[s3e1] Improvise «Plus | MANUAL»

Mac sat on the rusted porch in Nigeria, the humid air thick with the scent of rain and earth. For three months, he had traded high-stakes espionage for the rhythmic work of a mechanic, fixing irrigation pumps and old tractors. He didn’t miss the explosions or the secrets. Most of all, he didn’t miss the shadow of the man who had lied to him for decades.

Mac walked away, leaving the director alone in the office. He hadn't fully returned to the fold yet, but he had remembered one thing: no matter how far he ran, he would always be the man who could build a future out of scraps. [S3E1] Improvise

Hours later, safely back at the Phoenix base, James stood by the window, watching the sunset. He turned to Mac, who was cleaning the grease from his fingernails. "You didn't follow the protocol," James remarked. Mac sat on the rusted porch in Nigeria,

"Angus, get out of here," James grunted, struggling against the weight of the beam. "That's an order." Most of all, he didn’t miss the shadow

Armed mercenaries were closing in. Mac looked around the derelict space. No weapons. No backup. Just a pile of discarded chemical drums, some copper wiring, and a handful of cleaning supplies.

The sound of a luxury SUV crunching over the gravel broke his peace. Out stepped James MacGyver, looking every bit the cold, calculated director of the Phoenix Foundation.

"I wasn't hiding," Mac replied, not looking up from the wrench in his hand. "I was just gone."