Thank you to my beta Lifeart to being awesome as always. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Mac scrambled to the torture table, scanning the contents in full Macgyver mode. Jack stood as quickly as his body allowed and picked up the knife Mac had left on the floor in front of him.
Mac's eyes scoured the table and landed on the picana. He pushed aside the sickening feeling he had when the images of Jack being tortured with the device replayed with vivid clarity in his mind. He removed the transducer to amplify the power and then hooked up the battery cables and turned the rheostat as high as it would go. A smirk grew on his face, it was payback time.
Jack quickly shuffled over to the wall next to the door, leaned against it, and waited, knife in hand. Adrenaline and stubbornness were the only things keeping him vertical.
Mac's nerves were frayed and his anxiety for his partner was through the roof. Sinclair had very nearly ended Jack, right in front of him. If they made it out of this hell hole, he knew the nightmares of losing Jack would torment his sleep for the foreseeable future.
Mac looked his partner over, a drop of blood fell from his chin and splashed onto his bruised and heaving chest. Jack was shivering and he was too pale, he knew fever and blood loss were the most likely culprits. Any lesser man would have dropped long ago.
He heard Sinclair and his goons talking as they approached the door. Mac watched Jack transform into the Tier one Operator he had met years ago, downrange.
The blonde silently communicated that the first one through the door would be Jack's then Mac would electrify the metal door with the picana. Jack nodded in understanding.
The door swung open with Alex entering first. Jack flattened himself against the wall, waiting for his victim to clear the entryway.
He allowed him to get a step into the room before he pounced.
He threw his good arm around Alex's head.
Mac electrified the door in the same moment and heard a scream which was followed by a thud.
The former Delta slid the blade into the base of the bodyguard's neck. He felt the huge man go limp and let him drop bonelessly to the floor.
Suddenly the door was kicked hard and it swung inward, narrowly missing Mac.
Levi roared in anger and charged in.
Jack heard Levi and was mid turn when he was tackled.
Mac saw the door fly open and Sinclair trying to pick himself up from the ground.
He ran to the arms dealer and grabbed two fistfuls of the front of his shirt and lifted him off the ground then slammed his back into the concrete wall.
The look of surprise on Sinclair's face was almost comical. "You almost took away the most important person in my life." Mac growled.
Jack twisted out from under Levi and stood quickly, he had lost the knife.
Jack delivered a kick to his face and followed them up with several kicks to the bodyguard's abdomen.
Levi struggled upright then swung as hard as he could at the angry red knife wound by Jack's hip.
Mac's heart leapt into his throat when his partner cried out in pain.
Jack doubled over and cursed his unusually slow reaction time. Levi landed a punch to the side of Jack's face, then he raised him off the ground, pressing his forearm into Jack's throat. "You killed my friend!" Levi yelled. Jack pulled weakly at the meaty arm pinning him to the wall.
Jack needed him. Mac pulled Sinclair close to him then thrust him away forcefully. Sinclairs head bounced off the concrete wall with a crack and the arms dealer sank to the ground, knocked out.
Jack would be unconscious in seconds if Mac didn't do something right then, so he stepped up behind Levi and kicked him in the balls as hard as he could. Jack was the one who had taught him how to fight after all.
Levi dropped to his knees, clutching the family jewels, and Jack dropped with him, out of breath, but still conscious.
Mac looked around the room for his next weapon.
The glint of polished metal drew his eye.
He kicked the knife to Jack's ready hand.
Levi dove forward, still hyper focused on Jack. There was a moment of struggle then all was still.
"Jack… Jack, are you okay!?" Mac yelled. Pulling on Levi's shoulder and rolling him off his partner. Judging by the hole in the bodyguard's neck, he was very much dead.
"I'm okay, kid," Jack said, as he gasped for air. "Unless you want to count being almost smothered by the not so friendly giant," he wheezed. Mac smiled in relief.
Mac saw his friend shiver. "Hey let's get you off this cold floor," Mac said, and helped him stand. The knife wound at Jack's hip had started bleeding again. Mac shucked out of his long sleeve olive green shirt, leaving him in his white bloodstained undershirt, then helped his partner ease his injured arm into Mac's shirt.
"Down!" Jack screamed. His eyes wide and focused on something behind Mac.
Gunfire erupted.
Jack pulled Mac toward the wall where he had been standing a moment before and charged at their attacker.
Bullets impacted the concrete near his face and the shards peppered his cheek.
Jack didn't have time to think he just ran and prayed he could take out Sinclair before the lunatic could hurt Mac.
Sinclairs eyes bugged out when he saw Jack charge towards him. The arms dealer backpedaled. Fear was written all over his face. For the first time since their capture Sinclair was out of control.
Jack knocked the small gun out of the arms dealer's grasp then hooked his arm behind the man's neck, and anchored him in place "No! Please!" Sinclair begged. Without hesitation Jack thrust the blade up under his chin. "I told you I was going to kill you." He let out a gurgle then fell to the floor in a heap, dead before he hit the ground.
"Let's get outta here, kid," Jack stated, turning towards his partner. Borderline panic shot through him at the sight that greeted him. "Oh my God! Mac!" Jack exclaimed, as he ran to help his blood covered partner.