Eh, once again, not sure how I feel about this chapter, especially the action parts. Like I mentioned in one of the earlier chapters, I've read and re-read over this story so many times and edited it so much that I'm not sure if I have a completely...non-skewed view of the story and chapters, so let me know what you think :)

Still not mine

The five prisoners made their way cautiously down corridor after corridor, constantly on the lookout for any of the radicals. They finally saw a door, but had to duck behind a wall as they realized it was being guarded by three men, each heavily armed.

"Alright, I think we can take them out before they can raise the alarm," Jack whispered to the group. MacGyver glared at him. "What?" Jack asked incredulously. Mac continued to stare at his friend and Jack rolled his eyes slightly. "Fine, we won't take them out," he conceded. "We'll just kneecap them. Does that work?" he offered, only somewhat sarcastically. "We just need enough time to get out the door before backup gets here," he explained.

MacGyver glanced around and saw a coin on the floor. He bent and picked it up, then chucked it as far as he could with his left hand. Like he wanted, it clattered and clanged against the walls, making the guards look towards the noise. Two of them walked forward cautiously while one stayed behind at the door. The one left behind turned to face the door, glancing through what appeared to be a peephole.

Mac looked at Jack. "You're welcome," he mouthed. Jack rolled his eyes at his young friend. Once the two guards had passed their hiding spot, Jack jumped out from behind the wall quick as lightning. He lunged forward and caught the final guard by the neck. Within seconds, the guard was on the ground, not a sound made. Jack motioned wildly for the rest of the group to come quickly, wincing as he jostled his arm. MacGyver shooed the other three towards the door as he kept an eye on the guards.

They had reached the spot where the coin had stopped and were staring at the ground. Mac divided his attention between making sure everyone was getting out the door safely, and making sure the guards didn't see them getting out the door. Alexei was the last one to go through, and as soon as the older Russian was through, MacGyver turned and made his way towards the door. He was just about to squeeze through the door when a shot rang out and a bullet hit the wall just above his head. He ducked and covered his head with his left arm, but thankfully he and Jack made it through the small opening before the guards got back to their post.

"Jack, hold it closed!" MacGyver said loudly as he hurried around the alley they had been let out into.

"What do you think I'm doin', kid?" Jack asked back, holding the doorknob as tight as he could while the guards on the other side tried to get the door open. "I dunno how long I can hold it though, so whatever you're doing, better do it fast!" he urged.

"See, what I'm trying to do is this: the door that we just came through opens inward. If I can get something long and thick enough to fit across the door frame and somehow attach whatever that may be to the door handle, it'll take them a lot longer to get through the door, giving us more time to get away."

MacGyver glanced around. It looked like the alley was a place to ditch useless items; there were glass bottles, both broken and whole, old laptops that looked suspiciously like they had bullet holes in them, and other random junk people had discarded over time. Mac hurried to the wall, where several long pieces of wood were propped up. He also found a long cord, something that looked like it used to be a computer charging cord.

"It won't hold them for long, but it may give us enough time to get far enough away and call for help." MacGyver thought as he looked at the items he had gathered. He shivered, and he was reminded just how cold it was. His leather jacket not doing much against the bitterness of the weather. He knew they needed to get somewhere warm, otherwise it wouldn't matter if they got away from the Russian Radicals; they'd be frozen within the hour, while frostbite would begin setting in within minutes. He turned to Philip and Alexei.

"Can I get you guys to help?" he asked as he held out the boards. The two of them nodded and came forward, grabbing the wood planks. "I need you to place those across the door," he instructed. They did as he requested, and he took the charging cord and wrapped it around the wood several times, then knotted it to make sure it would stay in place. Once that was done, he wound the remaining bit of cord around the doorknob and tied it off as well. When they were done, everyone slowly backed up and watched as the wood prevented the door from opening no more than half an inch.

Jack let out a relieved, breathy sort of laugh and went to clap his friend on the shoulder, pulling back at the last second as he remembered that wouldn't be such a great idea. "Come on," he urged again. They all turned around and headed for the mouth of the alley, but right as they were about to exit and run for freedom, Darya and eight of her companions stepped in front of them.

"Come on!" Jack yelled in frustration, throwing his hand up in the air. "Whaddya have to do to make an escape around here?!"

Darya ignored Jack, focusing on MacGyver instead. "You are very resourceful," she commented as she looked him up and down. He was holding his arm to keep it from moving around too much, and he was sending death glares her way as he continued to shiver in the bitter cold alley. She stared at him for a minute longer before waving her hand. "Kill the older American and the diplomat's wife," she instructed callously. "Then take the rest inside. Make sure they stay tied up this time," she glared at her fellow radicals before she turned and walked away, leaving the soldiers alone with the small group of escapees.

"Woah," Jack said as the men advanced on him. Eliza was crying as she was yanked away from her husband's arms, and two men had to drag MacGyver back and pin him to the wall. He struggled, not caring about the pain in his shoulder.

Philip and Alexei were also restrained, three men making a small corral around the two of them, blocking the way to the two prisoners being forced against the opposite wall. The last guard was the one who pulled out his gun, checking it over as if to make sure it was in working condition.

Philip, Alexei, and MacGyver were all yelling and straining against their captors, mostly forgetting about the cold. They were struggling enough that their bodies were generating a little bit of warmth; enough to keep them going for a few more minutes at least. The man holding the gun barked a command, and rags were shoved in all their mouths to mute the sound of their cries.

Eliza was fighting as hard as she could, but the man holding her was at least twice her size, and he held her still without much trouble. Jack on the other hand was putting up a fight that was challenging the man holding him more than just a little.

Jack threw back his elbow, hitting his captor in the jaw and knocking him back slightly. He turned to face the Russian, throwing a punch directed at the man's face. He was slightly slower than usual though, which gave the Russian time to evade the punch by ducking, and he also managed to sweep his leg around and into Jack's legs. The agent crashed to the ground, knocking his head on the ground and dazing him long enough for the Russian to drag him to his feet and pin him against the wall once more.

MacGyver pushed against the men holding him, only succeeding in pulling at his shoulder again, causing his vision to tunnel in slightly. His muffled yells grew louder as he saw Jack struck across the back of his head with the butt of a gun, stunning him further. Mac's heart was hammering in his chest as he watched the man with the gun cock it, then aim it at his friend.

Time seemed to slow down; there was the sound of a gun cocking, a shot, and a body dropped to the ground. A stunned silence followed as the man who had previously been pointing his gun at Jack was now writhing on the ground, clutching at his knee. Everyone focused on the entrance of the alley as two men ran into the alley, each of them brandishing a gun in each hand.

MacGyver stared in astonishment as he realized he knew who the two men were. "Who on earth called the Coltons? What are they even doing this close to Russia?!" Everyone stared at the newcomers for a second, then it was as if a dam burst.

Philip and Alexei fought with renewed vigor against the men who were fencing them in, smashing two of the Russian's heads together and knocking them out. Philip immediately jumped towards the man holding his wife, bowling into him and throwing them both into the wall. The two of them brawled as Alexei squared off with the last man who had been guarding them.

MacGyver bashed his head into the nose of the man holding his left side, and as that man let go of him, clutching at his nose and howling in anger and anguish, MacGyver swung his left arm around. He put his entire weight behind the swing, clapping the man on the side of his head with his open palm. The hit landed right over the Russian's ear, knocking him into the wall. The man cried out in pain as the hit caused his eardrum to pulse angrily with pain, and after a few seconds of pain, the man passed out.

Knowing that man was taken care of, MacGyver turned to face the first man he had attacked, whose nose was now dripping with blood. He stared at MacGyver with anger and hate in his eyes, then lunged towards Mac. As the man charged, MacGyver, out of instinct raised his right fist in defense. He managed to give the man a solid punch to the jaw, knocking him to the ground, but Mac also succeeded in making himself see stars float in front of his eyes.

The blond dropped to one knee, ripping the rag from his mouth and panting as he tried to get his vision to stop fading in and out. He remembered Jack was still in danger and he forced himself to his feet, turning to help his friend as much as he could, but found that that was unnecessary.

Billy Colton was helping Jack to his feet. The man who had been holding Jack was now lying on the ground. He was still breathing, but he had a nasty cut on his forehead and Mac knew that he was going to be out for a while.

"I had him," Jack insisted as he was hauled to an upright position. His eyes looked a little unfocused, and the bandage on his arm had come loose, but MacGyver was just glad to see that his friend was still breathing.

"Sure you did," Billy replied with a wink as he and Jack grasped hands and gave each other a quick one-armed hug, slapping each other on the backs. Jack grunted as his wound was pressed on accidentally. Billy backed up a little with an apology coming out of his mouth faster than you could blink. Jack waved him off, instead asking the brothers,

"Not that I'm not grateful to see you, but what are you doing here?" Jack asked.

Jesse Colton finished zip tying the guards' hands and feet, then stepped over to greet his friends as he answered.

"We got a call from Patty. She said you guys might need some help. We were close by, thought we'd stop in and see if we could do anything," he explained. "Hey Mac," Jesse greeted. He was about to grab the young man in a massive bear hug but stopped when he saw Mac holding his arm to keep it steady. When he looked closer he could see the sweat shining on the kid's pale face despite the freezing temperatures. "Geez, what'd they do to you?" he asked as he pulled off his first coat and slung it over the kid's shoulders.

"Dislocated shoulder," Mac explained briefly. "I'll be fine," he insisted. "Jack needs to have his arm looked at too!" MacGyver ignored his friend's protests as he looked around. "We need to get out of here. Did anyone see where Darya went?" he asked. Everyone shook their heads, but Billy chuckled softly.

"Dude, you know what we do for a living, yeah? Aaaand you realize that's how we found you, right?" he asked. "We'll get her, don't worry!" Mac grinned as he realized Billy was right. They all walked out of the alley and found Billy and Jesse's car. "It might be a little cramped in there, but it'll be better than trying to walk and freezing to death," Billy commented. Everyone was trying to figure out how they'd actually be able to fit everyone into the car when someone else spoke up.

"Wait," Alexei said. Everyone stopped to look at him. "We were brought here in a black van, no?"

"Yeah," MacGyver said, remembering that's what Philip had told them earlier. "That would be a lot better than the car. No offense, guys," he said, glancing over at the brothers.

"Hey man, none taken," Jesse said.

MacGyver turned to look at Philip and Eliza, who were clinging to each other like they were never going to let go again. "Ready to go get your daughter?" he asked with a warm smile.

So? Thoughts? Questions? Comments?