[s3e1] | Improvise

"You’re a hard man to find, Angus," James said, his voice as dry as the dust on his shoes.

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. [S3E1] Improvise

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. "You’re a hard man to find, Angus," James

Mac scoffed, but the mention of a civilian target pulled at the instinct he couldn't quite suppress. "You have a whole team, James. Call Jack. Call Riley." Mac sat on the rusted porch in Nigeria,

The drive to the site was silent, the tension between father and son vibrating louder than the engine. When they arrived at the outskirts of the compound, things went south instantly. An ambush left their vehicle disabled and James pinned under a fallen support beam in an old warehouse.

Mac didn't move. He grabbed a plastic bottle and began mixing ammonia with iodine. "You never did understand the difference between an order and a choice, Dad."

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.