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Chapter 2: Smoking Gun

Calmly, Macgyver blew on the end of the smoking gun, tucked it back inside his coat pocket and walked out of the room. Seconds later, other Phoenix associates rushed into Pete's office. Gasps rose up in the room as a frantic Pete dialed 911.
Woodenly, Macgyver stepped into his jeep, squealed out of the parking lot and headed to the state penitentiary. After a lengthy drive, Macgyver drove through the open chain link fence surrounding the facility.
"I'm here to see Deborah."
"Deborah who, buddy?" the guard demanded.
"Never you mind." Once more, Macgyver wasted no time in whipping the 9mm out of his jacket pocket, slamming the weapon against the security guard's temple. Leaning over the counter, he grabbed the guard's keys and unlocked the door leading to the jail cells. About half-way down the hall, he stopped. "Deborah." Not even blinking an eye, he unlocked her cell.
"I knew you would come," Deborah softly uttered. Running a hand down his face, she placed a tender kiss on his lips.
"Let's get out of here," he said. Hand-in-hand, they raced down the hall, when suddenly, an onslaught of footsteps closed in on them. Several police officers surrounded Macgyver, as impassively, he watched Deborah make her escape. Two officers handcuffed Macgyver's hand's behind his back.
"Macgyver, you are under arrest for the murder of Nikki Carpenter."