MacGyver moaned weakly. His quick mind urged him to move, but his stiffened limbs would not comply. His body wanted to cough, but only a wispy gurgle escaped. The cold, damp cement beneath him seeped sewer water, making his thin white undershirt cling to his body. A sudden gust of wind whipped down the dark, dead-end alley. MacGyver had been shivering uncontrollably up until a few moments ago. Now the icy wind caused only the trash to rustle, and he noticed his shivering's absence with growing fear. His eyes would not move or blink, though they stang mightily. His gaze was permently affixed to the crescent moon peaking over the tall rooftop. The ambient light of the city blocked the stars- all but one. MacGyver's brown eyes moistened momentarily. And then he stopped breathing. 

They stepped out of the shadows. The two men, one with a face of stone, the other with a grin, looked at her expectantly.

"Well," she said huskily, "it's done. I killed him."

"Whooee, Sis. I didn't know ya had it in ya! I'm sure glad ya killed him, though. For a sec there, I though ya was soft on him."

"Indeed," the Stone Faced Man injected, "I, too, am pleased. And so is our employer. Mr. MacGyver is... was too inquisitive for his own good. And for ours. He will not be missed."

"Now, you sure this'll look like an accident? Whatever that poison was won't show up with its finger pointed strait towards us, right?"

"I'm sure." she responded, eyes never leaving his body.

The Stone Faced Man nodded gravely and turned to leave.

"Sis, you sure you're..." her brother started to ask.

"Just go. I'll meet you later."

"Okay... He was just a target, remember?"

"Go." her voice broke as she refused to look up. He left, and then she was alone in the alley with only MacGyver's body for company.


***


MacGyver's jeep skittered over the gravel path as he drove manically towards the cliff's edge. He had been keeping an eye on the old abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. Recent intelligence reports hinted at weapons being stored there. He hadn't noticed any unusual movements, just a bum or two, but then a flash of color caught his eye. On the twisted gravel path that traced the cliff side, carved out by the raging sea, a red convertible sped along at seriously unsafe speed. It wasn't a moment later that the car spun out of control and teetered on the cliff's edge. MacGyver leap to his feet, hopped in the car, and gunned the jeep. He only hoped he could get there in time. 

The jeep skidded to a stop as MacGyver shoved it in park and ran towards the convertible.

"Help! Someone help!" A woman's voice screamed.

"I'm here, ma'am! Just hold still!" MacGyver shouted as he crept alongside the teetering vehicle. The front end was off the edge, only the back tires kept the car from plunging over the side.

"Please, help me!" the woman cried again. The car shrieked as it slid another few inches. 

"Hold still! I'm coming to get you!" MacGyver shouted. Glancing around quickly, he grabbed the tow line of his jeep and tied it to the bumper of the convertible. He jumped in the jeep, threw it in reverse, and gunned the engine. The car slid forward more. The woman screamed in fright. MacGyver shook his head. It should have worked. He grabbed the rope, always handy in emergencies, and tied it around his waist.

"Ma'am! I'm going to throw a rope to you. Tie it around your waist and I'll pull you up!"

"Oookay!" she shouted shakily. He threw down the rope. "Got it!" she shouted.

"Good, now..." his voice was cut off by the car's sudden shriek of metal against stone. "No!" he screamed as the car plummeted to the sea. It fell in seemingly slow motion. Then, with a jerk, MacGyver slid towards the edge. Inches from the side, he dug in his heels and grabbed the rope around his waist. He slid a few inches further, close enough to the edge to see the car smash against the rocks. He could also see a frizzy mop of dirty blonde hair dangling from the rope.

"Ma'am, ma'am? Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright to you?! How about pulling me up sometime today?" she screamed, clinging to the rope. MacGyver shook his head with a small smile of relief and started to pull.