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Here is chapter 2!

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*Present Time*

"Just give him one dose. It'll be enough to keep him down long enough until he passes out on his own from the blood loss," came the voice of the man who seemed to be in charge.

The young man struggled to get away, knowing they were talking about drugging him. He also knew that once they drugged him, he would be unable to fight back. Up until this point it had been his own body's reaction to the shock and hard hit he had received that was keeping him from fighting back. He forced his eyes open, seeing the two men standing over him with a terrifyingly large needle in one of their hands.

He jerked his arms out of their grip, adrenaline beginning to fight through the haze he was feeling. He pushed himself into a sitting position. Once he was upright, he kicked out, feeling his feet connect with something solid. A grunt came from whatever he hit, and he launched himself off the table he was on. He hit the ground preparing to run, but as soon as his feet touched the floor, a massive pain exploded on the back of his head. The world tilted and spun, and the ground slipped out from underneath him.

Hands gripped his biceps and hauled him back to his feet, throwing him back on the table. He felt a something cold being rubbed across his arm, then a prick on his elbow. A cold sensation entered into his bloodstream, making it's way up his arm and through the rest of his body. Against his wishes, he felt himself becoming more and more relaxed, and things seemed to just float away from his mind even as he fought to keep control of his thoughts.

He felt hands grabbing at him still, and he struggled to get away. Or, he thought he was struggling. He realized after a few slow, sluggish seconds that he was only imagining himself thrashing as he felt straps being secured around his wrists and ankles. He tried coming up with any sort of idea to help get him out of his current predicament, but he found it more and more difficult as they finished securing him to the table he was on. Glancing over at his left arm, he saw a thin, plastic tube running from his arm to a plastic bag hanging on a pole.

"That's an IV, genius," he thought, struggling to regain control of himself. "They're pumping you full of stuff and if you don't do something about it, you are going to die."

*Two Hours Earlier*

Jack stepped off the plane first, followed by Riley, then MacGyver. Jack stretched, happy to be out and about, able to work his legs more than the plane allowed. "Ri, you find anything connecting the tourists?" Jack asked as they walked towards the rental car waiting for them.

"It took me basically the whole flight, minus the whole 3-hour nap that we all took, but I think I finally managed to get something," she said.

"Care to share with the rest of the class?" Jack asked as Riley fiddled with her computer, tapping a few keys here and there. She gave him an annoyed look before she turned her computer around.

"It's a bit of a long shot, but it looks like every person who has gone missing visited this little flea market just on the other side of town," she explained. "There were no stores in common between all of them, and since each store has a different name that a credit card would be charged with, it took a while to track down where all the stores were located, which is why I think the Phoenix analysts didn't catch it, or didn't give it another thought, but it's a start, right?"

"Better place than we were at when Patty first gave us the assignment," Jack agreed. They all clambered into the car, Jack getting in the driver's seat, and they took off.

Riley gave directions to the flea market, and they arrived at the shops in just under an hour. As they parked and climbed out of the vehicle, Mac had to press himself against the car to avoid being trampled by the massive amounts of people crowding the streets.

"Okay, I think the best thing to do is spread out, talk with the different shop owners. See if any of them remember any of the victims, see if they noticed anything strange about them," Mac said as he came around the other side of the car, meeting up with his partners.

"Mac, do you realize how big this flea market is?" Riley asked incredulously. Mac sighed as he looked around them.

"Yeah," he replied, shrugging a little. "If you think you'd be able to narrow the search down by tracking their credit cards to see where they shopped and bought things at, you can look, but that might not give us a lot to go on if some of them wandered around the whole market while the others only went to a few shops," he pointed out. Riley's mouth slanted, but she knew MacGyver was right.

"Ri, you stay with me," Jack instructed.

"You don't trust me on my own?" she asked, holding her arms out as if to ask 'you got a problem with me?'

Jack looked at MacGyver, his eyebrows raising. "Did I say that?" he asked.

Mac held out his hands in a peaceful gesture. "I'm staying out of this," he insisted. "You two work this out on your own. Meet back here at the car in thirty minutes," he instructed. "We'll regroup and see what we were able to come up with and go from there." With that, he turned and walked away from Jack and Riley, into the crowded street.

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Twenty minutes later, Mac sighed in frustration. None of the street vendors he had talked to showed any signs of recognition towards the pictures of the missing tourists. He still had a few shops along his row to check out though, so he pushed on, continuing to show the pictures of the tourists to any of the shop owners. His phone began ringing, and he answered it when he saw Jack calling.

"Any luck?" the older agent asked. Mac huffed once more in frustration. "I'm gonna take that as a 'no.'"

"What about you and Riley?" MacGyver asked, hoping his friends had had better luck than he had.

"Nothin'. Zilch. Nada," Jack replied.

MacGyver rubbed his forehead. "Okay, I've still got a few more shops to ask around in; I'll meet you back at the car in five, maybe ten minutes, yeah?"

"Okay, sounds good. Riley's doing some more computer magic to see if she can find anything else that all these people may have in common. Hopefully she'll have something by the time you get here."

Mac hung up the phone and slipped it back in his pocket. He glanced to his left and saw two men in a shop staring at him, but when they saw him looking their way, they quickly turned and began rearranging the products on their shelves. MacGyver walked over to them, holding the pictures of the missing tourists in his hands.

"Excuse me," he said, noticing how one of them almost seemed to flinch when he spoke.

"Can we help you?" the one that hadn't flinched asked, a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Uh, I'm hoping so," Mac said with a slight smile of his own as he handed over the pictures. "Have you seen any of these people recently?" He watched their faces as they examined the pictures carefully.

"You are American?" the man who had flinched asked while he peered over his partner's shoulders at the photographs. "Are you law enforcement? Are these people wanted?"

"In a way," Mac replied. He was vague on which question he was answering, not wanting to draw any unneeded attention to him and his friends.

After looking through each of the pictures, going back and forth between them, the first man who had spoken handed the pictures back to MacGyver.

"I'm sorry, we do not know these people," he said.

"That's fine," MacGyver said, disappointment and frustration seeping through his voice. Something wasn't sitting right with him as he turned and began walking away from their shop and he just couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something. He looked down at the photos again, then back towards the shop. The owners were nowhere in sight and there was a sign that had been set up on the front counter that read "closed."

Now, I'm no shop owner, but it's the middle of the day and this flea market is packed to bursting capacity. Usually you wouldn't close down your shop when the shopping is at its highest, would you?

MacGyver made his way back towards the stand he had just left, having to fight his way through the crowds a little. When he finally reached the shop, he peered over the counter, trying to see into the back. He saw a bit of movement, and he made a spontaneous decision that he was going to ask if they could think of anyone who might be able to help him.

He made his way towards the back of the stall, where he knew some sellers had a small living room-esque area for downtime. There was a thick cloth hanging over the entrance, and he moved it aside, calling out as he did so.

"Hello?"

A small yelp came from the other side of the curtain, making MacGyver jump slightly. He pushed the curtain open the rest of the way to find the man who had flinched when he first approached them on the floor, picking up papers he had apparently dropped when Mac entered.

"I'm sorry," MacGyver said as he knelt down and helped the wiry man pick up the papers he had dropped.

"Don't worry about it," the man insisted, his hands shaking slightly as he accepted the papers MacGyver was handing him, which did not go unnoticed by the agent. Mac picked up the last few stray sheets of paper, tapping them into a neat stack before starting to hand them back over to the other man. Something caught his eye on one of the papers though; it was what looked like a printout of an electronic transaction, totalling in over $100,000. His eyebrows raised a little as he saw the number; that was a lot of money for a flea market vendor. He looked at the wiry man in front of him, who had begun shaking more. MacGyver felt his phone vibrating, distracting him slightly.

Before he could say or do anything, he felt something cold pressed against his neck. He began to turn around to see what it was, but a loud BZZZT and a shocking pain made him collapse to the floor in agony. He grasped at his neck as he rolled onto his back, seeing double as the men above him leaned down.

"What did you do that for?!" the wiry, shaky one asked.

"He saw the papers, didn't you see his reaction?"

"We could have passed it off as something else!"

"Like what? What could we have passed it off as and made it sound believable on the spot?" A few moments of silence passed and the second person spoke again. "Exactly. Now let's get him into the truck."

Mac tried rolling away from the approaching hands, but his response time was seriously slowed down due to the electrical shock he had received. A booted foot connected with his forehead, stunning him even more and causing black spots to dance in his vision, and the hands grabbed him easily. Before they hauled him to his feet, Mac once more felt the prongs of the taser placed against his neck. He heard the charge and felt the excruciating pain once again. He gave a short grunt of pain as the electricity lingered longer on his skin, and he finally gave into the beckoning darkness at the edge of his vision.

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"Come on, help me get him to the truck," the man with the taser said as he watched the young American go limp on the floor. The wiry man simply continued to stare at the downed blond, and his friend snapped his fingers at him. "Armav!" he snapped. Armav's eyes shot upwards as he looked at his friend. "If you're not going to help me carry him out, at least get rid of his cell phone!"

Armav's eyes were wide, but he nodded and bent down, going through the young man's pockets until he found the electronic device. "Sorry, Kaayan," he said as he popped the back of the phone open, pulling out the battery. "I'm just a little shaken up that someone found us," he explained. "We've never taken anyone here before."

"Well, it was only him. I'm willing to bet that the friend he was on the phone with earlier doesn't know exactly where he was, and they can't prove it was us. We're still in the clear for now," Kaayan insisted, hoisting MacGyver up by his underarms. The blond's head lolled to the side and Kaayan dragged him out towards the back of their shop where they kept their pickup truck parked. "Help me get him into the bed," he hissed at his friend. Armav hurried over and grabbed their prisoner's legs, hoisting them up onto the bed of the truck.

Kaayan then proceeded to throw several blankets over MacGyver, covering the young man from head to toe in several layers of thick, wooly blankets. Once he was covered, Kaayan grabbed a few boxes of their inventory and placed them around the bed of the truck, conveniently covering the human-shaped form under the blankets. The two men hurried to the front of the truck and climbed in. Kaayan inserted the keys and the engine roared to life while Armav climbed in the passenger side. Once the passenger door was closed, Kaayan put the truck into gear and drove off, leaving the flea market in the dust behind them.

Bum bum bum...

Things starting to make a little more sense now? Or is the time jumping just confusing all around?

Let me know what you think!