#i will finish the cairo day fics darnit

[authorangelita]

WIP Wednesday 5/24

This is from an upcoming Cairo Day fic. As previously noted, I'm writing all of these from someone's POV that's not Mac or Jack. This POV is from an original character, an exfil specialist named Vivian.

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Vivian sat on the edge of the helicopter cabin and scanned their surroundings.  Agents MacGyver and Dalton were late.  She and her partner Alex, pilot extraordinaire, had been their exfil a few times before.  Those had been uneventful trips - pick them up, flirt with Dalton a little, drop them off at their jet.  

MacGyver was nice but quiet.  He usually rested on their flights, but he didn't sleep.  His whole body was tense, betraying the weight of whatever mission they'd completed.  Viv didn't get the details, nor did she want them. 

He was also quite handsome.  In another life, he could have been a model or a movie star.  Everyone talked about it.  Many of the exfil teams were headquartered in LA with the rest of Phoenix, so they got to hear all the latest gossip when they were off rotation.  

Dalton was the charmer and the talker.  He joked and teased, which Viv was sure was more for MacGyver's benefit than theirs, because the younger man often cracked a smile or affectionately told Dalton to shut up.  

"Got 'em!" Viv exclaimed when she saw Dalton stumble out of the forest into the clearing where the chopper was waiting.  MacGyver was slung over Jack's back in a fireman's carry, and he wasn't moving.  "Coming in hot!"

"Don't you dare get out of this bird!" Alex shouted from the pilot's seat even though Vivian could hear her just fine through their helmet comms.  "Viv!"

Dalton's shirt was stained with sweat and bright red blood.  His pants were torn, and his face was bruised.  Whatever had happened to them had been bad.