Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Macgyver. They
belong to Henry Winkler, Paramount and associates.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks!
:)
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Chapter 8: Race Against Time
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His fingers slid vainly against the glass.
"Mac, hold on!" Nikki screamed, grabbing his wrists. The
flames lunged ever higher as maniacal laughter resounded in
the stifling air. She yanked him backward with all her
strength, causing him to fall on top of her. Pushing himself
upward, he pulled Nikki up with him.
"Mac, what about the . . ."
"No time, I caught a glimpse of it. We have about 60
seconds!" he cried, grabbing her hand.
"60 seconds!" she cried, as level-by-level they raced down
the spiraling catwalks, gunshots raining down around them.
Nikki stopped to glance up at Deborah and Murdoc, both
of whom grasped respectable sized Berettas. Mac tugged
harder on Nikki's hand, yanking her along.
"Come on Nikki, we have to keep moving," he urged.
Practically barreling through the side door, they raced down
the path.
Suddenly, the warehouse behind them exploded,
showering the night sky with wreckage, sparks and
orange-white flame. Instinctively, Mac shoved Nikki to the
ground, the boiling heat clutching at them.
Seconds later, still feeling the waves of heat rippling
through the atmosphere, Mac asked, "Are you alright?"
"Never been better," Nikki quipped. In an attempt to
stand up, she pressed her hand against the still vibrating
ground. A deafening click pierced their now quiet
surroundings.
Painfully, his arm tightened around her waist. Mac
hissed, "Don't move!"
"What?" she wheezed, trying to wriggle out of his vice-like
grip.
"Oh no," Mac groaned.
"What do you mean, oh no? What is it?" Nikki demanded.
"You just activated one of Murdoc's land mines. They are
pressure sensitive. If you move in the slightest, it will kill us
both."
belong to Henry Winkler, Paramount and associates.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks!
:)
***********************
Chapter 8: Race Against Time
***********************
His fingers slid vainly against the glass.
"Mac, hold on!" Nikki screamed, grabbing his wrists. The
flames lunged ever higher as maniacal laughter resounded in
the stifling air. She yanked him backward with all her
strength, causing him to fall on top of her. Pushing himself
upward, he pulled Nikki up with him.
"Mac, what about the . . ."
"No time, I caught a glimpse of it. We have about 60
seconds!" he cried, grabbing her hand.
"60 seconds!" she cried, as level-by-level they raced down
the spiraling catwalks, gunshots raining down around them.
Nikki stopped to glance up at Deborah and Murdoc, both
of whom grasped respectable sized Berettas. Mac tugged
harder on Nikki's hand, yanking her along.
"Come on Nikki, we have to keep moving," he urged.
Practically barreling through the side door, they raced down
the path.
Suddenly, the warehouse behind them exploded,
showering the night sky with wreckage, sparks and
orange-white flame. Instinctively, Mac shoved Nikki to the
ground, the boiling heat clutching at them.
Seconds later, still feeling the waves of heat rippling
through the atmosphere, Mac asked, "Are you alright?"
"Never been better," Nikki quipped. In an attempt to
stand up, she pressed her hand against the still vibrating
ground. A deafening click pierced their now quiet
surroundings.
Painfully, his arm tightened around her waist. Mac
hissed, "Don't move!"
"What?" she wheezed, trying to wriggle out of his vice-like
grip.
"Oh no," Mac groaned.
"What do you mean, oh no? What is it?" Nikki demanded.
"You just activated one of Murdoc's land mines. They are
pressure sensitive. If you move in the slightest, it will kill us
both."
