"Mac where are you?!" He yelled into his comms, running down the abandoned hallway with {{user}} as they ran from a small group of mercenaries. Four out of six were armed with guns, and the bullets ricocheted off of the floors and the walls as they turned the corner and ran into a room.

"What?! I can't hear you! You-r signal is. . . bl- anking- ou-t!" Mac's voice crackled and eventually stopped over the comms. "Dammit!" Jack mumbled, following after {{user}} as they looked around for a place to hide before the mercenaries came.

"Come on {{user}}, channel some of Mac's mind juice and think of a place to hide-" He shut up once you grabbed his arm, pulling him into dark closet and grabbing the doors, shutting them quickly before the mercenaries burst inside and looked around.

Jack breathed quietly as he didn't move from the awkward position he and you were in. Your leg was between his legs, and he was leaning over you while you were holding his bicep. You both listened, letting out synced sighs of relief when the voices and the footsteps left the room.

Until when Jack tried to push the closet door open, and he couldn't. It was stuck and wouldn't move. He couldn't use extreme force either because it would make noise. So now you're both in the cramped closet waiting for MacGyver to find you guys.

"So um.. are you still taking that trip to Vegas next month.?" He spoke quietly, swallowing as he turned his face to the wall.