Note: I just wanted to say I'm sorry for not updating for a while and thank
you to all of you who stuck with the story. I've had so many things going
on lately with college and work, that I hardly have any free time anymore.
But from now on, I'll manage to find some, and update a lot quicker. So
thanks again, here's the next chapter and hopefully I can update within a
few days to a week!:-) Enjoy!!
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Pete stopped suddenly at Penny's outburst and tried to remain calm as his heart suddenly dropped to his knees in worry. "Not breathing?! What do you mean he's not breathing?!"
"Oh contraire, my lady," Jack replied as he kneeled next to MacGyver. "He's just unconscious from losing so much blood and has a very week pulse, so he's breathing just not real strongly, and looking over him, it seems that we may only have about two hours before he bleeds to death."
Penny nodded. "Oh, well good then."
"Since when are you a medical expert?" Pete stated.
"Aw come on, Pete, I've been through everything with you and Mac, need I say more?"
"No, look, let's just hurry allright?"
"You read my mind!"
Pete sighed as he got behind one end of MacGyver, and Jack the other, and carefully followed Penny out of the room. "How far to the plane, Jack?"
"About a half hour, if we hurry."
"Well fine then, let's do!" **
About twenty-five minutes later they all made their way towards the plane, with no signs of MacGyver being conscious. Out of breath but focused on getting their best friend to a hospital, Pete and Jack carefully laid MacGyver onto the floor of the plane, as Penny followed and sat down next him.
"Okay, time to fly away," Jack said getting into the plane.
"Look, Jack, I want you to fly safely but please hurry."
"Don't worry Pete, MacGyver as been there for all three of us countless times. Now it's our turn to be there for him. And I'll do it no matter what I have to do."
"Even trying to fight me off?"
Jack and Pete froze and turned their heads slowly, soon finding themselves staring at Michael with a gun in his hand. "Who are you?" Pete replied. "What do you want with us?"
"The evidence you have. I want it, or your friend here won't even be able to make it to the hospital."
"But your boss is already dead, I thought the evidence was against him?" Penny stated.
"Oh believe me sweetheart, it affects me as well. So hand it to me or your friend dies, along with the rest of you. And since you made me wait so long, you have only thirty seconds," he responded, turning of the safety of the gun and pointing it towards MacGyver's head. "So what's it going to be gentleman? Letting me go, or letting your friend die?"
TBC...
Pete stopped suddenly at Penny's outburst and tried to remain calm as his heart suddenly dropped to his knees in worry. "Not breathing?! What do you mean he's not breathing?!"
"Oh contraire, my lady," Jack replied as he kneeled next to MacGyver. "He's just unconscious from losing so much blood and has a very week pulse, so he's breathing just not real strongly, and looking over him, it seems that we may only have about two hours before he bleeds to death."
Penny nodded. "Oh, well good then."
"Since when are you a medical expert?" Pete stated.
"Aw come on, Pete, I've been through everything with you and Mac, need I say more?"
"No, look, let's just hurry allright?"
"You read my mind!"
Pete sighed as he got behind one end of MacGyver, and Jack the other, and carefully followed Penny out of the room. "How far to the plane, Jack?"
"About a half hour, if we hurry."
"Well fine then, let's do!" **
About twenty-five minutes later they all made their way towards the plane, with no signs of MacGyver being conscious. Out of breath but focused on getting their best friend to a hospital, Pete and Jack carefully laid MacGyver onto the floor of the plane, as Penny followed and sat down next him.
"Okay, time to fly away," Jack said getting into the plane.
"Look, Jack, I want you to fly safely but please hurry."
"Don't worry Pete, MacGyver as been there for all three of us countless times. Now it's our turn to be there for him. And I'll do it no matter what I have to do."
"Even trying to fight me off?"
Jack and Pete froze and turned their heads slowly, soon finding themselves staring at Michael with a gun in his hand. "Who are you?" Pete replied. "What do you want with us?"
"The evidence you have. I want it, or your friend here won't even be able to make it to the hospital."
"But your boss is already dead, I thought the evidence was against him?" Penny stated.
"Oh believe me sweetheart, it affects me as well. So hand it to me or your friend dies, along with the rest of you. And since you made me wait so long, you have only thirty seconds," he responded, turning of the safety of the gun and pointing it towards MacGyver's head. "So what's it going to be gentleman? Letting me go, or letting your friend die?"
TBC...
