had expected something evil, and he got it. Still, it
had been worth a try to buy time if nothing else. He nodded
in defeat. “Alright, I’ll try to help, but
I need Tapping to talk me through how it works, and what
you’ve done so far.”
sniffed, as if he was thinking about it. “Very well,
I’ll have him brought from my boat. In the meantime,
you can enjoy the comforts of one of my tents.”
He looked to the man with the Uzi, pushing the girl into
Mac’s arms. “Tie him up and put them in my
marquee. Guard them well, or you will join your friend
as shark food…”
found himself pushed rapidly towards a pale blue tent
and pushed inside, along with Dawson. Another harder shove
landed him on the floor.
your hands behind your back!”
complied, and felt his wrists hastily and roughly bound
with something that felt like wire. It cut into his flesh
every time he made the smallest move.
guard spun him around, and then bound his ankles in much
the same manner. Satisfied, Uzi boy exited, but his shadow
could be seen just outside the zippered doorway.
looked at him, her eyes welling with what looked like
anger – it was hard to tell, as she was still gagged.
At least MacGyver had escaped that fate. He slid forwards
using his knees and feet to drag himself next to the silent
like it when you’re this quiet,” he teased,
trying to lighten the mood.
scowled and a muffled retort that sounded like Daffy Duck
on a bad day came from beneath the gag. She rolled her
eyes and exhaled deeply.
looked around. There was a pole next to the captain for
the tent roof. It had little metal pins in, that when
pushed let the pole retract to pack away. “Can you
rub your face against the pole, maybe snag the gag and
pull it down on one of those little pins?”
eyebrows lifted, and she tried out the move. At first,
she scratched her cheek, but in the second attempt, the
gag dropped to her neck loosely. “You’re probably
going to regret helping me do that,” she joked quietly.
“First up, though, how the heck do we get out of
here?” She looked down at the wire that bound them.
“It’s cutting my flesh just looking at it!”
bit his lip. He’d already take an inventory of the
tent, and it wasn’t good. There was nothing inside
they could use to sever the wires holding them. He was
just about to say as much, when a noise caught his attention
just any noise, but something behind the tent, on the
actual canvas. Mac shuffled his body around until he could
focus on the sound, and was surprised to see a knife,
hacking carelessly through the material until there was
a human-sized slit. Ten seconds later, a face pushed through,
along with a hat – a pilot’s cap, to be precise.
didn’t know whether to sigh with relief, or panic.
“Jack!” He squawked almost too loudly. “What
pushed all the way into the tent, careful not to raise
his voice how MacGyver had. “Jeez, I travel all
this way to rescue your butt, and you’re not even
pleased to see me?” He looked genuinely offended,
although Mac knew otherwise.
fact hit MacGyver that he hadn’t told Jack where
he was going in the Bermuda Triangle, and even if he had,
they were now nowhere near those co-ordinates. “Hey,
just how did you find me?”
shrugged and grinned. “Well see, I was at your apartment,
going through a few things, and I found these tracking
gizmos. I think you’d made them for Phoenix. Anyhow,
I kinda slipped one into your sneaker, just in case you
got in trouble. I mean, it is the Devil’s playground
was amazed and disgruntled. “What were you doing
in my apartment in the first place? Don’t you dare
tell me you’ve moved all my furniture again, that
is so getting old, if I wasn’t tied up I’d…”
for me? I know, but look at it this way, it worked out
great!” Jack’s moustache twitched as he smiled.
“I’m here to rescue you and…”
what aren’t you telling me?”
me boyo, would I keep anything from you? My friend, my
Compadre…” Jack stopped, looked down at their
bonds and then shrugged. “I forgot the wire cutters.
I mean, how was I to know they were going to tie you with
something that wasn’t actually rope?” He pulled
open his jacket to reveal a hunting knife. “Rope,
twine, string, cord, thread, yarn…all those I can
deal with. Just not wire.”
shoulders sagged. If that was the only reason Jack’s
moustache was twitching, they might stand a chance. “Anything
else you might wanna tell me?” He raised a row,
hoping Dalton said no, but it was, as ever, too much to
think the bad guys might have found my plane, but it’s
okay, kemo sabe! I got a message off to Papa Thornton
as soon as I found this island!” Jack sounded victorious,
and his eyes danced smugly.
did he say?”
so he didn’t actually get time to answer. I think
your bad guy has some kind of jamming device, as soon
as he saw my plane my goose was cooked.” Jack tried
in vain to undo the wire that had been tightly wrapped
around Mac’s wrists and ankles.
you don’t actually know if Pete even got the message?”
I’m confident! When have I ever let you down?”
Jack looked hurt again. “Okay, so maybe a few times,
but I’m good, you know that.”
few times! More like every time!” Mac’s voice
went up an octave again until Dawson interrupted.
you guys need a room? Jeez, it’s like The Odd
Couple!” Dawson puffed out a breath in frustration.
“Do you think we can get out of here, then you two
can bicker all you like?”
Jack agreed amiably. “I’m up for suggestions
how to cut the wire? I mean, I can’t exactly carry
you two out of here. Well, maybe the girl, but Mac, I
hate to say it buddy, but you’re too heavy.”
don’t cut the wire, and we don’t get out of
here.” MacGyver offered helpfully. “In fact,
you just leave us right where we are.”
what?” Jack and Dawson chimed together.
nothing to cut the wire, and we’re not Easter Bunnies,
we can’t hope outta here. Not to mention, if we
leave, that means Tapping will be at Famosa’s mercy.”
Mac looked pretty serious as he spoke. He wasn’t
joking. “If Famosa still thinks we’re his
prisoners, at some point, he’ll untie us to work
on the machine. Once all three of us are free and together,
you can come back and do you’re cavalry routine.”
a second, Jack looked ecstatic, then it seemed to hit
him he might have to get up close and personal with a
few Cubans, and he balked. “Exactly how can I save
you from the bad guys in broad daylight, and when they
have guns, and I just got a whole lot of sass and this
looked to Dawson. “When Famosa caught you, had you
tried to spring my trap?”
captain shook her head. “No, it’s just as
you left it.”
Jack, I’m going to give you some instructions, but
I don’t want you to make a move until I give a signal.”
kinda signal?” Dalton had moved to the back of the
tent to make his exit, as if he was already afraid of
being caught. Action that involved personal danger was
not on his to do list.
I might have to wing it on that,” Mac admitted.
“But trust me, when you see it, you’ll know…”
* * *
had taken Famosa twenty minutes to get Tapping from his
yacht onto the island, and a further ten to their arrival
at the camp. Jack had just left the tent when the guard
had returned and cut MacGyver and Dawson free, dragging
them back out to the machine.
was there waiting, a bunch of schematics in his hand.
“I’m sorry you had to get involved in this
mess,” he apologized, fiddling with his glasses.
what we do,” Mac assured, rubbing at his wrists
where the wire had cut into them.
of the chit chat, make the machine work!” Famosa
was rubbing sweat from his brow as he spoke, and he looked
tired and irked. “You have one hour.” He glanced
at the nearest guard. “Give them whatever they need,
tools, men, whatever, just make it happen.” He turned
and headed for another tent, apparently one reserved for
him and his soon-to-arrive guest only.
he’d vanished under the tarp, the guard prodded
Mac with the tip of his Uzi. “You heard what the
boss said, fix the machine, or I’ll hurt the girl
real good…” He sneered.
scoffed, and for a second Mac thought she was going to
slap the Cuban, instead she shot Mac a questioning look,
and he knew she was waiting for his infamous signal to
pulled open a tool box and began to rummage through it
while looking at Tapping. “We need to make it look
good,” he whispered, “but we also need to
make some smoke. Can we short something out?”
grimaced, and it appeared he found it painful to actually
damage his creation. “Do we have to? What if we
can’t fix it before the hour is up?”
don’t exactly plan on finishing this thing anyway,”
Dawson interrupted. “How can we, with the damage
it could do to the planet?”
seemed to think about it, glanced at the guard, and then
picked up some tools from the open box Mac had been sifting
through. He edged over to the machine, removed a plate
and then ran a small screwdriver over two contacts simultaneously.
was a large spark, a hiss, and then a steady stream of
white and grey smoke oozing into the atmosphere.
guard was instantly upon them. “What did you do?”
nothing,” Tapping reassured. “Just a little
slip of the wrist, but I had to change that circuit anyway.
It will be fine. Trust me.” His eyes flashed with
sincerity and Mac was impressed with his sudden acting
guard didn’t buy it and moved closer, wafting his
9mm at them as he approached. He passed Dawson, focusing
on the two men – and that was his first mistake.
Surprising even MacGyver, Dawson pounced, landing a left
hook on the man’s jaw like she’d been having
lessons from Mike Tyson. The punch didn’t have the
weight behind it a man’s would, but the shock factor
was enough for her to land another before the guard could
react, and he flew backwards onto the ground.
grabbed his Uzi and backed up. By now the other two guards
on the perimeter of the camp had seen what was happening
and began to shout. One let off a clip at them, bullets
tearing into the earth at their feet, and a few slugs
hitting the machine.
heard the ruckus, and appeared from his tent spouting
profanities at his men. “You idiots! Don’t
shoot near the machine! We don’t have the spares!”
grabbed Dawson, dragging her behind the giant contraption,
using it for cover. Tapping joined them breathlessly.
“We can’t stay here for ever!” He panicked.
“They’ll only hold off for so long, machine
or not!” His eyes strayed to his creation, and for
a second it was like a father’s grief at the thought
of it being harmed.
time to make a run for it!” MacGyver pointed to
the tree line behind the machine, nodded, and then launched
into a run still holding Dawson’s free hand. In
seconds he was crashing through brush with the girl in
tow, hoping the scientist would follow.
he could hear Famosa yelling more orders and a steady
stream of gun fire at their heels as the Cuban guards
gave chase. One slip now, and those bullets would be tearing
into them, and not the ground. Mac tried not to think
about it as he crashed past a tree so hard he tore a branch
off. Dawson yelped as the rest of the recoiling foliage
hit her, but she didn’t stop.
clearing near the downed plane was just ahead of them,
and MacGyver prayed to whoever was listening that Jack
was there, and was going to get his part right.
torpedo plane beckoned them, and Mac felt Dawson pick
up speed as she saw it too. Was Tapping still behind them?
MacGyver daren’t look for fear of slowing, but as
they careered over the hidden parachute, he yelled until
his lungs hurt. “Now Jack! NOW!”
just skimmed the chute and fallen headlong into some bracken
when a whoosh of air and two anguished yelps made them
parachute looked strange – almost upside town as
it dangled with two struggling henchmen.
appeared, a childlike grin on his face, his moustache
twitching this time with delight, not a lie. “I
told you I could do it, Compadre!”
delight was short lived as Famosa appeared. He’d
been at the rear of his group, and hadn’t fallen
into the trap. Now, he held a Glock automatic on them
all, and he was smiling almost as much as Dalton. Unexpectedly,
Tapping was at his side, and although he wasn’t
exactly beaming, he was no prisoner.
Tapping?” Dawson’s head cocked to one side
as realization seemed to hit her. “What are you
was more direct. “You sold out to him, didn’t
you? What did he promise? Money? Fame?”
scientist fidgeted. “Neither,” he admitted.
“He offered me recognition. After Steubens, I was
nobody. All I could do was get work on your pathetic research
vessel, and I’m better than that. Always was.”
offered him the chance to work on what he wanted, not
on what the establishment decided,” Famosa interrupted.
“Oh, and I pay better too, even if he isn’t
me, but didn’t someone say the work you’re
doing for Mr. Bad Guy here could end the world? Isn’t
that taking job satisfaction a little too far?”
Jack’s eyes were wide. “And what good is recognition
if the world ends a few seconds later when you switch
that thing on and we all go kapuff?” He clicked
his fingers for effect.
won’t,” Famosa purred. “Tapping here
assures me he not only continued Steubens research, he
improved on it – we would have been able to control
the ozone layer and hold the super powers to ransom –
but you’ve messed all that up, at least this time.
And for that, you’re going to pay.” His finger
ticked on the Glock’s trigger, and he was about
to open fire when a whirring from the heavens stopped
whole group looked up to see a helicopter flying in from
a distance. The pale blue chopper blended in and out of
the perfect, cloudless sky like it had a malfunctioning
cloaking device, but it was merely a trick of the light.
cocky smile thinned and he swallowed hard. “That
will be Ramirez, and he’s expecting a fully working
can’t make that happen, not now…n…not
here!” Tapping was stammering, and his hands had
begun to shake.
nodded. “I think we better leave the party before
Ramirez arrives, he’s not the type you disappoint
and live.” He reaffirmed his grip on the automatic,
moving closer as he pointed it at MacGyver.
was ready for it. While all eyes had been on the bird
in the sky, Mac’s hands had slowly moved behind
his back, and he’d opened up his pocket knife. The
rope securing the parachute trap, and Famosa’s men,
was fastened to the nearest tree, and he intended to use
Famosa pulled the trigger, MacGyver dived backwards, slashing
at the rope with one swift wrist movement. The line snapped,
and the chute dropped as the bullet hit the tree, splintering
and Tapping suddenly found themselves on the ground, knocked
from their feet by the two falling henchmen.
Dawson and Jack ducked into the undergrowth, intent on
running again, but they needn’t have bothered. In
fear of his own life, Famosa picked up the Glock, ran
a hand through his hair and indicated that his men should
to the yacht before Ramirez realizes what’s happening
and opens fire! He’s bound to think this is some
kind of double cross if I don’t come up with the
device!” Famosa tucked the gun into his belt and
jogged after his terrified men. Tapping brought up the
emerged from the trees first and watched the Cuban making
his retreat. “Whoa, now that wasn’t a move
I was expecting! I thought we were dead for sure!”
Jack cooed, “I’m sure they just finally realized
who they were dealing with!”
cocked a brow. “What?”
Dalton, that’s what! They knew I had them right
where I wanted them, eh, Mac me boyo?”
appeared and grimaced. “It’s great that we
didn’t end up dead, but we still don’t have
time to joke. Famosa still has Tapping with him, and if
we allow them to get away, then the world still isn’t
a safe place.” He slid his knife back in his pocket
and bit his lip.
is the part where you say something profound and very,
very stupid, like we have to stop them, right?”
Jack screwed up his face in a wince that could have won
Dawson didn’t sound against the idea, but her expression
said she didn’t think it was possible. “They
have guns; we have a pocket knife and a pilot with a big
resemble that remark, madam,” Jack chuckled then
looked at his friend more seriously. “Mac, she has
a point, but that isn’t going to stop you, is it?”
headed for Famosa’s yacht,” MacGyver pondered
out loud. “If we stay on the island, their weapons
can’t touch us, but we can touch them.” He
hunkered down to the disemboweled torpedo. “I think
we should put this puppy back together and fire it at
them. I can lower the amount of explosives to hopefully
do minimal damage, just enough to stop them without hurting
anyone until Pete gets here with help.”
can’t fire a torpedo from land!” Dawson had
a hand on her hip, and she was obviously frustrated.
ignored her and stared at Jack. “No, but we could
drop it from a plane, like it was intended.”
no we can’t.” Jack took off his cap and mopped
his brow. “I told you Famosa’s people spotted
me? Well they opened fire, took out my flaps. I think
they bust the cable control. I can whiz around on the
ocean all day long, but I can’t take off, and if
I could, I wouldn’t be able to land without stalling.”
looked at the rotting torpedo plane. “You’re
plane is how old?”
looked terrified and held up his hands. “Oh no!
You’re not fitting things off a crashed bird on
to my baby! It’s bad luck! I’m bound to crash
always do anyway…” Mac shook his head, then
turned to Dawson. “Get back to the clearing, make
sure all of Famosa’s people are gone, and get McKenna
and the crews. I need the explosives I planted on the
machine, and something that uses battery power, a radio
maybe. This type of torpedo used batteries, and they’re
gonna be flat. I’ll start getting the torpedo back
together ready, and then the cables from the plane for
nodded and jogged away without questioning MacGyver’s
wild plan. Jack was conservative. “I’m so
not flying that puppy, no siree! Not here in the Devil’s
playground! And anyway, what about a release mechanism?
We don’t have time to strip that off this wreck
as well.” He leaned over, examining the equipment
he was talking about. It was rusty and bent.
use the release bracket from this, but someone will have
to be under your plane on one of the floats to drop the
torpedo manually…” Mac worked as he talked,
screwing back the innards of the torpedo. Once he could
do no more without the Torpex, he moved to the underside
of the bomber and began unscrewing the release mechanism
with his knife. It was hard going due to the corrosion,
and his hands slipped several times, skinning his knuckles.
changed my mind,” Jack cooed. “I’ll
do the flying, I’ll risk my neck, but on the inside.”
frowned as a screw decided to be stubborn. “Start
stripping the flap cables, we might need to shorten them,
or maybe even join one.”
the time we’ve done all this, Famosa and his goons
will be long gone anyway!” Jack seemed to get some
comfort from the thought, took of his leather jacket and
set to work.
decided it was wise not to mention that Famosa’s
yacht was still struggling to steer after his earlier
sabotage, and would probably still be in range even in
an hour or two.
* * *
the torpedo to run on the batteries Dawson had managed
to conjure had been relatively easy, but fixing Jack’s
plane hadn’t been so simple. The bracket for the
torpedo to drop from had to be modified to work without
a cable, and as MacGyver had feared, someone was going
to have to ride under the plane to release it.
Famosa had left an abundance of tools to work with from
his failed project, and Mac had been able to use wood
from nearby trees to pack under the bracket to make it
low enough to ride on the belly of the Cessna. Mac was
not, however, looking forward to sitting on the pontoon
while Jack flew the thing, but he doubted there would
be any other volunteers.
final, and hardest job, was getting the flaps on the Cessna
operational again. It was an old model, almost vintage,
but there were still massive differences in design to
the warplane he was plagiarizing for parts.
control cables were simply too short, and that meant stretching
them beyond their limits to fit. To make it happen, Mac
had jury-rigged some ropes onto a nearby tree, along with
half of McKenna’s crew tugging on them while he
affixed the ends, but how long it lasted before snapping
was anyone’s guess. He hadn’t told Dalton
about that small fact, or he doubted Jack would have taken
off. He was crazy, but maybe not that crazy.
wiped a greasy hand across his brow as he slid in the
last screw and tightened it down on the wing. He realized
he had oil on his forehead, and wiped it away with a rag
Dawson provided. The work had taken over two hours. Just
how far could Famosa get in that time?
are you ready?” Mac stood up, tossed down the rag
and eyed the bobbing pontoon he was about to ride on distastefully.
nope,” Jack answered honestly. “Of all the
crazy things I’ve gotten you into, I don’t
think one has ever been this nuts. You owe me for this
one, kemo sabe!” His moustache twitched to say he
was in a playful mood.
get in and fly will you? We can talk about how much this
is going to cost me in pranks later…” Mac
smiled and grabbed a small section of rope, tying himself
to the outrigger that held the pontoon, just as a precaution.
shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re
scowled. “Neither can I, but how else do we stop
Famosa and Tapping causing a global catastrophe?”
didn’t an answer, or if she did, it was drowned
as Jack fired up the plane’s ancient engine and
powered up for take of. The flaps on the wings moved up
and down as he tested MacGyver’s handiwork, and
then he opened up the throttles.
little red patched up Cessna began to move, gathering
speed as it bobbed on the perfect blue waves. Within seconds,
it had enough lift and soared upwards, making Mac’s
stomach lurch as he saw the sea beneath him begin to grow
small and insignificant.
had his door propped open, so they could communicate somewhat,
even over the sputtering Continental motor.
you see them yet?” Mac shouted, holding tight onto
the strut as he spoke, the wind puckering his cheeks and
see something on the horizon, and it ain’t the Coast
Guard,” Jack answered with a yell. He grinned, as
if he was suddenly having fun, and pulled down his goggles.
dived the plane a little, turning the nose to match the
direction their target was traveling. Famosa’s yacht
grew from a pinprick in their vision to a discernable
ship quite quickly.
them,” MacGyver confirmed, noting a helicopter on
the aft section’s mini landing pad. It looked like
Ramirez had joined the party, despite Famosa trying to
get away from him. I wonder what’s going on
down there? Would the two bad guys be arguing, or
plotting a new strategy with Tapping’s help?
he spoke, the helicopter’s rotors began to spin,
and as Jack turned the Cessna for his torpedo run, it
took off, heading south.
what?” Jack bellowed, gripping the yoke a little
too tightly for Mac’s comfort.
with the yacht.” MacGyver pointed downwards, just
in case his friend hadn’t made out his response.
nodded and push the controls forwards, putting the plane
into a small dive. He gave the thumbs up that Mac was
now in control of what happened next.
swallowed hard and took the screwdriver from his pocket.
He slid it into the mechanism, pushing the spring back
by hand that normally a cable would control. The torpedo
pushed harder until the muscles in his shoulder ached
with the exertion. The spring popped, and the ancient
torpedo fell into the air, dropping harshly into the water
would the makeshift battery power it to the yacht, and
would it even explode?
squinted, trying desperately to see beneath the waves,
but even here in this perfect ocean, it was impossible.
Seconds ticked by, then finally Dalton spotted what they
were looking for.
It’s heading right for the hull! You got ‘em
eyes found the torpedo just as it impacted with thousands
of dollars worth of prime wood. At this height, he couldn’t
hear the sound of the damage, or even the pop of the small
explosion caused by his toned down Torpex, but he could
see the water gushing into the newly-made hole.
his work on the pontoon was over, Mac untied himself and
climbed into the cockpit beside Dalton. He put on a headset
to talk. “Okay, now we need to find that helicopter
and follow it! Tapping could be onboard!”
instantly looked horrified. “Are you kidding me?
With this duck taped masterpiece of yours?” He nodded
down, indicating the Cessna. “We’ll be lucky
to set this down without imploding!”
beneath him twanged, as if it had heard him.
rolled his eyes. “Aww, now why’d you have
to go and say something like that?” He groaned.
tried the flaps.
err, think your newly-made flap cable just left the building,”
Jack informed. “And given the angle they’re
currently at, we’re gonna stall this puppy mid-air
if I try to land. Put simply, our goose is cooked, yet
again.” He wiggled his brows. “But hey, I’ve
got you onboard, so I’m not scared, right?”
exhaled. “You do have parachutes?”
blinked and his eye twitched. “Are you kidding?
Of course I got parachutes! They’re right behind
your seat! I paid good money for them in a Cuban market
when I bought this flying masterpiece.”
MacGyver wasn’t comforted. He pushed off his seat,
inspecting what was behind it. After a little rummaging,
he came across two brown, very dirty packs. He inspected
them with disdain. “Jack….these are empty,
there’s no canvas, no silk, no cables, no nothing!
They’re full of newspaper! And the harness on this
one is rat-eaten…”
boy…guess I should have looked instead of taking
that ten-year-old kid at his word, huh?” Jack pulled
his goggles back onto his cap. “But look on the
bright side! They weigh a whole lot less!”
tossed the packs out the open door and glanced into the
back where Jack had removed the seats to carry cargo.
There were several boxes, and they weren’t all labeled
the same. “What else you got back here?”
some backpacks, dog food, oh, and a whole bunch of party
balloons!” Jack grimaced. “Not very helpful,
thought about it, then began unpacking the boxes. When
he came to the balloons, he stopped, realizing they were
quite large, and there were canisters of helium to inflate
them. He smiled, and Jack frowned.
know that look,” Jack said worriedly, “you
have some kinda crazy plan forming, dontcha me boy?”
thinking maybe we could tie a whole bunch of the balloons
to a backpack each and jump out of the plane.” MacGyver
began filling balloons while he talked, not wasting any
looked horrified. “Mac, do you realize just how
many balloons it would take to lift us? Have you ever
heard of such a thing as terminal velocity? Even if we
jump over the ocean, the force we’ll hit the water
with will squish us at this height!” He clapped
both his hands together for effect. “Like a bug
hitting a windshield,” he explained a little too
it would take around six thousand balloons each,”
Mac said as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
thousand! I don’t have that many balloons, or enough
helium!” Jack started to fidget with the controls
as if sheer willpower could fix them.
you relax?” Mac stopped working and stared at his
friend. “We don’t need to take off, or float,
we just need these things to slow our decent enough to
give us a bit softer impact with the ocean, okay?”
thought about. “MacGyver, did I ever tell you I
love you and your crazy ideas?” He grabbed a pack
and started fastening the inflated balloons to it like
a harness while keeping the yoke steady with his knees.
It was an unsightly, but necessary combination.
all the balloons were gone, and the gas cylinders empty,
Mac looked over to his friend. “I guess this was
my idea, I better go first.” He took a long, deep
breath. Heights weren’t his thing anyway, but jumping
from a plane with just balloons to slow his decent was
making him feel very uncomfortable.
patted him on the shoulder. “I’d love to say
I’ll do it but…” he smiled playfully.
“I’d hate to rain on your parade.”
I think.” Mac shot Jack a look and then moved to
the open door. He needed to be careful as he stepped to
the edge. If he trapped his creation and burst any balloons,
the impact with the water would be a very unpleasant one.
Under his breath, he took a small prayer, closed his eyes,
and then pushed away from the moving Cessna.
tumbling effect was instant. It was nothing like the graceful
decent of a skydiver, and as the wind battered his cheeks,
MacGyver had to wonder if his idea had any credibility
at all. He felt his limbs yanked backwards by the force
of gravity as he plummeted to the ocean below. And somewhere
in his mind, he hoped Sam would forgive him for taking
this assignment if things didn’t work out.
later, he hit the water – to MacGyver, it felt like
he’d hit a brick wall, but at least a very slightly
cushioned brick wall. He gasped, attempting to take down
air, and instantly gulped down sea water. For a moment,
disorientated, he floundered, splashing wildly with his
arms until his confused brain could catch up with his
spat out the water, calmed himself and did a mental checklist
of his body. Everything seemed to be working, and nothing
appeared broken, which meant his balloon decent had worked.
He was going to be bruised and battered for a few days,
but alive to tell the tale.
began to tread water while pulling off the impromptu parachute,
but was interrupted by a wild cry from above.
looked up just in time to see Jack Dalton hurtling towards
him. He kicked away, attempting to avoid the tumbling
pilot, but it was too late. Jack splashed down right on
top of him. The tangle of limbs was short lived as Mac
pushed him off.
you get your own place! Sheesh, you’re not satisfied
with invading my apartment. There’s a whole ocean
to land in, and you crash in my spot!” MacGyver
feigned anger as he swam backwards through the waves and
spotted a ship approaching with U.S. Navy colors. Finally,
Pete’s cavalry was arriving.
didn’t see it. He was too busy grumbling. “Hey!
This was your crazy idea. How can I help it if some of
my balloons went south on me? I think you kept the best
ones for yourself. You know that time when I thought I
was dying? Well plummeting from the heavens just now brought
it right on back to me…and not in a good way. I
think you owe me a beer, or maybe a meal…or maybe
even a plane!” He looked up to see the Cessna still
airborne in the distance. It would carry on that way until
it ran out of fuel and crashed into the sea.
gave in, just a little. “I’ll spot you for
a beer,” he agreed. “But I think it’s
safer if you never own a plane again, like ever!”
thought about it, then cocked his head as he splashed
around clumsily. “You know what, Mac me boy? I think
you actually might be right....” He remained quiet
for a fifth of a second, then grinned. “Maybe I’d
be better with a boat!”
* * *
One hour later…
slowly sipped his cocoa as he listened to Pete talking
on a satellite phone. Pete wasn’t happy, and neither
were the U.S. government. While MacGyver had stopped Famosa
with his homemade explosives, Ramirez had escaped in his
helicopter, taking Tapping with him.
finally set the phone down and exhaled. “Well, that
was one strange call,” he informed. “Ramirez
and Tapping have vanished into thin air.”
nodded. He’d expected as much. They would probably
go to ground for some time before trying again with the
device. “I pretty much expected it,” he said
with a sigh. “They’ll be back, and much more
shook his head. “No, I don’t mean they’re
in hiding somewhere, they literally vanished! According
to U.S. Navy and Coast Guard tracking and radar, they
just disappeared somewhere north of Bermuda.” He
clicked his fingers together. “Gone, just like that.”
error, or maybe some kind of cloaking device?” MacGyver
pondered. “I mean, these people are stealing on
the edge technology, maybe they’re using it too?”
maybe they really just vanished?” Dawson, who until
now had remained silent, chipped in. “I was never
a believer of the whole triangle legend, but…”
she pulled the book from her pocket that she’d taken
from the dead body on the island. “I guess this
is from that downed plane we found…” She handed
it to Mac. “I found a skeleton; it must have been
the pilot. Bermuda didn’t bring him anything for
opened the faded leather binding to look at the browned
and fragile pages. What he saw was intriguing, and gave
more questions than answers, about the plane, and the
book’s original owner. “This doesn’t
explain anything about the downed plane’s crew,”
he informed with a frown. “And it brings up a very
and Dawson were both intrigued and sat forwards. Jack
Dalton apparently remained uninterested as he gulped down
coffee and cookies in the corner, crumbs flying everywhere
and sticking in his moustache.
isn’t a pilot’s log,” MacGyver continued.
“It’s a captain’s log. It’s George
Worley’s…” he paused, and when no one
commented continued. “He was the commanding officer
on the U.S.S. Cyclops.”
instantly recognized the name. “My God, people have
wondered for years what happened to her! She’s part
of the whole “Triangle” mystery!”
nodded. “The log doesn’t give any answers.
Worley stopped making entries the day she vanished, but
it does confirm she still had engine trouble, and that
she was low in the water.”
you think that’s why she sank, and not anything
supernatural?” Pete concluded. “And as the
body was on the island, she must have gone down close
to here. You know, this would be something Phoenix would
love to investigate!”
Jack awoke from his food induced stupor. “Oh no!
Count me out, No sir, I am so not getting involved in
anything else out here. In fact, every time I get involved
with anything to do with Phoenix, I lose my plane!”
He stopped, rammed in a cookie and then looked at MacGyver
who was smiling. “Mac, don’t you dare!”
Jack, don’t you want to know what really happened
out here? Maybe we could even find the remains of the
wreck!” MacGyver was genuinely interested. If there
was anything he loved, it was solving puzzles, and this
was a big one.
stubbornly turned away, scowling as a junior officer from
the bridge entered the room. “Excuse me,”
he apologized, “but there’s a message for
Mr. MacGyver.” He handed over a white folded paper
and waited. “Shall I send a reply, Sir?”
opened the paper and read it, then looked back up with
a smile. “Reply that I’d love to, and I’ll
be there soon.”
officer nodded and retreated.
Pete, that’s from an old friend of mine, Paul Moran,”
Mac apologized. “He wants me to shoot over to the
U.K. for a party he’s throwing. We’ve been
through a lot together, especially climbing. I can’t
nodded. “I remember Paul. Looks like you’re
off to England instead of another Bermuda stay then. We
can always put this on the backburner until you return.”
smiled. “I’d like that.” He glanced
at Dalton. “Maybe I’ll even be able to convince
Jack by then!”
scowled. “Buddy, don’t bet on it, even I’m
not that crazy..!”