Angus Macgyver 소설 & 이야기

I yelled at them. “What the fuck?” Mac sighed. “You hired us to help you, Harlow. I’m not sure what that means.” Murphey yelled back. They both continued their trek toward us. Mac knelt next to Malachi and started to assess his wounds. He pulled out his medical kit. Mac’s background was always a mystery; he was always the stoic man in the corner. When it came to it, he would whip out another talent that no one knew about. Mac started to stitch up the wounds. “Sorry man, I don’t have any anesthetic.” He continued to pull the surgical thread through his skin, closing the gashes. His fingers worked expertly. When one was done he moved onto the next.

Before he could move, Angus spoke, his voice steady and sharp. “Eight months ago, I was in a car accident,” Angus said, his eyes sweeping over the crowd. “My right leg was permanently injured.” He paused briefly. “At the time, the surveillance footage from that road went missing,” Angus continued. “The driver was never found.” His tone stayed calm, almost detached. A chill ran down Richard’s spine. When he saw the faint curve of Angus’s lips, his blood turned cold. Without thinking, Richard rushed toward the stage, panic breaking through.

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”