(Macgyver'sPOV: happens whenJared is brought out)

Sometimes things can take a weird turn, the type that you didn't expect. This was one of those moments.

I saw the soldiers coming and, being half-way up the wall, I hurried to jump the other side of the wall. However, as I did so, I heard an old, familiar voice come from the speakers.

"Ah, Angus Macgyver," the voice taunted, echoing through the compound, "I've been expecting you."

I recognized it immediately: Murdoc. I was only a few inches away from freedom but it was what he said next that stopped me.

"You wouldn't leave without your son, would you?"

I froze. He was bluffing. Murdoc didn't know about Jared. He couldn't. Did he?

"Don't believe me?" he taunted, "Well, perhaps you should look behind you."

I turned around slowly, my heart in my throat. There was Jared, his hands tied behind his back, a look of defiance on his young face. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and hopeful.

"Sorry, dad." he said as I stared in disbelief.

"I... it's alright, Jared," I managed to say, my voice tight with emotion. "I'm here now."

"Yes," Murdoc chimed in, "And I'd be willing to let you both go, if you give me the documents back."

"Documents?" I said, playing dumb. But inside, I was racing. If he had Jared, he had a way to know where I was, what I had been doing.

"Don't play coy with me, MacGyver," Murdoc sneered, his voice growing more sinister. "The files from room 314. You know what I'm talking about."

My mind raced. How did he know? How did he get to Jared? I had to keep it together. I couldn't let him see me falter.

I had to think fast, had to figure a way out of this without compromising the mission or endangering Jared further. I looked into his eyes, trying to convey a silent message of reassurance.

"Alright, alright." I said as I descended the rope.

I could hear Murdoc's smile grow wider over the speakers, "Very wise choice."

I walked towards them, keeping my cool despite the rage and fear boiling inside me.

"You're going to let us go, unharmed," I said firmly, "And I'll give you the files."

"No, the files first," Murdoc demanded, his voice growing louder and more insistent.

"Fine. Here." I said as I tossed the bag at the guards' feet.

They reached down to open it up, not knowing I had prepared a little surprised. You see, I figured that I would probably be cornered in a situation like this. Not with Jared, obviously, but in a tight spot. So, I had stuffed a smoke bomb in there.

As they pulled open the bag, it activated the bomb due to a piece of twine I had attached to the zipper. The smoke billowed out, filling the air with a choking haze.

Jared's eyes grew wide with surprise, but he didn't waste a second. He bolted away from the guards, who were coughing and waving their arms around blindly. I was right behind him, my mind racing with a new plan. We had to get out of this place and fast, but the guards had the place surrounded. We had to find a way to distract them.

We ran into an open room that looked like it was used for storage. Crates and barrels were scattered everywhere, and the smell of oil and metal was overwhelming. I searched for anything that could help us as Murdoc's voice echoed through the compound, ordering his men to capture us.

"Dad," Jared whispered, his voice tight with fear, "What are we going to do?"

"Just stay close to me," I said, scanning the room for anything that could serve as a weapon or a tool for escape.

"Lord, please help us." I prayed. My eyes landed on a crate labeled 'Flares'. Perfect.

I grabbed a flare and a roll of duct tape from the floor, ripping off a piece and wrapping it around the flare to make a handle. "We're going to need a diversion," I whispered to Jared, giving him a look that said 'trust me'.

"What's the plan?" he asked, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes.

"We're going to light up this place," I said with a grim smile, "and make it rain chaos."

I took a deep breath and tossed the flare through the open window, watching as it arced through the air before landing on the oil-soaked ground below. The flare ignited with a hiss and a flicker before exploding into a brilliant burst of light, the oil catching fire and spreading rapidly. The guards' shouts grew more frantic, their attention drawn to the blaze.

"Now, Jared," I said, "We run."

We sprinted through the smoke, my heart pounding in my chest as the flames grew louder and closer. The heat was intense, but we had to keep moving. I could hear Murdoc's enraged voice over the speakers, but the chaos we had created was working in our favor. The guards were panicking, their shouts and the sound of their boots echoing through the corridors.

The fire had spread like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. The guards were now more concerned with containing the blaze than catching us. We took advantage of the chaos and found ourselves in a garage filled with vehicles.

We jumped into one of the cars, a dusty old jeep that looked like it hadn't been used in years. I fumbled with the wires under the dashboard, remembering my old days of hotwiring cars. It was a skill that had come in handy more times than I could count.

The engine roared. Sucess. I started it up.

"Alright." I said with a sigh of relief. "Let's go."

Suddenly, I felt a piece of cold metal being pressed against my forehead. A gun.

"I don't think so," Murdoc said, his voice cold and hard, "Not until I get what I came for."