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Chapter 5: Risky Business

Nikki jumped at the sound of someone slamming their fist

against a solid wooden object, however, she was extremely

grateful for the distraction it provided against her rolling

stomach.

"I don't believe it! You left the picture of yourself there -

with me in it!"

"Don't worry, Mac won't notice it."

"Macgyver notices everything!" Taking a deep breath, he

sat down and pulled the somewhat anxious woman into his lap.

"Don't worry. It doesn't matter. By the time he gets here it

will be too late."

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"Okay Pete, now you may call the police, but keep them at

bay. If Deborah knows the police are here, she will harm

Nikki. Jack, keep a low profile, I want Deborah to see only

me, but stay close by. I'm going to need your help."

"Yea!" Jack muttered to himself. Mac turned and cocked a

questioning eyebrow at Jack. "I mean, uh sure thing

buddy!" he cried, clapping a hand on Mac's shoulder.

"Good, then let's get moving." Together, they jumped down

out of Mac's jeep and began their trek through the dense

forest.

As they wove in and out amongst the trees, Jack

whispered, "Mac, we both know Deborah won't let you leave

alive."

"I know." Mac clenched his fists, "But I will make sure

one of us does."

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She removed the binoculars from her eyes and turned

around in anticipation. "I see him! He's headed straight for

us!"

"Do you see anyone else with him?"

"No."

"Good. Are you set my pet?"

Grinning devilishly, she replied, "Ready, willing and very

capable."

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As she listened to her captors, Nikki broke out into a cold

sweat. She didn't know if it was the intense burning of her

skin or the fact that Mac was walking straight into a trap.

Her head spinning, Nikki mentally pleaded for Mac not to

rescue her, but she knew he was too far gone for that.

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As Mac approached the side exit door, he motioned for

Jack to stay back and hide behind the bushes. Jack shook

his head, ready to argue, but a quick look from Mac stopped

him. Taking a deep breath, Mac switched off his flashlight,

as did Jack. He wanted to enter undetected, if at all

possible. As he tugged outward on the heavy door, Mac was

surprised to find the main floor flooded with light. Looking

heavenward, Mac stared into the dark maze of catwalks.

Slipping the flashlight into his small backpack, Mac tucked

his swiss army knife between his teeth and began his ascent.

A low, mournful sound penetrated Mac's eardrums.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Mac clenched down so

hard on the knife, his teeth hurt. Overlooking the main floor

of the furniture warehouse turned auditorium, he made his

way to the highest level of catwalks.

"NO!" Nikki's muffled cries strained against her gag.

"Take it easy," a voice whispered into her ear. Removing

the gag from her mouth, Mac reassured her, "I'm okay,

the music didn't affect me." Her relief was short lived, as she

recalled the sinister words spoken only moments before by her kidnappers.

Desperately, Nikki pleaded, "Mac, "You have to leave, it's

a trap, Mu . . ."

Suddenly, a click was heard as the music stopped and the

lights came on in full force.

"She's right, Macgyver. You should have left things well

enough alone, but I knew you wouldn't." Smiling, a dark

haired figure emerged from the shadows.

Blinking profusely, Mac's knife fell from his lips and slipped

between the precarious metal slats, soundlessly falling three

stories to the ground floor.

"Murdoc!"