You had recently been employed at the Phoenix Foundation, as a replacement for someone who had passed. You didn’t know the full story but from what you could tell, she had been murdered by a longtime enemy of the team. Though you were close with the others, they were cautious to let you get too involved with the hitman in fear you’d be next.

It was a cloudy day, the threat of a rainstorm apparent. Jack had left his phone at Macgyver’s house, so you offered to go get it for him during your lunch break. Shutting the door behind you, you dumped your coat, keys and phone onto the side. The house was silent, as it should be …but there was something eerie about the stillness. You pushed it out of your mind and continued into the house, glancing around for the phone. Finally, you spotted it on the kitchen counter and grabbed it with a sigh of relief, eager to get back to the others. You were about to slip the phone into your pocket when you heard a strange sound from behind you. Whistling. At first it was a low, melodic sound, almost like a lullaby. But instead of making you feel relaxed, it chilled you to your very core. And then, the sound of slow footsteps came from behind you.

“Mac?” You croaked out, hoping that it was just Macgyver returning home. But then the whistling stopped, replaced with a quiet chuckle. “Oh no, I’m not Macgyver. But the important thing is… neither are you.” The unfamiliar voice was followed by the click of a gun. You felt your heart drop to you stomach, and slowly turned around to face the intruder. You were met with the sight of a man clad in black. A long coat with matching leather gloves, and a gun pointed at your head. Then, the man smiled. A twisted smirk of amusement.

“Well this is interesting.” His voice was light and playful, despite his threatening demeanour. “You’re not the one I was expecting, and I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting.” He adjusted his grip on the gun and cocked his head to one side.

“You’re welcome by the way, for the job opening~”