“Don’t,” Mac said. “That’s a hundred-hour turn wheel. You’ll get three turns before I reach you.”
“You’re making a thing.” Jack grinned, tossing him the lighter. “Love it when you make a thing.”
“Last chance.”
Mac didn’t run. He picked up a discarded magnesium fire starter from the floor, shaved it into a pile of glittering dust, and poured it into the open end of a copper pipe. He aimed it at the ventilation shaft above Kessler.
Outside, the Zurich morning was quiet. No one knew they’d been 28 minutes from disaster. Mac liked it that way. MacGyver -2016- - Season 1
“That’s why you keep me around.”
The Phoenix Foundation’s safe house in Zurich smelled of old wood and strong coffee. Jack Dalton, nursing a third cup, glared at the surveillance feed. “I’m telling you, Mac, this guy Kessler isn’t a scientist. He’s a mushroom farmer with a grudge.” “Don’t,” Mac said
Mac struck the magnesium. A blinding flare erupted—not an explosion, but a 4,000-degree Celsius flash of white light. Kessler screamed, dropping the wheel, clutching his eyes. Temporary blindness.