Okay! There is this chapter, and then one more after this, which should be posted on Saturday sometime :) As a warning, I'm slightly sleep-deprived (thanks, first week of college -_-), and while I did find a few mistakes and corrected them, it wouldn't surprise me if there were more. Let me know if you find any!

Present

"Why am I not surprised?" Mac yelled over the gunfire as Murdoc opened fire on the men trying to surround them, giving Mac enough cover to get behind a cement pillar with the young man.

"Please," Murdoc said with a scoff. "That isn't the first time I've pretended to be dead."

"How? I saw them shoot you!"

"Now MacGyver, if I told you, where would the fun in that be?" Murdoc called back as he walked backwards towards MacGyver and his unconscious son.

"You have a vest on, didn't you?" Mac asked. He didn't need to have Murdoc confirm it to know he was right; he saw the bullet holes on Murdoc's shirt, but there was no blood around the "wounds" at all. "Why come back for us?"

"Please," Murdoc said over the sound of gunfire. "I wouldn't leave you alone; if I did, no one would trust my word."

"No one trusts it anyway!" Mac yelled loudly. Murdoc completely ignored the blond's words as he reached the agent and his son.

"Besides, by shooting me, they negated the contract they had with me, meaning I have free reign to do whatever I want with them," Murdoc added, firing rapid shot after shot. Mac flinched at the loud sound.

"I'm pretty sure that wasn't in the terms and conditions," Mac called out drily.

"Oh, it's in mine," Murodc said with a smirk. "They really should read the fine print more carefully."

Mac didn't know if the hitman was joking or not, but he didn't really have time to dwell on it, because at that moment, Murdoc fired off more shots at the oncoming HIT agents.

"Remember our deal, Murdoc!" Mac yelled. Murdoc turned and looked at MacGyver incredulously.

"These are the men that were planning on killing you, shot me, and who kidnapped my son," he reminded Mac.

"I know, but wasn't it you who was just complaining about people negating on the deals they made?"

Murdoc's face hardened, and for a moment, Mac feared that the hitman wouldn't listen to him. A member of HIT got closer, and Murdoc aimed his gun. Mac opened his mouth to yell, but when the trigger was pulled and the bullet exited the barrel, it was the man's calf that was hit, not a vital part of the body. The blond glanced at the hitman, and Murdoc rolled his eyes.

"You're really ruining my 'no one has ever survived me,' schtick," Murdoc complained.

"I'm not apologizing for that," Mac shot back as he hoisted the unconscious Carter in his arms and began backing away. Murdoc provided cover for the two of them again as he walked backwards, making sure no one reached his son.

Murdoc squinted his eyes as he looked at the scene in front of him. "Something's off," he muttered.

"You mean besides the fact that we just infiltrated an international assassination base?" Mac snarked at the assassin. "Because yeah, that seems to make things seem just a little different than a normal day. Though maybe not so different for you," he added. A bullet pinged off the wall near Mac's head, and he ducked, covering Carter's face with his upper body.

"And it doesn't help that we've got like, five people shooting at us," Mac said loudly.

"Actually, there are eight people coming after us," Murdoc countered as he fired his gun once more.

"Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't specific enough?" Mac drawled sarcastically.

"It's crucial to know exactly how many people are trying to kill you, Angus," Murdoc explained as he continued shooting, giving the Phoenix agent cover to run to the next large pillar for cover. "It helps to know how many people you have left, and it helps you know how many bullets to use on each person."

"First, I wasn't asking for another one of your murder lessons," Mac snapped. "Second, shouldn't putting one bullet in someone be enough violence?"

"Oh it's enough," Murdoc agreed. "Especially if it's me pulling the trigger. But where's the fun in that?" he asked. Mac shuddered; he couldn't believe he'd agreed to help the hitman.

He wasn't able to dwell on his recent life choices for long though, because realization dawned on Murdoc's face as he turned around. "There were only seven men out there!" he said as he faced MacGyver. The hair on the back of Mac's neck rose, but before he could do anything, someone wrapped their elbow around his throat and pulled backwards.

Mac's first instinct was to fight back, but he couldn't do that without dropping Carter, and even though he knew it wouldn't kill the kid to drop a few feet, the child was solidly unconscious, and dropping at a deadweight from the height he was at would definitely leave some marks. So Mac simply stood there, oxygen slowly being cut off. He did struggle a little against the man holding him, but a gun was shoved into the stomach of the small child in Mac's arms, and the hammer was cocked. That immediately stilled MacGyver's struggles, though he began seeing red, both because of the slowly-depleting oxygen, as well as metaphorically.

"This is pretty low, even for you guys," Mac growled.

"I told you," the man holding Mac said. Mac recognized the voice as Graves, the man who had beaten him when he'd first been grabbed. "Anyone with firsthand knowledge has to be taken care of, which, regretfully, includes this young man."

For some reason, Mac didn't believe that Graves felt any sort of regret, though he had a hard time believing that anyone could murder a child in cold blood without some form of hesitancy.

"I would think very, very carefully about the next move you make," Murdoc said in a deathly quiet voice. "It will determine whether your death is quick and painless, or if I make it unbearably painful and creative," he said. A shiver went through Mac's body as he heard the hitman's threat, and apparently, it was enough to faze Graves as well. Mac felt a tremor run through the man, and he took the moment of hesitation to shift Carter's weight to one arm before he rammed his other elbow into Graves' ribcage.

Graves grunted, and his grip on Mac loosened enough for the blond to wiggle out of the man's grip. Before Mac could do or say anything else, a shot rang out, and Graves dropped to the floor. Mac's jaw fell to the ground as he looked over at Murdoc. The hitman looked unfazed, unrepentant, and uncaring as he lowered the gun he held out in front of him.

"Murdoc!" Mac said, too shocked to even yell.

"People need to learn, Angus," Murdoc said in the same quiet voice he'd threatened Graves with. "They need to know what happens if you mess with me. The two biggest things I take issue with are when people break their deals with me, which usually involves me getting shot at, and if they mess with something, or someone, I care about," he said, glancing down at his son, who was still in Mac's arms.

"He would have gone to prison," Mac argued.

"MacGyver, we can either argue about me killing this man, while there is nothing you can do about it, or we can get out of here before reinforcements arrive," Murdoc offered, pinning MacGyver with an intense stare. Mac wanted to argue; he wanted to rant and rave at Murdoc about how he had just broken a deal himself, and how killing people was wrong, but he stopped himself. One, he knew it wouldn't do any good. Murdoc was a killer, and no matter how much Mac wanted to convince the man that killing was wrong, he knew it wouldn't work. It was all Murdoc really knew. Second, the assassin had a point. They still had to get out of HIT headquarters before more people showed up to try and kill them.

"Fine," Mac growled, turning and stalking towards the door with an exit sign above it. Murdoc followed behind the agent, making sure that no one else tried to sneak up on them while they were escaping. When they finally exited the building, Mac heard the screaming of sirens, and he turned to look at the assassin behind him, who shrugged.

"I took the liberty of calling Jack and Matilda before I came in to rescue you," Murdoc said as the siren wails got closer and closer. A whole convoy of black SUVs came into view just down the road, and Mac felt a rush of relief flow through him. Carter began stirring in Mac's arms, and the agent crouched down, putting the young man on the ground before he straightened back up. He started to turn around to talk to Murdoc, but a sharp pain suddenly exploded on the back of his head, and Mac fell to the ground once again.

"Seriously?" he groaned, closing his eyes against the pounding in his head. His body had been battered and abused to the limit, and this was just icing on the cake. When he finally opened his eyes and looked around, Murdoc was gone. Carter was just beginning to open his eyes, and as Mac slowly sat up, the blond looked over at the SUVs. They pulled to a stop, and agents began pouring out. In the lead was Jack, followed closely by Matilda.

"Mac, you okay?" the older man yelled as he got closer to his friend.

"Been better," Mac grunted as he forced his way to his feet, swaying slightly as he straightened up. Jack spared a brief second to glance over at Matty.

"You're good, we've got the building covered," she assured Jack, leading the rest of the agents into the building. Two agents stayed behind to help cover Jack and Mac, so Jack felt a little more comfortable in putting his gun back in its holster as he held his hands out, ready to steady his friend if he started to topple over.

"Dude, what happened?" Jack asked. "What on earth are you doing out here, and who is this?" Jack asked, looking down at the child, who had finally opened his eyes and sat up. Recognition dawned in Jack's eyes suddenly, and he looked at his friend. "Wait, is this-"

"Yup," Mac said, rubbing the back of his head and wincing as he felt the large knot on the back of his skull.

"What on earth have you been up to?!" Jack asked incredulously.

"You know," Mac said as he crouched down slowly and helped Carter get to his feet. "It's a great story, but I'll have to tell you about it after we get Carter home, and after I clean up and eat. It's been a crappy morning."

Okay! So I'm sorry if it was a little anti-climactic...I've been struggling slightly with writing recently, which I'm blaming the hiatus on still. I've got another prompt now from Tamuril2, which I'm super excited about, and I'm working on like, 3 Spider-Man stories, so if you like Spider-Man and want to read more stuff from me, I've currently got one multi-chapter story for Spider-Man finished, and a one-shot for that fandom as well. If you're interested, take a read and let me know what you think :)

Also let me know your thoughts on this chapter!