[s3e1] Improvise -

Armed mercenaries were closing in. Mac looked around the derelict space. No weapons. No backup. Just a pile of discarded chemical drums, some copper wiring, and a handful of cleaning supplies.

"They're already on the ground, but they're pinned down. If you don't come, they don't make it out." [S3E1] Improvise

"I wasn't hiding," Mac replied, not looking up from the wrench in his hand. "I was just gone." Armed mercenaries were closing in

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. No backup

Mac scoffed, but the mention of a civilian target pulled at the instinct he couldn't quite suppress. "You have a whole team, James. Call Jack. Call Riley."