MacGyver - Children of the United Nations

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Re: MacGyver - Children of the United Nations

Post by ber.eire » Sat Sep 15, 2018 7:56 pm

This is amazing. I can really see and hear all the characters right in front of me. Thanks a lot for writing and posting! I really enjoy reading your story and am looking forward to the following stories.

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Re: MacGyver - Children of the United Nations

Post by MacGyverGod » Sun Sep 16, 2018 1:47 pm

Welcome to chapter 6. After a daring escape above the Himalayas, MacGyver, Sam and Jack ended up in a strange country where they find one of the kids parents and meet the highest placed ruler of the nation. But is he willing to let them leave and have them carry on their assignment? You'll find out below.

(We fade in with the opening music of Mountain of Youth)
Chapter VI
Thimpu, Buthan

From the western sky a tiny dot was floating down on a parachute. It was a blue parachute with a white Phoenix Foundation logo on top of it. The man was steadily steering the parachute to the ground below and like a pro he made his touchdown. The parachute covered him partially during his landing. The man crawled up right from underneath the parachute and it's no one else then MacGyver. He shook his head and took off his parachute. While doing so he looked around to scan his surroundings. He was somewhere in the wilderness surrounded by mountains. He grabbed the parachute and rougly folded it together in a pack, placed his jacket over it and he hid it in a bush near the mountain. When he walked back to where he landed he took out the PDA and shook his head again to get that lock of hair out his eyes. He tapped the screen and went to 'options'. Scrolling down the screen he found the option he was looking for and pressed: 'intiate tracking device.' (The music becomes more mysterious)
A beeping sound was heard and on his screen a compass appeared with a blinking white dot pointing north of where he was. The white dot made a continous beeping sound. MacGyver started to make way to the white dot, when another white dot appeared that also seemed to becoming down from the sky, not too far from the first white dot. It was on his way so he just continued down the path he took. He kept following the PDA tracking device and after a five minute walk he saw a familiar face... hanging in a tree. MacGyver placed his hands in his sides and with a smile he studied the person hanging there. (The music fades away here)
'Hey, Jack.'
'Hey, Mac.'
'What are you doing up there?'
'What does it look like I'm doing up here?'
MacGyver tried to keep back his laugh but barely couldn't.
'You're going to help me out there, or what?'
'Just a moment. I want Sam to see this.'
From his right he heard a faint voice yelling. 'Heeeeeey!'
MacGyver looked at where the sound came from and saw Sam carrying his parachute and waving at them. MacGyver waved back and signaled him to come closer. Sam walked up to them.
'Check it out,' MacGyver said.
Sam chuckled when he saw Jack hanging in the tree. 'I got to take a picture of this.'
Sam took out his camera.
'Come on, Jack, give us a smile,' MacGyver said.
Jack grinned in the camera and Sam took the picture.
'Now, MacGyver, get me down from here, I'm getting dizzy.'
'Alright, alright. Just let me get up there.'
MacGyver climbed into the tree and noticed that the parachute was torn up and the lines were tangled up pretty good in the branches.
'You know, Jack, you're tangled up pretty good here,' he said while getting in a good position to cut the lines.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just take out that trusty knife of yours and cut me loose. I've been hanging here for ten minutes now.'
MacGyver took out his Swiss Army Knife and started to cut the lines.
'Be careful, Mac, you know I have a tender body.'
MacGyver stopped cutting and looked at Jack from up top. 'Just one more.'
'And watch my head!' Jack yelled.
At exactly that moment MacGyver cut the last one sending Jack down.
'Wooohooooo, oeh!'
'Touchdown!' Sam cheered.
'Give me a hand.'
Sam helped Jack up while MacGyver jumped out of three.
'Now, wasn't that a fun party?' Jack asked.
'It sure made me feel alive,' Sam said. 'What about you, dad?'
'Danger is my middle name,' MacGyver replied.
'Mine's Angus.'
'So what do you think happened to them?' Jack asked.
'We dumped the fuel on them and bailed out,' MacGyver said. 'What do you think?'
'They crashed?'
'Maybe. I think we're rid of them for now but I don't think they're dead yet. Murdoc survives everything.'
'So where are we?' Sam asked.
'I don't know yet,' MacGyver said, 'but we were flying east. And we haven't flown that long either. If I retrace back our steps and if I remember my geography classes well, I think we're in Buthan.'
'This is where Anonda came from.'
'So, where do we go from here?' Jack wanted to know.
'Well, if I look at the PDA, we're near the capital of Thimpu. I'd say we scout out.'
MacGyver, Sam and Jack started to work their way to Thimpu.
'Dad, do you think we'll find Anonda's parents here?'
'I don't know. We found everyone else, why not them?'
'You're right. Interesting, we ended up here. Anonda is about the only one who didn't cause trouble at the camp so far.'
'Mac, why don't you contact Pete from that thing and tell them to send James with a plane, so we can get out of here?' Jack wondered.
'As long as we're here, we might scout out the place. From as soon we found a place to stay, I'll contact Pete.'
As they walked through the wilderness, MacGyver got this uneasy feeling they were being watched. Sam noticed this. 'What is it, dad?' (Tense music comes up)
'I don't know,' he said and looked at the trees. 'I feel like we're being watched.'
Sam and Jack looked at the trees. 'I don't see anything.'
'Neither do I,' Jack said.
'Ssshhh,' MacGyver said and pointed his finger to a treetop. 'Right there.'
Jack and Sam followed his finger and saw indeed movement in the trees.
'If there is one there then the other or others must be...'
Suddenly a group of soldiers surrounded them with rifles. (The music intensifies)
'... around us.'
They walked right into an ambush.
'Oh, great,' Sam said.
The leader of the group said something in Buthanese and signaled with his gun that they had to raise their hands.
'Now what, Mac?' Jack asked.
'We surrender,' he said.
(Military music is heard here and then fades away)
MacGyver, Jack and Sam were brought the Royal Palace. The king was sitting on his throne on the inner court surrounded by servants and military men. He was watching an archery contest between two contestants. One of them was a woman. She took an arrow, placed it on the bow, aimed, pulled the arrow and fired. The arrow went straight into the bullseye. It was hailed by applause. The other contestant was a man. He was clearly nervous because he was losing. He had one more chance to get even. He wiped off his forehead with his handkerchief and took his last arrow and got ready to fire. He was a little shaky but tried to stay focussed. The crowds held their breaths. He fired... and missed. The crowd showed their disappointed. The king stood up and went to the female contestant and declared her winner of the contest. The crowd cheered again but it didn't last long when MacGyver, Jack and Sam were pushed in the inner court. The other military men also drew their guns.
'This reminds me of Ammukash, Mac,' Jack said.
'Not really,' MacGyver replied.
They were pushed to the middle of the inner court. The king walked up to them.
'Soldier,' he said firmly, 'explain yourself. What is the meaning of this?'
'We found them in the woods,' the soldier said.
'The woods?' the king asked. 'Is that a reason to bring in strangers to the palace?'
'They were on military grounds.'
'I see.'
'Your Royal Highness, if I may?' Jack started but MacGyver interrupted him.
'Jack, shush.'
'Are you the leader?' the king asked observing MacGyver.
'Your Majesty,' MacGyver bowed. 'I'm sorry if we were trespassing in your country. We meant no offense.'
'Walking through the woods is no crime here. Only you were found on military territory. Who are you and why are you here?'
'Name's MacGyver.'
'MacGyver? You're a westerner? An American?'
'That's right. This is my son, Mr. Malloy and my friend, Mr. Dalton.'
Sam and Jack both bowed now.
'Put your guns away,' the king ordered and the soldiers obeyed.
The king walked back to his throne and MacGyver, Sam and Jack followed him.
'Explain yourself,' the king said.
'We're on our way to India, unfortunately we lost our plane over the Himalayas,' MacGyver explained.
'You could say that. We were simply passing through and tried to reach Thimpur when we bumped into your troops.'
'Yes, my troops. As I said, you were walking on military territory, that is off limits. Yet, there was no way of you to know, especially not after you lost your plane. How did you lose your plane?'
'We were hijacked, sir. We jumped ship, sort to speak.'
'Hm,' the king said, 'and then you landed on our military zone. I understand.'
The soldier came closer. 'Your Majesty, the law says we have to punish those who break it.'
The king raised his hand to shut him up. 'Before we get to that, I like to give our guests the chance to explain themselves. You acted the way you had to soldier. But now, Mr. MacGyver, tell me, what are you doing here?'
'Well, Your Majesty. We're actually not supposed to be here but in India. We work for an organization called the Phoenix Foundation.'
'The Phoenix Foundation?' the king said as if he heard that name before. 'I think I've heard of that organization.'
'It's pretty likely. We work all over the world.'
'Tell me. What do you do for this Foundation?'
'Currently we're working on a special assignment in the South Pacific.'
'Yes, I've heard of it. Camp United?'
'You know it?' Sam asked suprised.
'There is very little I don't know,' the king said. 'One of Bhutan's sons is there to talk about world peace with other children of the world. He will put our country a little more on the map.'
'You know Anonda?' MacGyver asked.
'Anonda?' the king thought for a moment. 'Yes, I believe that's his name.'
'And he's your son?'
'Not in the actual sense of the word.'
'He is in fact my son,' the female contestant said.
MacGyver looked at her: 'Really? You're Anonda's mother?'
'Yes, have you seen him? Is he alright?'
'I've met him the day I started there. He was alright then.'
'Good. I just hope he takes his medication for his allergies. He's really allergic.'
'That's weird. He never said anything about having allergies to us,' Sam said.
'That is weird,' Anonda's mother said. 'Maybe he forgot.'
'Since you know one of Buthan's sons,' the king said, 'you have nothing to fear here. Please, be welcome in our country. Feel free to stay at the Royal Place if you wish.'
'We're very grateful, sir, but we really have to get to India as fast as we can.'
'Do you have any means of transportation?'
'Well, we might be able to call someone but it will take a day or two for them to get here.'
'Until they do, feel free to stay.'
'Thank you, sir.'
'Your Majesty,' the soldier said.
'What is it, soldier?'
'The law.'
'Oh yes, the law. Before we continue, Mr. MacGyver, I do have to say that as a king I have to abide by the laws of Buthan. Even though you had no way of knowing, you were caught trespassing on military grounds. The law says trespassers should be punished either by death or incarceration. The powers invested in me by the Buthanese people, I sentence you to...'
Everybody held their breaths.
'An archery competition.'
The crowd gasped in surprise.
'What?' the soldier said. 'Sire, you can't mean that.'
'Soldier, I am the king of this country. I may not be above the law but I will abide by them as I see fit. Mr. MacGyver, Mr. Malloy and Mr. Dalton are no threat to this nation and were trespassing without knowing. Still the laws says to punish them, well this is their punishment. If they can win the competition they are free to go. If not they will be send to the dungeons. Fair enough, Mr. MacGyver?'
'Well it sounds better then knightly combat.'
'Nothing, Your Majesty. I will accept the challenge. Who is my opponent?'
'Me,' Anonda's mother said.
The king signaled to one of his servants who brought a new basket full of arrows.
'Mr. MacGyver, you may begin,' the king said.
Anonda's mother gave him the bow.
'I don't even like shooting guns,' MacGyver mumbled.
'It's just target practice,' she said. 'Just place the arrow on the bow, aim and fire.'
She took a couple of steps backwards to give MacGyver some room and everyone became quiet. MacGyver began to focus and pulled the string to aim. Only the sound of the wind was heard. He closed his left eye to adjust his vision and fired. The arrow went into the target... right under the bullseye. The crowd applauded.
'Not bad,' she whispered. 'Now watch this.'
Anonda's mother swiftly took an arrow, placed it on the bow and fired. The arrow hit right in the bullseye. The crowd applauded even louder now.
'Just aim straight for the middle and let go.'
'Right,' he said. 'Straight for the middle.'
He took another arrow and aimed straight for the middle. A whistling sound was heard when he let go and the arrow flew into the bullseye next to the other arrow. There was a louder applause now.
'Alright, dad,' Sam cheered.
'Nice one, Mac,' Jack said.
MacGyver nodded at them.
'See?' Anonda's mother asked.
MacGyver gave her the bow back.
She fired another arrow which also hit the spot. MacGyver's next arrow was also a hit. Her third arrow went in but MacGyver missed his. The score was 3 to 2. She scored again and so did MacGyver. 4-3.
'Final arrows,' the king announced.
'Don't worry,' she whispered and winked at him.
She took her final arrow, aimed and fired but she missed the bullseye. The crowd responded a little disappointed. MacGyver looked at her and she just shook her shoulders.
MacGyver took his last arrow and fired. The arrow hit the target's bullseye straight in the middle of the other arrows. The crowd cheered.
'Final score, 4-4,' the king said. 'We have a tie.'
'Your Majesty,' MacGyver said. 'I would like to give her another shot. A winner-takes-all shot, if that is alright with you?'
'I see no harm that. Servant!'
One of the king's servants provided MacGyver and Anonda's mother with another arrow.
'It's your move,' MacGyver said.
Anonda's mother aimed and fired again but she missed once more. MacGyver took his turn and the arrow went again in the bullseye. Final score: 5-4 for MacGyver.
'Well, Mr. MacGyver, it seems you and your friends have earned your freedom. Congratulations,' the king said.
'Thank you, sir.'
'Now, feel free to stay at the palace if you like. I'll arrange transportation so you can go to India as soon as possible.'
They bowed to each other and the king and his entourage left. Also the people started to head home.
Anonda's mother approached him and congratulated him on his victory.
'Congratulations, Mr. MacGyver.'
'Thanks,' he said, 'but why did you do it?'
'Do what?' she asked seemingly not knowing what he was talking about.
'You deliberately missed those last two arrows. I notice those kind of things.'
'Mr. MacGyver, I did this for my son. You are clearly one of the last people I know who saw him. I can't afford they would throw you into the dungeons.'
MacGyver nodded in approval.
'Besides, I want you to see him again if you go back to the island. I have something you need to give him.'
'Follow me to my chambers.'
'Wait, you live in the palace?' he asked suprised.
'Yeah, I live here and work here. I'm part of the staff. Follow me.'
She walked ahead.
'Sam, Jack, come on.'

MacGyver, Jack and Sam were brought to the chambers of Anonda's mother in the palace. The whole room was designed in Buthanese style.
'Please, sit,' she said and pointed them to a couch. 'Tea?'
'Sure,' MacGyver said.
The PDA beeped in his pants. 'Excuse me, I gotta take this.'
MacGyver got up and walked away from the couch. He pressed transmit.
'Mac, are you alright? Where are you?'
'We're in Buthan.'
'Yeah, a slight detour.'
'What happened? Jack still hasn't got back yet.'
'No, he's here with me.'
'Hey, Pete,' Jack said.
'Well?' Pete wanted to know.
'We got hijacked by Murdoc and his HIT-friends,' MacGyver explained.
'Yeah, we bailed out of the plane in mid-air.'
'What about Sam?'
'We all made it but we landed in Buthan. Have you seen Anonda?'
'Yeah, Cynthia is with him now. She's trying to give her classes.'
'Did you notice anything weird about him?'
'Like what?'
'Sneezing, Pete. Was he sneezing?'
'Uh, no. Why?'
'I found his mother. She claims her son has allergies.'
'Allergies? Well, I haven't noticed anything.'
'I see.'
'MacGyver, what are you thinking about?'
'That the plot is thicking, Pete.'
'Do you need help? Shall I send a plane?'
'That won't be necessary, Pete. The king of Buthan is arranging our transportation.'
'The king?'
'It's a long story, Pete.'
'Well, if you need anything, let me know.'
'I will, Pete.'
'I'm glad you're safe.'
'Thanks, Pete.'
MacGyver walked back to the couch were Anonda's mother brought them their tea.
'And?' Sam asked.
'Ma'am, I just talked to my boss on the island,' MacGyver said, 'and he said your son wasn't sneezing at all.'
Anonda's mother sat down and took her own cup of tea. 'I don't understand.'
'What is it exactly that he is allergic of?'
'He's mostly allergic of long-haired creatures.'
'There you have it, Mac,' Jack said.
'Yeah, it might explain why he's not sneezing.'
'How's that?' Anonda's mother asked.
'Most of the animals have been transported off the island.'
MacGyver thought for a moment. 'Still, I don't get it.'
'What do you mean, dad?' Sam asked.
'He never said anything about allergies.'
'I can't imagine why my son would hold that back from you,' Anonda's mother said.
'Neither can I. That's why we need to get back to the island as soon as possible and ask him after we've been to India.'
'Good plan, Mac,' Jack said.
Somebody knocked. Anonda's mother opened the door. It was the soldier that had captured them earlier. 'Gentlemen, your transportation have been arranged.'
'Good,' MacGyver said. 'Than we better get going.'
They walked out the door. MacGyver stopped and turned around. 'Don't worry, ma'am. I will figure out what's going on. I'm sure your son is safe.'
She smiled at him and nodded. They bowed and MacGyver left.
'Come on,' the soldier said.
On their way to the location of their transport the PDA beeped again. MacGyver answered the call. 'What is it this time, Pete?' Only it wasn't Pete it was Endrani.
'Endrani? Where's Pete?'
'Don't you worry about him. He was kind enough to give me his PDA.'
'What do you want, Endrani? I'm on my way to India. Didn't Pete tell you what happened?'
'Oh, he did. I just wondered if it was so hard to put those damn flowers on the grave of my poor grandfather?'
'Endrani, first of all, watch your mouth. I'm doing what you asked me too. Just try to have a little fun there.'
'Fun? Fun? That sounds familiar but very vaguely.'
'I got to go, Endrani. From as soon we're airborne, I'll be in India in no time.'
A little annoyed MacGyver turned the PDA off. 'Nice kid, huh, Mac?' Jack said.
'Once you get to know her, maybe.' (Music comes up)
They passed the area where they landed earlier. MacGyver, Jack and Sam took their parachutes back. A little up ahead, on an open field there was helicopter waiting for them along with the king. They got a royal send off and the helicopter took off bringing our three friends to...
(The music reaches it's peak and we fade out here)
Sometimes you just have to die a little inside to be reborn and rise again as a stronger and wiser version of you.

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Re: MacGyver - Children of the United Nations

Post by MacGyverGod » Wed Sep 19, 2018 2:11 pm

Welcome to chapter 7 of my story. MacGyver, Sam and Jack have finally made it into India to bring flowers to Endrani's grandfather's grave. While travelling through India they bump into an old friend whose future was predicted by a palm reader and apparently came true.

(We fade in with some Indian-style music and then fades away)
Chapter VII
Bombay, India
In a covered marketplace
That same day

'So, what are we doing in Bombay?' Sam asked. 'We should be in Varanasi.'
'The helicopter was running out fuel, so they were kind enough to drop us off here,' MacGyver explained. 'Where's Jack?'
'Mac! I'm over here. Wait up,' Jack said and walked up to them.
MacGyver waved at him. 'Let's stick together here, alright?'
'I just saw the most beautiful woman standing there. For a brief moment, it was just me and her. Like a dream come through.'
'Right,' MacGyver said. 'I've heard that before.'
The marketplace was pretty crowded and filled with stands. There was a florist, sellers of spices, vegetables, fruits. Another stand where you can taste all sorts of curry dishes. A man was selling tea and providing his costumers with samples and next to him there was another men selling sugar canes. There was also a man meditating on a spike bed surrounded by incense and further away there was a snake charmer.
'India is a strange country isn't it?' Jack said as they walked by the snake charmer.
The snake charmer was playing his pungi and the snake appeared from the basket following the moves of the pungi.
'Yeah, you're right, Jack,' MacGyver said.
'How does it do that?' Jack asked looking intrigued by the snake.
'The snake doesn't actually hear the music. They sense the sound and it just follows the movements of the pungi. Actually they consider it as a threat.'
They kept walking around the marketplace.
'Have you ever been here before, Mac?'
'Yeah, once. A long time ago.'
'What happened?' Sam wanted to know.
'Nearly missed my train.'
Sam and Jack squinted their eyes.
MacGyver smiled at their reaction. 'I was here to stop a guerrilla raid. I needed to catch the train to Rajamehar on my way home. I nearly missed it if it wasn't for the cab driver who drove me to the tracks. The machinist was kind enough to let me on board.'
'Then what?' Jack asked.
'We got hijacked by a man named Hassan. He was looking for two people who sold bad medicine to his village.'
'And let me guess,' Sam said. 'You saved the day?'
'I indeed figured out who did it and delivered them to the man. At least the one who didn't die. Then we were let go.'
They walked around and stopped by the curry stand.
'Care to try some Indian food, fellas?' MacGyver asked.
'I'm up for some Indian food,' Sam said.
'I don't know, Mac. You know me, I'm a burger-and-steak-man,' Jack said.
'Come on, Jack. Don't knock it, till you try it,' MacGyver said.
Jack groaned hesitant.
'Just think: when in Rome, Jack. When in Rome...'
'Do as the Romans do,' Sam filled in.
'Alright, then,' Jack said.
The stand owner greeted them. 'Good day, men. Care for a free taste? I have rice Bhel-Puri or Masala Dosa.'
'I take the Bhel-Puri,' Sam said.
'Then I'll have the Masala Dosa,' MacGyver said.
'Give me a bit of both,' Jack said.
The men got their foods in a cup and continued walking around the market.
Jack took a bite of his food and started to breath out loud. 'Ooh, that's quite spicey.'
'Yeah, that's the thing about Indian food. It is spicey,' MacGyver confirmed.
'I need a drink. Water or something, quick.'
'Tea stand is right over there, Jack.'
'I'll be right back,' Jack said hoarse and left for the tea stand.
MacGyver shook his head.
'That's funny. I thought Jack usually like spicey food,' Sam said.
'Well, he does,' MacGyver said.
The PDA beeped inside Mac's pocket again. 'Hold this,' he said and gave his cup to Sam before answering the PDA. 'Hello?'
'Pete. What's up?'
'You need to hurry up, Mac. I'm worried about the children. Things are getting really ugly here.'
'We're in Bombay, now, Pete. The helicopter pilot from Buthan dropped us off here. We're on our way to Varanasi.'
'Good, that's good.'
'What do you mean by: "things are getting ugly"?'
'There's another storm coming and it looks like it's going to be bad. All communication systems are down in the control tower and I am not going to be able to send you information on Varanasi. That's why I called.'
'How far are we from Varanasi?'
'From what I've found on India, you're still pretty far away. You might need to take the train.'
'Great. Do you know how stuffed these trains can be?'
'Yeah, but you don't have many options.'
'I understand, Pete. Send James this way immediately, alright? I know there's an international airport outside Varanasi. He can fly there.'
'You got it.'
'I'll find a way get to there, Pete. I'll be back as soon as I can.'
MacGyver turned to PDA off and Sam gave him his cup back.
'What did he say?' Sam asked.
'That things were getting ugly.'
'Ugly how?'
'Well, there appears to be a storm coming and everything in the control tower seems to be down.'
'You know, dad, I do wonder how this whole situation will turn out.'
'So do I, Sam. So do I. It all started with a boy feeling homesick. We travelled all around the world trying to solve this thing and now we're here in India to place marigold flowers on a grave for a girl's grandfather. This may not be the biggest mess I've been into but it certainly is one of the most oddest. I suggest we just do what we're told and place those flowers on the grave and then get back to the island.'
'I'm with you, dad, all the way.'
MacGyver and Sam finished their food and threw the cups in the garbage can. In the crowds they saw Jack coming back. 'Jack! Come on, let's go.'
Jack was waving his hand near his mouth. 'Wow, that Indian food is spicey. And I like spicey food.'
'Did you put out your mouthfire, Jack?' MacGyver asked.
'Yeah, whew. Wow. So what's the plan?'
'Pete just called. We better get moving to Varanasi. He's getting worried about the children and I'm getting more and more the need of going back to the island. So let's find some marigold to put on that grave and get out of here.'
MacGyver turned around but in doing so, he bumped into a woman dressed in a sari. 'Oh, excuse, ma'am, I...'
'That's alright, I...'
They looked at each other for a moment and there was recognition.
'MacGyver! Hi!' the woman said and practically jumped him in a hug.
'Penny Parker? What are you doing here?' he said trying to sound enthousiastic.
'I live here now.'
'You do?'
'Yes. Remember your birthday? Well, it's at least ten years ago. Anyway, I told Jack once I had my palm read by Madame Bourguiba over on Melrose and she said that I would live in India in a little hut on the Ganges. And look at me now. She was right.'
'I guess, she was,' Jack said.
'Jack! How good to see you,' she said and hugged him as well.
So how long have you been living out here?' MacGyver asked.
'About five or six years. We haven't seen each other in a while, you know?'
'Well, you left without telling me.'
'Well, you never returned my calls.'
'I was busy.'
He was not. He was just ignoring her.
'So who's your friend? He's cute,' she said eyeing the dark haired young man.
'Boy, she's in for a surprise,' Jack said.
'Great. I love surprises.'
'Penny Parker, I like you to meet Sam.'
'Hi, Sam. I'm Penny,' she said and they shook hands.
'I've heard,' he said.
'So, how do you know, MacGyver?' she said still holding his hand.
'Well,' he said still smiling, 'he is my father.'
Penny bursts out in laughing. MacGyver, Jack and Sam all forced a laugh.
'Don't be silly,' she laughed. 'MacGyver doesn't have any kids.'
'He does now,' he laughed back at her.
Again they forced a laugh.
'Yeah, right, that's a good one,' she said still laughing.
'Tell me about it. You should've seen his face when he found out about me.'
They laughed again and this time they were not faking it. Jack coughed from laughing.
'He was like: "huh?" Weren't you, dad?'
'Yeah, I was,' MacGyver laughed. 'Surprised, I didn't have a heart attack.'
Sam laughed even harder now. Jack was shaking all over from laughing.
'This is the best I ever heard,' Jack said.
'Get out of town,' she said laughing.
They all kept laughing and the people walking around started to gawk at them.
'Well, I will, but it doesn't make it any less true,' Sam laughed.
'Wait, you're not kidding,' Penny said.
'No, he's not,' Jack said while wiping tears of laughter.
'I really am his son, Penny,' Sam said trying to get a hold of himself.
She still couldn't believe it.
'Wait, I'll show you.'
Sam took out his locket and showed her the pictures of MacGyver and Kate.
'That's my mother, Katherine and here's my dad.'
Jack walked up to MacGyver and patted him on the shoulder. 'I haven't had a laugh like this in years, Mac.'
'Me either, Jack. Never thought I would have this much fun with Penny Parker.'
Sam and Penny got a hold of themselves again.
'You really are his son,' Penny said.
'So what happened to your mom?'
'She died when I was a kid.'
'I'm sorry,' Penny said.
'She got killed in China but that's a long time ago. Then I found dad. We've been hanging out ever since.'
'He works as photojournalist for the Foundation,' MacGyver said who also got a hold of himself again. 'We work together on several assignments.'
'Like now?' she asked.
'So what are you doing in India then?'
'We're working on a assignment for Phoenix.'
'Is Mr. Thornton still director of field operations?'
'Yeah, he is.'
'Give him my regards.'
'I will,' he said. 'So we're actually here on a mission. We're on our way to Varanasi.'
'Really? That's where I live.'
'You're kidding.'
'No, I really live there. That's where my hut is at the Ganges.'
'No way.'
'Yes way. Why don't you come along? I was on my way home anyway.'
MacGyver looked at Jack and Sam, who seemed to agree.
'Fine, then.'
'But we better get moving or else we miss the train,' she said.
'Won't be the first time I had to catch a train with a cab,' MacGyver said.

At the Ganges

An hour later after an uncomfortable trip in a chockfull train, MacGyver, Jack, Sam and Penny arrived in Varanasi. Penny brought them to her little hut. Despite the heavily polluted Ganges her hut was located in a seemingly paradise on earth. She had a view on the buildings on the other side of the riverbank.
'Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable.'
The hut itself was fluffy, real Penny Parker-like.
'Cosy,' Jack said.
'I would call it: fluffy,' MacGyver responded.
'Let's sit outside in the garden,' Penny suggested.
They went outside. The garden was also typical Penny Parker-style with lots of flowers and a small fountain. They all sat down around a garden table. Penny brought a plateau with cups and tea. She gave everyone a cup before she sat down.
'So, what's the assignment?' she asked.
'Well, we've been working the past few weeks on a special assignment,' MacGyver explained. 'Ever heard of Camp United?'
Penny shook her head while drinking her tea.
'It's a camp located on an island in the Pacific.'
'What sort of camp?'
'Children from all around the world can gather there during the summer to talk about political and other world issues,' Sam said.
'Like a government?'
'More or less,' MacGyver said. 'But in the past few weeks things went awry. This is all still in an experimental phase. We have six children in our care for now and ever since my first day there things have gone wrong. The children are intolerable. We've been in England, Egypt, China, Buthan and now we're here. All for the sake of the children.'
'How come they are intolerable?'
'We don't know. We thought one was homesick, then another one went missing, another one had anger issues. Now we're here because one of the girls asked us to deliver some flowers on her grandfather's grave. We're actually looking for a graveyard.'
'Well, that might a problem,' Penny said.
'How's that?' Jack asked.
'Because there are no graveyards in Varanasi.'
'What?' MacGyver was shocked.
MacGyver, Jack and Sam all shared a look.
'What?' Penny wondered.
'I don't believe this,' Sam said. 'Endrani is from Varanasi herself. Why wouldn't she know something like that?'
'That's a very good question, Sam,' MacGyver said. 'This whole thing just gets more and more bizarre.'
'What do you mean, MacGyver?' Penny asked.
'Just a lot of contradictories. We've had unhappy kids who claimed to be happy, we've had happy kids who claimed to be unhappy and the list goes on and on.'
'That is weird,' she said.
'Not to mention, we were being followed,' Jack said.
'By who?'
'Jack,' MacGyver said as if he said something he shouldn't have.
'What? It's true.'
MacGyver sighed. 'We were but we lost them in the Himalayas.'
'Who followed you?'
Penny gasped. 'Are you saying that terrible man is still alive?'
'Afraid so.'
'I remember how he pulled off his face in front of me in that big scary old theatre.'
'Pulled off his face?' Sam asked shocked.
'It wasn't his face,' MacGyver said. 'He was wearing a mask. Half of his face was covered in scars from burning wounds. When he tried to kill me and Pete in the theatre, he was disguised as Jacques Leroux. He used half a mask to cover the scars in order to be someone else.'
'And now he's back?' Penny asked.
'Yeah. Murdoc's organization HIT, also had plans for the island, to make it a training ground. Only Phoenix got the island first. They've been following and sabotaging us ever since. Last we saw them they hijacked our plane. We jumped ship and haven't seen them after that.'
'That must've been terrifying.'
'It sure gets the old adrenaline kicking,' Sam said.
'So HIT is trying to get their hands on the island?'
'Exactly,' MacGyver said, 'and I'm beginning to think they're using the children to get what they want.'
'Are you saying they're brainwashed,' Jack asked.
'Interesting choice of words, Jack. But no, not brainwashed. Maybe they're manipulated or forced to do act like that.
'But they said they wouldn't hurt the kids,' Sam said.
'Maybe not physically. Maybe they're holding their parents captive in order to get to the children to do what they want.'
MacGyver tapped the sides of his chair thinking. 'Penny, you said there are no graveyards in Varanasi, right?'
'That's right,' she answered.
'How do the Hindus remember their passed away ones then?'
'Well, actually, they honor their deceased by throwing flowers on the Ganges.'
'They, what?' Sam asked.
'In our world, we put flowers on graves. Here in India they put flowers on rivers. You see, the Ganges is a holy river and belongs to the river goddess Ganga. Hindus believe that bathing in this river will wash away their sins.'
'That river didn't look exactly clean.'
'I wouldn't drink of it either,' Penny said, 'but it's the way things are here.'
'I've known about the Ganga Action Plan but that didn't exactly work out as it should be. I guess, this would be an interesting assignment for our environmental programme,' MacGyver said. 'But now, we need to get those flowers and throw them into the river then, if that's the costum here.'
'What sort of flowers?' Penny asked.
'Ah,' she said and pointed behind MacGyver. 'Look behind you.'
MacGyver turned around and saw marigolds right behind him. 'Of course, you would have those flowers.'
'Of course. You can take some of them, if you'd like.'
'Sure, if it helps that little girl, I'd be glad to help.'
'You're a doll, Penny.'
Penny smiled at him.
'We'll throw it in the river right away then.
They returned to the river and MacGyver threw the flowers in the river.
'For your grandfather, Endrani.'
The PDA beeped again.
'What's that?' Penny asked.
'A PDA. That's how we stay in touch with the camp.'
MacGyver answered the call but the transmission was very blurry.
'MacGyver? Can... ou... ear, me?' Pete asked.
'Pete? Pete! The connection's bad, I can barely make you out.'
'The weather... is... ting... bad, again. I have... some... portant... to... ell, ou. Mac... ver?'
The connection went broke.
'What?' Sam asked.
'We lost connection. The weather must be getting bad again at camp. He had something important to tell me.'
'What then?' Jack asked.
'He didn't say. But we really need to get back to the camp.'
'Any word on James?' Sam asked.
'I assume he left, last time we spoke, but who knows how long it'll take for him to get here.'
'You really are neck-deep in trouble, aren't you?' Penny said.
'It's a big mess, that's for sure,' MacGyver said and looked up at the sky. It was getting late in the afternoon. 'We'll lose light in a few hours and I doubt James will be here before that. Penny, can we spend the night at your place if necessary?'
'Sure, that's no problem. You can freshen up and I'll make my Indian curry dish for dinner. If I don't put the stove on fire again.'
'Just kidding.'
'Come on, let's go back.'
On their way back to the hut Sam noticed this signpost with two arrows pointing in each direction. One said: "Taj Mahal this way." The other one said: "Temple of Doom that way."
'Hey, dad, look.'
MacGyver turned around.
'Want to go see Temple of Doom?'
'Nah, I've already seen it.'
'That temple is real?' Jack asked.
'Jack, I've seen Lara Croft and a mummy chasing someone who looked like Indiana Jones. Why wouldn't the Temple of Doom be real?'
'Good question.'
MacGyver rolled his eyes which made Penny smile.
'Come on, let's go,' he said.
'Too bad, we're so far away from the Taj Mahal. I really wanted to get a snapshot of that,' Sam said.
'The Taj Mahal is way in the West from where we are,' Penny said.
'Maybe next time.' (Music comes up here)
MacGyver, Sam, Jack and Penny returned to the little hut where the three guys stayed for the night. The next day, they said goodbye to Penny and went to the international airport outside of Varanasi where James was indeed waiting for them to fly them back to the camp.
(The music reaches it's peak and we fade out here)
Sometimes you just have to die a little inside to be reborn and rise again as a stronger and wiser version of you.

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