cold water.
Mac breathed heavily through his nose, almost gagging on the water now entering his lungs. He began to cough.
"Macgyver."
A grip in his hair. His head was yanked up with no mercy. Mac whimpered beneath the gag. He clenched his eyes shut in pain. But this act was finally clearing his head.
He tried to pull away but found himself not able to. He was not lying on the ground anymore like before but in a sitting position. His hands were still tied behind him with zip ties, nastily cutting into his flesh. He could feel the cold of metal on his skin, so he must be tied to a chair. So were his feet.
"Macgyver."
The voice was actually sounding kind of happy, yes, almost friendly. Like a little sing-song.
With great effort Mac opened his eyes. He was immediately blended by the light of a neon light. In front of him was a man. With the bright background produced by the light he could only make out a shadow before him. His breathe stuck in his lungs.
"We are going to have a nice little chat", the man said and Mac could actually hear him grin, "A little chat about Daddy maybe?"