AN: Thanks to everyone who has kept in waiting for this! I have a few chapters ready and am seriously working on it as well as my Life Laws fic and a few shorts. Thanks to my editor Abigor! Whom between school work and the work I have been piling on her has barely been squeaking by. I am actually looking for a second beta reader/editor who can handle my borderline atrocious spelling and grammar. Please email me if you'd like the job! Normal disclaimers apply. I'm evil and mean and have made this chapter short just to drag it out! MUWHAHAHA…. Ok I'd bet you'd like to actually read this now. Fine – Here ya go-
"I'm gonna kill him. Yep he is so dead." Jack O'Neill mumbled to himself. A sadistic grin played on his lips as he finished suiting up in the Kevlar vest and checked his weapons. Deep in his mind he knew that his prey would be long gone.
Carter came up beside him. "We ready, sir?"
O'Neill took one last look around at the assembled raid team. Nodding his head they slipped out into the night. It did not take the team long to reach the cabin. Most of them spread out around it. Teal'c, Carter, and Jack stood at the door waiting for everyone to be in position. Jack looked at his two teammates, nodded his head, and they burst through the door.
"US Air Force, Freeze!" Carter yelled as they entered. They swung their guns around in a search pattern. Left, right, up, behind the door.
Jack's eyes glanced to a man sitting in a chair for just a moment. Realizing Maybourne was nowhere in the small cabin, he let his gun drop. "I knew it, I knew it!" The evil grin turning into a grimace of disappointment, "God damn it all to hell." Jack quickly keyed the radio on his shoulder. "He's gone. Start a quick survey of the surrounding woods. Watch your backs."
Carter stood stock still looking at the man in the chair. Although she had seen his picture, she did not realize how truly similar he and her CO actually were. She looked to O'Neill inquisitively. Catching his eye and seeing his consent, she walked over to the man. "Mr. MacGyver I presume."
"Yeah" Mac sighed and watched the other man pace around. He noticed the large black man standing near the door, quietly glancing outside, and then back in. His eyes were drawn once more to the pacer who could have been his twin.
"I'm Major Samantha Carter with the US Air Force." She said as she untied his hands. "How are you holding up?"
Mac turned to look at her as he rubbed his wrists. "Ok I guess, could you answer a couple questions for me?"
"I'll try."
"One, " he said shaking his head, "What the hell is going on? And two, who is he?" Mac pointed toward O'Neill who was stalking outside.
"Well, Mr. MacGyver."
"Just call me Mac, please."
"Ok, Mac, first there was a little mix up. As for him, "
As if on cue O'Neill, outside, started yelling, "STARSKY! You God Damn Son of a Bitch! I am gonna seriously kick your ASS!"
Carter couldn't help herself; she began to laugh at the Colonels antics. Since the Russians and Maybourne were discovered with a Stargate, O'Neill and Maybourne played out an ongoing proverbial game of tag. She sighed as she now realized the game involved an innocent.
O'Neill came back in, fuming. He keyed the mic once again. "All units fall back. We ain't gonna find him tonight." He looked at Carter and gave her a tight-lipped smile. "Lets move out." He turned and strode back out of the cabin and down to the awaiting vehicles.
"That's Colonel O'Neill." Carter finished trying not to smile. "Come on, we need to have our Doctor check you out." She began to lead Mac out the door. Teal'c came up behind them with a presence that just dared Mac to try and escape.