"So, to get it all together", Bozer started, "We have a guy that has slipped into my lab, switched on the phone, bringing our mission to a start, and then ended up as the target for Mac to kill."
"I told you, this was a bloody hell of an idea!", Jack freaked out, "I've told you!"
With a long finger he pointed at Matty.
"And I've told you I already know this", Matty answered peevishly, "And I've told you as well that this comment doesn't help us right now!"
"Guys, this was all for Mac", Jack kept going, but his voice was slowly growing quiet. Concerned. Desperate maybe.
"Jack, we can't be –", Riley started, but she was immediately interrupted by Jack. "You don't believe that yourself actually, do you?!" And the way Riley dodged his look he knew he was right.
"Riley, we need full access to the cameras", Matty commanded as she noticed the team was on the edge. She tried to put order in a situation where everyone thought order didn't belong. "Get me a blue print of this building. I need to know if there are other exits."
Riley started typing. Jack couldn't stop running in circles. Bozer was chewing on his lip.
Oh no, there wasn't any order right now.
With her fast "Got it!" Riley stopped her work. Almost immediately countless screens popped up in front of them, all of them showing CCTV around the area.
Jack felt like searching, but he didn't know what he was looking for. So he desperately searched over the pictures.
Another loud click and a window of the blue screen was in sight. Everyone tried to study it, but Riley was faster with her analysis. "There is a basement", she said. Right then a tunnel system beneath the large area got visible.
"You should say a maze", Bozer said and said what everyone was thinking out aloud.
This was a joke.
This definitely was a joke.
It had to be.
Mac wasn't sure what to do with his face. He felt like laughing about the sheerness of this situation, but on the same time he felt so lost in space he didn't know where he belonged.
He ended up with a blunt stare and some half-laughing gasps.
Definitely not what his captor had in mind.
After some seconds, his gasps actually grew in a half hearted laugh. He was kidnapped for his dad! A man, he hasn't seen since childhood. A man, he was searching himself.
Wouldn't his situation be so life threatening, it would have actually been hilarious.
"So you like our topic?", the man in front of him sneered.
"Oh, very much", Mac laughed, "Because I can't help you at all. I haven't seen him in years. I don't know anything about him." It was no lie.
"We will see that later", the man commented, "Maybe it is just a right amount of pressure." With that he leaned forward and gripped Mac's upper thigh harsh. Mac abruptly stopped laughing. He looked eyes with his captor whose face was only centimetres away. He could actually feel the hot breathe on his face.
The man's grip got a little stronger and Mac jumped, in surprise and pain.
"Really, I don't know anything", he repeated, "I'm actually searching for him myself."
A sick smile found its way to the man's face. Mac didn't like it.
"Oh great, we have something to start our little conversation." With this the man raised up, clapping in his hands. After that he started rubbing them together, leaving a terrible sound in the quiet room. For a splint second Mac thought he was just like the cliche of the big bad boss on every prime time TV series.
The man stopped. He turned his head sideward, looking directly at Mac. A big shadow formed itself on his face, resulting in a deadly and grim look. Mac swallowed hard.
"What have you found?"
What am I doing this for?!
After the fourth round with a taser, Mac was definitely done. His whole body was shaking, trying to clean itself of the shock waves. His muscles ached, especially in his back and arms as he stretched himself too much. And not forget his jaw because of the way he clenched his teeth.
He breathed through the dizziness. Because of the adrenaline shot he got a few minutes ago, he was still high and of course in no position to thankfully pass out. With weary eyes he tried to focus on the man in front of him, but it felt like his whole world was shaking and wavering around him. The nausea was overwhelming. Mac swallowed hard to keep the bile down in his stomach.
He heard a voice, but he couldn't make out any words. His brain couldn't process any connected sounds at least understanding whole sentences. But he knew he was the one spoken to.
"Angus."
His kidnapper seemed to notice because he slapped the blond boy almost gentle on his cheek a few times. But Mac was too busy with supplying his body and brain with oxygen than to react to the man. In contrary, his head even wobbled back more than his brain could process, so a new wave of dizziness run over him again.
A fierce grip on his chin kept his head steady. Mac closed his eyes shut and just breathed. He felt like throwing up. "Don't you hyperventilate on me", the man growled. It seemed that he actually noticed that the combination of two times chloroform, one shot of adrenaline and electrocution was a little too much for the human body.
As the man saw Mac's eyes rolling up in his head, he let got of his chin and stood up. With two steps he was behind the boy and reached for his head. One hand crawled itself in the blond hair and stabilized the head as the other one just slapped down on Mac's mouth. Mac yelped in surprise and helplessness as his breathing was very much restricted. He began to struggle in his chair, trying to dislodge the hand. But the man just pressed him backwards till his head rested on the man's belly.
His nostrils flared as Mac tried to draw in the air as much as possible through his nose. A little panic rose inside him as he felt a stronger need for oxygen of this body but wasn't able to provide it with. Without focus his eyes searched all over the room. A moan made it past the hand.
"Breathe", the man commanded him.
Mac's bound hands began to shake violently behind his back. Not being able to breath the way he wanted nor being able to actually move he felt restricted even more. A claustrophobic feeling crept up inside his body.
But what ever the man was doing, it actually worked. After some terrifying minutes Mac's breath ebbed out and got more and more calm. His body was trying to hyperventilate, but with the restricted breathing he was forced to slow his breathing pace. And that finally set his body supposedly peace.
His breath came deep gasps as his heart rate finally settled down. And finally the man let go of him. Mac closed his eyes in exhaustion and breathed deep through his now open mouth. He actually enjoyed the large amount of oxygen he could draw in. But then the grip around his chin appeared once again. Against his will his head was locked in a straight position. Mac forced his eyes open and looked directly in the face of his kidnapper.
Mac tried to focus his eyes. The way the man had reacted to his little panic attack frightened him more than anything else. It was not the first time he was kidnapped and tortured in his life, but he never met someone who was so capable of what he was doing. The man had reacted like a professional, like a person who was confronted with these kinds of situation on a daily bases and was absolutely knowable of what to do. Mac felt more and more terrified with every breath he took.
"If you are passing out on us, we can't talk", the man chuckled. If the situation wouldn't be this life threatening Mac would have actually thought of the man's voice as pleasant. But now it was just scary.
The man smiled. It was a sick smile. "Oh, such beautiful fear in those beautiful eyes."
Mac swallowed hard. This was definitely no normal kidnapping. He had been kidnapped by pros. And this fact alone made him terrible uneasy. Just the thought of not knowing what was waiting there for him.
"So, where were we?", the man acted in front of him, letting go of his chin. Mac's head lolled back a little. He knew the man was just posing and enjoying his power over him. "Ah, right!" He even snapped with his fingers, "Daddy Macgyver."
"As I said, I don't know anything about him", Mac groaned. He was surprised of his own voice, being this hoarse and thin, more air than tone, "He left me when I was a kid."
Why am I doing this?
"I know this already", the man sighed, "And I know you are searching for him. So I want to know what you found out." With this he crouched down in front of the young man. Mac's uneasiness grew immensely. He tried to shift away but was kept restrained on the metal chair. "And you see, it's really important for me to find your Daddy, Angus."
Why am I doing this?
"I haven't found anything", Mac pressed out.
The man tilted his head. "Funny", he smiled, "But you see, I don't believe you."
Mac's face grew pale. His breath got stuck in his airways. "No, really, I haven't found anything yet", he affirmed, shaking his head a little.
Why am I doing this?
The man smiled once again. Mac wasn't sure how to interpret the facial expression, but he definitely didn't like the way this conversation was going.
"I somehow get the feeling you're actually right about this", the man said. Mac wasn't ready to relax yet. "So let me rephrase my question then: what are your leads in your search?"
"What?", Mac wheezed.
"You may not have found something, but I'm pretty sure you actually have some very interesting hints or leads in your search."
Mac swallowed. "I have barely started – "
The slap on his face came unexpected. But none or less, it hurt like hell. Tears sting in his eyes as he turned his head back to the man. The sick smile has disappeared. Instead there was this looming shadow on his face again. The grim face. He had stood up.
"So you're telling me you did nothing for how long – 15 years?!", the man shouted, bowing down over Mac and resting his hands on Mac's thighs. Mac tried to shift away, but the man almost drilled his nails into his flesh. The grip hurt and gave him the feeling he was on the man's mercy. Mac's breath puffed out of his nostrils, in an alarmingly high pace.
Why am I doing this?
And now the man was angry. "I think you still don't know your position", he growled with a deep voice. Mac wasn't even sure anyone in the room but him understood the words. "I know you special agents are trained well, but I didn't think you were trained in being stupid."
The threatening was vivid. And this alone was driving Mac's uneasiness in new heights. He wasn't surprised that the man knew about him being an agent. He was sure the man knew everything about him, about Phoenix, about his team. Mac was actually pretty sure that all this mission was nothing but a farce to lure him away from his team. And he knew it. He painfully knew it.
I am on my own. They don't where I am.
Lost in his thoughts he hasn't even realized the movement in the small basement room. He felt the zip ties around his wrists being cut, then around his feet. Before he could react, he was yanked up from the chair.