Sorry this is so short, but it's neccessary...
Pete Shanahan sat in a bar in a small town on the outskirts of Colorado Springs nursing a beer. For the thousandth time since his altercation with Sam, he fought the urge to give her a call, to apologize for his abominable behavior. However, his reasons for breaking off that particular relationship were still valid; no matter how much he could wish otherwise.
He had been planning his revenge for far too long to let something like love stand in the way. He had known going in that he wouldn't be able to have a lasting relationship with Sam Carter, but he'd been unable to help himself. She was as smart as she was pretty. Unlike Penny Parker, though the two women did share the same naive excitement for their respective worlds. The fact that Sam traversed alien planets just added to her charm and mystery.
There was no use in thinking along those lines, however. He had a purpose, a mission and nothing could interfere. Perhaps, after he'd dealt with MacGyver, he could take a chance on love. Maybe Samantha Carter would even be able to accept him for who he was and what he did. She was, after all, in the military. The only difference between himself and them, was that their assassinations were generally legally sanctioned.
'Pete' mentally reviewed his plan, making certain it was fool--and MacGyver--proof. Satisfied that everything would go according to his wishes, he threw a five dollar bill onto the table and left the bar, whistling a tune to himself. Oh the simple joys of life: Love, and the knowledge that a major thorn in one's side was about to bite the dust.
After walking a few blocks, he came to the rundown motel where he had rented a room. He grinned as he unlocked the door and stepped inside to greet his new 'guest'. "Hello, Peter? How are you finding your stay? Not too uncomfortable I hope, since you'll be here a while. I still have a few measures to work out."
Peter Thornton was tied up on one of the twin beds of the room, a gag placed in his mouth. The Director of Operations and Founder of the Phoenix Foundation was red in the face and quite obviously angry as he tried to mouth invectives through the cloth. 'Pete' got the idea and laughed merrily.
"Now, now Mister Thornton," 'Pete' admonished lightly, "Such language coming from such an important man." He loped forward and removed the gag.
"Murdoc!" Thornton growled as soon as the obstacle was gone, "You are a sick and twisted..." his words were cut off as Murdoc injected a sedative. The former DXS agent fell into a deep and dreamless slumber.
Murdoc smiled evilly. Oh how he loved his job.