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The drive to the site was silent, the tension between father and son vibrating louder than the engine. When they arrived at the outskirts of the compound, things went south instantly. An ambush left their vehicle disabled and James pinned under a fallen support beam in an old warehouse.

Mac sat on the rusted porch in Nigeria, the humid air thick with the scent of rain and earth. For three months, he had traded high-stakes espionage for the rhythmic work of a mechanic, fixing irrigation pumps and old tractors. He didn’t miss the explosions or the secrets. Most of all, he didn’t miss the shadow of the man who had lied to him for decades. [S3E1] Improvise

"You’re a hard man to find, Angus," James said, his voice as dry as the dust on his shoes. The drive to the site was silent, the

"They're already on the ground, but they're pinned down. If you don't come, they don't make it out." Mac sat on the rusted porch in Nigeria,

James didn't waste time with pleasantries. He handed Mac a tablet showing a secure facility in the desert. "A group known as the 'Company' has stolen a high-yield explosive. They’re planning to use it on a civilian target in Lagos. I’m going in, but I need the best technician I know."

"Angus, get out of here," James grunted, struggling against the weight of the beam. "That's an order."

With James free, they scrambled toward the back exit. Mac rigged a pressurized steam pipe to blow, creating a curtain of scalding fog that masked their escape.