[s3e1] Improvise Online

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."

"Angus, get out of here," James grunted, struggling against the weight of the beam. "That's an order."

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

As the mercenaries breached the door, Mac threw a makeshift flash-bang created from magnesium shavings and a camera battery. The blinding light bought him seconds. He used a length of copper wire and a car battery to create a rudimentary arc welder, slicing through the metal bolt holding the beam over his father.

Mac looked his father in the eye. "The protocol was broken the moment you lied to me. I didn't save you because of the Foundation. I did it because you're the only father I've got, even if I don't like you very much right now." Mac didn't move

With James free, they scrambled toward the back exit. Mac rigged a pressurized steam pipe to blow, creating a curtain of scalding fog that masked their escape.

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. "That's an order

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.