Author's Note: Sorry it took so long, but the Documents page has been down for almost two days, so I couldn't update, but, It's back up and running now, so on with the show...story. Just a short chapter, but I'm working hard.

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His face was practically crimson with anger, and Hyse could tell even through the phone lines.

"What do you mean he got away? What the hell am I paying you idiots for?"
"We didn't have an opening in the city; he was surrounded by people the whole time. I'm not going to risk my ass getting caught by a crowd of witnesses. We followed him out of the city to some house in Colorado and tried to finish it there." Hyse wasn't stupid, just cautious.

"But there's only ONE OF HIM! You couldn't take out some tree hugging hippy with all the people and resources at your disposal?"

"Our Intel you gave us was faulty! He pulled a gun and fought back…hard, he was well-trained for a civilian."

"And so like cowards, you ran!"

"This is my show! You don't like it; piss off, this means nothing to me. There are plenty of other people who need obstacles removed for the right price."

"Fine," he was pissed at the necessity of dealing with these men, but he was desperate. They had come with high recommendations for never leaving a job undone, and they didn't ask too many questions, which could be disastrous for a man in his position.

"We caught up with him again around the marina…" One thing Hyse hated was failure, and it was embarrassing to admit to his employer that his target had not only eluded them again, but he took a heavy toll.

"And? Did you get him?"

"Well, sort of. We beat him up a little, but we took casualties. I lost three of my men. But, he's injured." Sure he was upset that some of his men were dead, but they were easily replaced. What made him angry was bad Intel. He had been told by his employer, who had heard the info second-hand, that MacGyver was a peace-loving optimist and abhorred violence. It made his job simpler because that meant that he wouldn't fight back, and it would be easy money. But the pompous ass had been wrong, he had fought back, and his men weren't prepared for someone to pull a gun on them. That surprise had made for disastrous results.

"Well, you know where he lives. Go kill him." Hyse rolled his eyes at his employer's naiveté.

"It doesn't work like that, these things take organization. We were already surprised on a couple counts. I don't want to get my ass throne in jail because I rushed in."

"Well, I want to be sure it gets done, that's what I'm paying you for," said the weasely voice, "Just kill him." Then the phone connection cut off.

Hyse rolled his eyes. The sooner this job was over, the better. He amused himself with the thought of killing his employer the minute he forked over the money. 'It would rid the world of one more power hungry, arrogant ass hole,' He thought to himself. Then he walked back inside the motel room he was staying at with the remaining two men of his group, he had an annoying man to kill.

Meanwhile the employer had hung up the phone outraged. This MacGyver was dangerous to him. If word got out… he would be ruined. He had to be stopped. While he was dwelling on the thought of eliminating people who were dangerous or annoying, his mind supplied him with another name. One other man that had single handedly pissed him off more than anyone else had. One man who remained in power, and all his efforts to remove him had backfired tremendously. One man who he hated more than anyone.

Maybe it was time to dirty his hands even more, after all, it would be for the greater good, 'my greater good,' He thought. Even though he hated dealing with these lowlifes, he would put up with them for a little while longer if it meant getting rid of Jack O'Neill, the constant thorn in his side.

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I'm flying to florida this weekend, hopefully I'll get a lot of writing done on the plane to make up for my 'play time'. Wish me luck at the airports. Keep those reviews coming! Tell me what you like, what you don't, what you might want to see happen, or if you think you know who the bad guy(s) is/are. Your words keep me going!