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Chapter 4: Back From the Dead

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"So, do you think he will find us?"

"That's what I'm counting on," he said, wrapping a hand around the nape of her

neck. Pulling her closer, he pressed a demanding kiss to her lips. "MacGyver will be

in for the surprise of his life, when he discovers not just you, but two psycho's for the

price of one," he cackled.

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Setting his jaw, MacGyver strode into the hallway leading toward Nikki's bedroom.

"MacGyver, what are you doing?" Pete cried.

"If Deborah has Nikki, maybe she 'accidentally' left more clues around. Her work

is reminding me more and more of Murdoc," Mac stated in disgust as he entered

Nikki's room. His eyes swept the room, but a book on Nikki's nightstand caught his

eye. He was surprised to find it was one of the brainwashing books she had signed

out from the library, months ago. As he picked it up, a miniature notebook-size paper

fluttered to the floor. Curiously, he unfolded it and began to read. A dark shadow

passed over his face at her words scrawled across the page:

//I hope he can overcome his feelings for Deborah. I am afraid of what will happen

to him, to us, if he doesn't. Mac just has to get past Deborah, resist her 'charms,'

otherwise . . . I'll never forget the look in his eyes, no emotion, no warmth, just . . .

hatred. Besides, nursing a bruised throat after nearly being choked to death by your

best friend is not one of my most endearing memories.//

Mac let the paper fall to the floor, his chest constricted in pain. Breathing heavily,

his mind raced a million miles a minute. *Oh my . . . what have I done!*

"Mac, did you find anything?" Jack called from the kitchen. Dazedly, Mac shook

his head and quickly checked under the bed and windowsill. "Uh, no nothing."

Turning, his hand grazed an intricate spider web. Brushing it from his hair, he heard

a pop. *Uh oh.* Instinctively, he ducked as something whizzed by his right ear.

Hesitantly, he stood up, afraid of what he might find. Embedded in the wall opposite

him, quivered a metal crossbow arrow. Shakily, Mac untied the paper wrapped

around the arrow, and unrolled the scroll:

//Having fun yet, Macgyver? If you want to see your precious Nikki Carpenter

alive, meet an old friend at the abandoned furniture warehouse on 4th and Vine.

Time is ticking, only 8 hours left. I'm so looking forward to your arrival.//

*Yeah, I'll bet you are.* Mac's jaw muscles contracting, he purposefully strode

into the living room. "Deborah left a surprise gift for me," Mac said dryly as he

handed Jack the note.

"Nearly knocked your block off did she?" Jack asked as he and Pete scanned the

note.

Mac picked up Deborah's picture lying on the counter and stared at it. Climbing

out of the water, it was obviously her, in the soaking wet flesh. Mac looked up at

Jack distractedly, "Hmm, yeah." His eyes widened as something interesting, or

rather someone, caught his eye. "Guys, take a look at this."

Pete took the picture and scrutinized it. "I don't see anything, but then my eyes

aren't what they used to be." Pete shrugged. "What do you see, Mac?"

"Take a look a the picture, Jack? Notice anything?" Mac asked as Pete handed

the photo to Jack.

"No, I don't . . . hey wait a minute! Is that a third arm?" Jack asked excitedly.

Mac grinned smugly. "It looks like Deborah has a partner."