Hey there folks! Chapter five is here! There are only two chapters left, so yeah!

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"You still there?" Jack asked hesitantly. They had just informed Thornton that they thought MacGyver had been captured by the people behind the missing tourists, and now that they knew they were blood harvesters, the urgency to find him had gone up another several dozen degrees or so.

"I'm here," came the curt, stressed sounding reply. "How long has he been missing?"

Jack checked his watch. "Well, I talked to him about an hour ago, so probably just under an hour," Jack replied. "We've been trying to figure out anything that might help us find the people."

"You have a lead on who did this?"

"I was able to track down the names of the people who owned the booth Mac disappeared at and I pulled up their bank accounts," Riley answered. "It took a minute, and they're still loading, but I was able to find four shell corporations set up, collecting money from different sources. They each have an address attached with it…Hold on, I'm just pulling up the last bit of information. Got it," she said after another moment. "All of the addresses are here in India, all within an hour drive," she said.

"Can you guys think which one they would take Mac to?" Thornton asked.

"We'll try the one closest to the flea market first," Jack decided. "They probably wanted to get him somewhere fast."

"Alright, let me know what you find," Thornton instructed. "I'll make some calls, make sure you have backup. And Jack, Riley," she added.

"Yes ma'am?" Jack replied.

"Bring him home," she said. It wasn't a request, it was an order.

"You got it," Jack promised. "We'll be in touch."

"Don't make me call on Bozer's phone again," Patricia warned.

"We won't," Riley assured her. The call was disconnected and Jack turned to the hacker in the seat next to him.

"What's the address?"

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Jack parked the car a block or so away from the building before getting out and quietly closing the door. "Stay here," he whispered, drawing his gun and making his way towards the building.

"No way!" Riley hissed back, sneaking right along behind Jack. "Mac's my friend too, and I'm the only backup you have right now," she pointed out. "Thornton said she was sending some men, but we don't know how long it's gonna be until they get here!"

Jack wanted to argue, but she had a point. Several, in fact. He was going to need some backup, and she was more trained than she had been on previous missions. He decided not to say anything as they approached the building.

They reached the structure, and Jack motioned his head at the door, indicating that Riley should open it while he held his gun at the ready. Riley tentatively reached out, gripping the doorknob. She looked at Jack, who began counting backwards from three. Once he hit one, she twisted the knob and pushed, ducking out of Jack's way as he stepped forward, raising his gun in front of him while he burst into the building.

Riley grabbed a thick metal pipe she saw behind the door and counted to three before jumping in after Jack. She pulled up short as she saw Jack standing there, gun down at his side with a shocked look on his face. She looked to where he was staring, and her jaw dropped at the sight in front of them.

Riley stared at the five people scattered around the room, each one having been chained to the wall or the floor. They were dirty, pale, and looked like someone had taken foundation five times too light and lathered it onto their skin. Riley heard Jack quietly curse next to her as he moved to the closest person in the room, a young woman with light brown hair.

"Qui es-tu? Je veux juste rentrer à la maison!" she said, looking at Jack with pleading in her eyes.

"Hey, it's okay," he said in a soothing voice. "We're here to help," he tried explaining, gesturing to himself and Riley, who had gone to another prisoner. "Do you speak English?" he asked the young brunette. She shook her head no, drawing back a little when he reached out for her. He withdrew his hand slightly, trying to show the girl he wasn't going to hurt her.

"Hey," Riley said with a small smile as she approached the middle-aged man.

"You are American?" he asked with an Australian accent.

"Yeah," she confirmed. "Do you know where they keys are?"

"Whenever those men come to get our...our blood, they always grab supplies from that room over there," the man said, pointing towards a door near the corner. Riley got to her feet and hurried over, pulling the door open and looking inside. She glanced on the wall just slightly above her head and to her relief, she saw a ring of keys hanging up. She reached up and grabbed them, then hurried back over to the man she had been talking to.

By that time, the other three prisoners had started moving around and speaking in hushed tones to each other, and a small cry of victory went up among them when Riley undid the manacle binding the man's ankles to the floor.

She hurried over to the young woman Jack was next to, who had finally stopped shying away from him when she saw what Riley was doing. Riley quickly inserted the key into the lock on her chains, and when the girl was unbound, she stood up, throwing her arms around Riley. The young agent's eyes widened a little, but as quickly as the brunette had embraced Riley, she released her and moved on to hug Jack. Riley left the two alone as Jack consoled the sobbing woman as Riley moved onto the next prisoner.

Once everyone was freed, Riley walked back to the Austrailian man. "Is there anyone else here?" she asked hopefully. Those hopes were dashed as the man shook his head.

"We were the only ones in this building, but I heard those men talking about other buildings that are close by," he said with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, I don't know the exact location though."

"It's fine, I think I have the addresses," Riley said with slight disappointment. "When was the last time they came?" she asked.

"Just an hour or so ago," he answered. "They didn't take anything from us though; I heard them talking about needing to get more supplies. I'm not sure what for."

Riley's mouth slanted. She knew exactly what the "other supplies" were for. She hurried to Jack.

"We need to call Thornton," she stated. "That man said that they were here recently, like in the timeframe of Mac being gone, which means the building they're keeping Mac in has to be within a few minutes from here," she explained. She pulled out her laptop, walking over to a dirty table and setting the piece of equipment down. Her eyes scanned the screen, glancing at the map of where the other buildings were before finally pointing to one.

"Here," she said. Jack leaned over and looked at where she was indicating.

"Alright, looks like we got our next destination," Jack said, checking his magazine to make sure he had a full clip. Just then, they heard brakes squealing to a halt outside, causing all the freed prisoners to start freaking out.

"It's alright!" Riley tried assuring everyone as she glanced out the door that had been left ajar. She saw at least a dozen men in suits getting out of the parked cars, heading for the building. "They're with us," she promised as things quieted down some.

"Agent Dalton, Agent Davis?" one of the men asked as he came in.

"That's us," Jack confirmed. "You the backup Patty sent?"

"Yessir," came the reply.

"Great. Have some of your men stay here and take care of these folks until we can get them home; have two or three others go check out these two buildings," he said as he pointed out the right addresses on Riley's computer. "The rest of you, come with Riley and I," he instructed as he strode out the door.

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MacGyver was drifting in and out of awareness. The only constant thing he was sure of was the bright light shining above him, glaring directly into his eyes, and the needle in his arm, slowly pulling life-sustaining fluid from his body. He heard voices drifting throughout his thoughts, but he couldn't tell if he was imagining them or not.

He moved his head back and forth, trying to keep himself awake. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he knew that it was going way too fast. He was freezing cold, and he knew that it wasn't from the temperature in the room.

Suddenly the door to his room burst open, jerking him out of his reverie. He lifted his head briefly, watching as the two men who had captured him ran into the room.

"...told you we should have cut our losses when we had the chance!" the wiry man was yelling. His partner ignored the rant as he hurried over to MacGyver's IV pole, lifting the mostly-full bag of blood off, then hurrying over to the young man.

"How was I supposed to know they would find the other buildings?" snapped the man with MacGyver's blood.

"I don't know, Kaayan, maybe because they're LAW ENFORCEMENT?!" shrieked the wiry man. MacGyver watched as the man named Kaayan began fiddling with the needle in his arm, wincing slightly as it was pulled out none-too-gently.

"Let's just cut our losses right now," Kaayan said. "Armav, gather the rest of his blood and meet out by the truck. I'll take care of him," he added, giving the young blond a menacing look that was mostly lost on the young man, due to his blurry vision. One thing MacGyver could feel was the feeling of something warm running down his arm, and when he fixed his unfocused eyes on the limb, he saw a red line streaking his arm, originating from where the needle had been pulled out.

MacGyver heard the door open and then close again, and when he looked around, he saw he was left in the room with the man who seemed to be in charge, Kaayan.

"I don't know how your friends found our hiding spots so quickly, but they won't be able to get to you in time," he said, grabbing one of the syringes from the table Mac had noticed earlier. He also grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol, opening the container and splashing the contents everywhere around the room. He then walked back to the young man strapped on the table.

Mac tried to squirm away from the syringe in the man's hand, but obviously the restraints kept him from moving very far. Kaayan grabbed Mac's hair and yanked his head to the side, exposing Mac's neck.

Kaayan watched, slightly fascinated by the fact that he could see the American's pulse beating at a rapid pace underneath the taut skin on his neck. He felt the young man struggling against his hold weakly, and he leaned down next to his ear. "I'm going to be merciful," he hissed. "This drug is going to knock you out. It'll be like you died in your sleep."

MacGyver knew, even in his foggy state what the man meant. He tried tugging once more at the restraints binding his hands, but it was futile. He felt the sharp needle pierce his neck, and soon a cold sensation was running, spreading through his veins.

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Kaayan let go of the young man's hair, watching him slowly become less and less agitated, and he knew the drug was taking hold of him.

Nodding in satisfaction, he hurried over to the closet and grabbed a matchbook, along with another container of alcohol and a bunch of rags. He doused the rags until they were soggy and dripping with the liquid, then spread the rest of it around the room.

He pulled out several matches from the matchbook, striking them hard against the box and watching the flames begin to engulf the small wooden sticks. He tossed the alcohol-soaked rags onto the floor, then without another thought, he tossed flaming matches onto the rags. The rags caught fire instantly, and Kaayan strode out of the room, shutting the door behind him and locking the handle.

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MacGyver tried to fight against the effect the drug was having on him, but he slowly began fading into darkness. He lost track of time, snapping back to reality for a moment only when he heard a door slam, and his nostrils were attacked with the acrid smell of smoke and alcohol. He forced his eyes open against their will, rolling his head to one side to get a look at what was going on around him.

He saw through blurry vision a steadily-growing ball of orange and red, and he knew immediately that it was fire. He wanted to do something, anything, but it was at that moment that the drug took full effect. The last thing MacGyver saw and felt was the fire rapidly spreading through the room he was in, the smoke burning his nose and throat as he breathed in.

*Ducks behind bullet-proof glass* *peers at you all through the clear-colored glass* Uh...hi? :D Thoughts?

Qui es-tu? Je veux juste rentrer à la maison!-who are you? I just want to go home!-google translate