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belong to Henry Winkler, Paramount and associates.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks!
:)
Thanks a bunch everyone, for all the feedback! :-)
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Chapter 6: Happy Anniversary Macgyver!
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"It's rather uncanny don't you think? The Phoenix
Foundation's 10th tenure happens to fall on your 10th year
as a Phoenix employee as well--and the 7th anniversary of
our meeting."
Macgyver laughed bitterly, "I suspected as much. So, this
whole thing with Deborah was all a ruse? All along, it was
you . . ."
"I'm afraid not Macgyver," a voice replied. Coming to
stand beside Murdoc, Deborah rested her elbow on his
shoulder. "Murdoc was vital in orchestrating my get out of jail
card. It was his idea to brainwash you. Of course, when
that failed he was there to bail me out, literally. I owe him a
great debt. Soon after, we collaborated on two things,"
Deborah continued, her eyes gleaming wickedly. "Our
mutual vendetta against you--and marriage."
"I couldn't think of a better match--made in hell," Mac bit
out as Murdoc tied a blindfold around his eyes.
"What, no congratulations? My, my Macgyver, where are
your manners?" Murdoc questioned, as he tightly bound
Macgyver's hands, while Deborah secured his ankles.
"I dropped them off outside the warehouse door."
Nikki let out a yelp as Deborah roughly yanked her out of
the chair, it's wooden legs skidding across the floor.
Jerking his head in their direction, Mac demanded, "Where
are you taking her?"
"Not far out of your sight, believe me," Deborah sneered.
Reaching into her pocket, she clasped the cold metal around
Nikki's wrist with a click.
Deborah tapped her watch. "Murdoc, I do believe we
have a plane to catch-and a honeymoon to finish," she
reminded him.
"I'm afraid she's right, we do need to make haste.
Deborah and I have left you a double dilemma Macgyver:
Nikki or you. I think it's quite obvious whom you will choose,
although either way you both lose."
Mac tensed as a grating sound scraped across the floor.
"Deborah and I are quite proud of the contraption we have
rigged directly below. Apparently, you have rubbed off on us
more than we realized."
Deborah removed a section of the metal catwalk, revealing
a serrated plate glass floor beneath. "Picture this: the
beginnings of a tiny fire below Nikki, Macgyver? In just a
few moments Murdoc will set it ablaze, higher and higher,
until she becomes toast. I'm sure you will defuse the
explosive planted in the middle of the fire, saving yourself.
However, if you fail to deactivate the bomb, you both die."
"It's a shame you won't get to see the rest of our
anniversary present to you-100 land mines buried around the
warehouse. Come Deborah, let's allow them their last
moments together." Striding purposefully away, Murdoc
turned around at the last minute. "Happy Anniversary,
Macgyver!"
belong to Henry Winkler, Paramount and associates.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks!
:)
Thanks a bunch everyone, for all the feedback! :-)
****************
Chapter 6: Happy Anniversary Macgyver!
*******************************
"It's rather uncanny don't you think? The Phoenix
Foundation's 10th tenure happens to fall on your 10th year
as a Phoenix employee as well--and the 7th anniversary of
our meeting."
Macgyver laughed bitterly, "I suspected as much. So, this
whole thing with Deborah was all a ruse? All along, it was
you . . ."
"I'm afraid not Macgyver," a voice replied. Coming to
stand beside Murdoc, Deborah rested her elbow on his
shoulder. "Murdoc was vital in orchestrating my get out of jail
card. It was his idea to brainwash you. Of course, when
that failed he was there to bail me out, literally. I owe him a
great debt. Soon after, we collaborated on two things,"
Deborah continued, her eyes gleaming wickedly. "Our
mutual vendetta against you--and marriage."
"I couldn't think of a better match--made in hell," Mac bit
out as Murdoc tied a blindfold around his eyes.
"What, no congratulations? My, my Macgyver, where are
your manners?" Murdoc questioned, as he tightly bound
Macgyver's hands, while Deborah secured his ankles.
"I dropped them off outside the warehouse door."
Nikki let out a yelp as Deborah roughly yanked her out of
the chair, it's wooden legs skidding across the floor.
Jerking his head in their direction, Mac demanded, "Where
are you taking her?"
"Not far out of your sight, believe me," Deborah sneered.
Reaching into her pocket, she clasped the cold metal around
Nikki's wrist with a click.
Deborah tapped her watch. "Murdoc, I do believe we
have a plane to catch-and a honeymoon to finish," she
reminded him.
"I'm afraid she's right, we do need to make haste.
Deborah and I have left you a double dilemma Macgyver:
Nikki or you. I think it's quite obvious whom you will choose,
although either way you both lose."
Mac tensed as a grating sound scraped across the floor.
"Deborah and I are quite proud of the contraption we have
rigged directly below. Apparently, you have rubbed off on us
more than we realized."
Deborah removed a section of the metal catwalk, revealing
a serrated plate glass floor beneath. "Picture this: the
beginnings of a tiny fire below Nikki, Macgyver? In just a
few moments Murdoc will set it ablaze, higher and higher,
until she becomes toast. I'm sure you will defuse the
explosive planted in the middle of the fire, saving yourself.
However, if you fail to deactivate the bomb, you both die."
"It's a shame you won't get to see the rest of our
anniversary present to you-100 land mines buried around the
warehouse. Come Deborah, let's allow them their last
moments together." Striding purposefully away, Murdoc
turned around at the last minute. "Happy Anniversary,
Macgyver!"
