MacGyver

MacGyver leaned closer to Brian, until they were practically breathing in each other's air. His eyes having all the sympathy and understanding of a great white shark as it stared down its current meal. "You're right I DO have bosses, and they paid me to get rid of you but not in the way you're thinking. I was perfectly willing to do that, money IS money after all. But now the rules have CHANGED. Daney thinks she has the upper hand, but she crossed me and that was a mistake." His gaze shifted towards the window briefly. "Whoever it is outside that window won't make a move, they won't risk your life. And I have every confidence that Gillian WILL get free and break Daney's neck. But even if she doesn't and Daney DOES kill her, it doesn't matter. I can always find a new partner. Gillian is expendable, and so are you." The last words were a hiss and MacGyver raised his knee, catching Brian in the stomach. He hunched over a little but Mac quickly grabbed him by his dark hair and jerked his head up. Brian squeezed his eyes shut and cried out in pain, the sound quickly muffled by the thick barrel of the gun. Outside the small isolated cabin, the sound of a gunshot rang out, sending flocks of birds in a panic flight from the trees....

MacGyver watched her leave and nodded. "Okay Brian... if thats the way she wants to play." He got up from the floor and went over to the bed, pressing the barrel of the black gun between Brian's eyes. He leaned down close, two pairs of deep brown eyes focusing on one another. "What do you think Brian?" Mac traced the barrel slowly across his sweating brow, tracing it over his cheekbones. "I think you're little girlfriend is full of it... I don't think she's got the GUTS to kill Gillian. But I DO know that the minute Gillian gets her CHANCE Daney is a dead woman." He jerked the gag out of Brian's mouth, the captured man coughing slightly, licking his lips. "So... give me a reason not to blow you away right NOW?"

Mac looked up at the brunette woman, a smile coming to his face as he sat partially up. "Very good Daney... I commend you. But if you think for one MINUTE I'd be DUMB enough to let you do this, you're crazy." He glanced at Gillian, seeing her red face as her fingers touched the belt around her throat, trying to pry it away enough to breathe a little easier. "Sorry Gillian." She tried to speak but Daney only jerked the belt harder against her throat, causing her to grit her teeth. MacGyver raised his hand and quickly stuck it in his jacket, pulling his Beretta out and cocking it, aiming it at Brian. "Now...you let her go or Brian gets it." MacGyver stared at her, his brown eyes narrowed and deadly serious.

Gillian walked down the sidewalk, her dark eyes taking in everything. Her assassin instincts were on high alert as she made her way passed the Courthouse, heading for the bulletin board. She slipped her glasses down low on her nose as she pulled the paper from her pocket and stuck a pin through it; turning away from the board. The note read... Brian Coltrane is my guest.... if any of you want to see him alive then don't bother to look for him. I see one COP, one PATROL CAR or even one SUSPICIOUS person looking around Hazzard, the only thing you'll find of Brian is his bones. Gillian headed back up the sidewalk and passed the Courthouse, seeing a brunette woman in a black tank top and jeans staring at her. She ignored her, moving up the sidewalk slowly. As she passed a large white house she heard the sounds of footsteps behind her. Picking up the pace on her walking, Gillian crossed the street ducking behind a building. She watched as the brunette woman stepped to the edge of the curb, pulling off her sunglasses as she looked around. Quick as a rattlesnake Gillian snagged the young woman around her neck and muffled her scream of surprise. "You're following the wrong woman and now you have a problem. Make one sound and I'll snap your neck, got it?" Daney nodded. Years of being a P.I. made her keep any emotion from her face but her pulse went racing. She took a deep breath and took a step forward as the woman gave her a nudge. A short time later Gillian shoved Daney through the door as Mac stood up. "What happened?" He saw the scowling face of his partner. "Little Miss Nosey here started following me." MacGyver nodded as he walked up to the brunette, looking her up and down. "Thought you'd be a hero huh?" He grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around, slapping cuffs on her and giving her a shove. She ended up face down on the bed beside Brian and turned around, her back against the headboard. "It doesn't matter, our Boss doesn't care who else gets taken along with Brian." Gillian crossed her arms over her chest. "She's a complication we don't need." Mac shrugged. "Don't worry about it, if all else fails she's an insurance policy." He walked around the bed and stood beside it, glaring down at the young woman. "And your name is?" "It's Daney," Daney replied politely. She looked over at Brian with deep concern in her hazel eyes, then stared back at the man and woman. "What do you want with us?" Mac bent at the waist, moving closer to her. "This isn't a question and answer session Daney. The important thing is you're here and for now that's all you need to know." He straightened back up and motioned to her with his chin. "Find something to gag her with, I've got to make a call." Gillian nodded as she pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and tied it around Daney's head.

MacGyver's chocolate eyes narrowed as he leaned a little closer to his prisoner. "Don't be fooled Brian, she'd kill you without even blinking an eye. She's as deadly as she is beautiful, like an oleander flower." A cold grin lit up his face. "But she's my partner, and we're the deadliest duo you're ever going to meet. Makes those Syndicate men look like choir boys." He stuffed the gag back in Brian's mouth. "You just keep your mind on your situation and off of Gillian."

"Stupid Son of a--!" Mac got up from the floor, he grabbed the chain that held the captive man to the bed and jerked it back, sending Brian flying backwards onto the floor. He stuck his hiking boot down onto his neck and pressed it there, not hard but enough to keep Brian's dark eyes focused on his kidnapper's face. "Another STUNT like that again and they'll never find your body!" Mac grabbed the chain and dragged Brian back to the bed and shoved him face down onto it. He pressed a knee against his back as he removed the chain and replaced it with another cuff that was attached to the ones around his wrists. "That should hold you now." Mac got up and picked up the phone that had slid across the grungy floor. "Think by doing that you were going to stop the call? No, I don't think so." He closd the phone and pocketed it. "Help should be arriving within the hour." A short time later Mac opened the door and to Brian's surprise a beautiful red haired woman, dressed in a short jean skirt and a pink tank top came into the room. She smiled as she pulled the blond man into her arms for a deep lingering kiss. "So that's him huh?" Mac's dark eyes narrowed as he took the young woman by the hand and went over to the bed, jerking the bandana out of Brian's mouth. "Brian Coltrane this is Gillian MacKenzie...my reinforcements." "Charmed I'm sure." Gillian slid her arm around MacGyver'a waist. "Standard SOP?" "Yeah, leave this on the bulletin board in town." He handed her a folded up paper that she stuck in her pocket. "I'm on it." Gillian put her sunglasses back on as she walked out the door.

The figure dragged the unconscious Coltrane to a more isolated location, laying him down on a filthy old bed and handcuffing his hands behind him. A chain was hooked to the cuffs and attached to the footrail. A bandana was pulled from his backpocket and used a gag. "There... all SECURE! Time to call in some reinforcements." A black cell phone was taken out of a jacket pocket and a number was dialed...

The newly disguised Coltrane walked down the sidewalk, he had just passed the Hazzard Emporium when a dark figure reached out and grabbed him, pulling him in the alley beside the building. He was thrown up against the brick wall and a handkerchief soaked with chloroform was pressed against his nose and mouth. "Hello Brian...ready to have some FUN?" A voice hissed in Brian's ear as blackness enveloped him.

A brunette woman dressed reached into the open drivier's side window. There were 6 seconds left on the digital display as she pressed the package close to her and took off running around the back of the Courthouse. The display reached zero and with it came a massive explosion -- plumes of thick black smoke climbed high into the sky, drifting over the top of the building...

The Black 1967 Chevy Impala sat parked against the curb beside the bulletin board. An approaching shadow walked by the open driver side window, casually dropping something into it. The person made a hasty exit as the bundle of dynamite with a digital clock on it started counting down from 10...

Val... Unless I'm a DEER you have no legal hold over me MISS GAME WARDEN. I'm not stirring up trouble, Brian is the one that started this with his post on the lookout for CRIME so why don't you go barking up his tree instead of sniffing around mine. M-

Tisk Tisk TIsk... Poor Brian...he just DOESN'T know when to leave town quietly... Face it Brian you're old NEWS! Been there... done THAT! And I don't do tricks with foil and duct tape, if you want tricks I suggest you go find a seal. And as for squatter's rights...whats the matter? Afraid of losing something...or perhaps someone? A brunette someone? Impersonating a cop huh? Oh yeah that's original considering there's only four cops IN Hazzard. *picks up phone and makes quick call to Rosco, informing him of Brian's plans.* Oh just a quick question... Why do I NEED to be stopped Val? I didnt know it was illegal to settle in Hazzard. M-

Brian... Think that only BAD guys get hurt? I've been hurt worse than THAT and I'm not a bad guy...Just becuase you wear a black jacket don't make you KING. And since WHEN do bad guys shop for crimes in the yellow pages? I COULD come up with a crime to impress you but why should I? Why don't you use all that energy for something more USEFUL to give to Hazzard instead of a reign of terror... now.. do YOU dig? Besides...who SAID I couldn't start my own crime spree? Maybe with some gorgeous, intelligent brunette woman at my side? She'd be treated like a queen! Maybe what this town really needs is some NEW blood... Time to flush out the old and bring on the new. I know I'm enjoying the scenery so far so I JUST might settle here. M-

Brian... Sure you won't change your mind about that PITCH FORK? I can see you in a straw hat picking cotton. The whole bad guy, black leather jacket THING... doesn't that get awfully boring after a while? M-

Hello Brian... You need a new career? May I make a suggestion? You've done the bad guy thing, you've done the whole Michael Corleone THING...how about you grab some pretty little Hazzard lady and settle down? Get a nice farmhouse, some land, a big BARN and don't forget a PITCHFORK and a STRAW HAT. And what are you doing out of Atlanta? Since I'm new around these parts I would like to know if any lovely Hazzard ladies be interested in a cruise to the Bahamas? I've got an extra ticket....