Ohana Means Family, Family Means Pack
Author: Dreamwind
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams
Other Pairings: Steve McGarrett/Catherine Rollins, Meka Hanamoa/Amy Hanamoa, Duke Lukela/Yoriko Lukela, Chin Ho Kelly/Malia Waincroft
Characters: Danny "Danno" Williams, Grace Williams, Meka Hanamoa, Amy Hanamoa, Billy Hanamoa, Duke Lukela, Chin Ho Kelly, John McGarrett, Kono Kalakaua, Steve McGarrett, Mary Ann McGarrett, Malia Waincroft, Sang Min, Detective Kaleo, Pat Jameson, Wo Fat, Victor Hesse, Kamekona
Warning: Canon Typical Violence
Genres: Alternate Universe, Pre-Canon, Canon Divergence, Season 1, Shapeshifters, Animal Transformation, Pack Dynamics, Friends with Benefits, Friends To Lovers, First Time, Established Relationship, Case Fic
Chapter 1
2010; Mako's Bar & Grill, Oahu
Danny leaned back in his chair and savored the bitter taste of his beer as it slid over his tongue. It had been a long few days. Hell, it had actually been a long few weeks. Being a haole at HPD was not something he enjoyed. Admittedly, he would rather they treat him honestly and openly hate him, than betray their own feelings and worship him because of what he was. Danny didn't feel like the people of Hawaii should treat him any differently than any other mainlander just because he was a shifter and they were rare, and revered in Hawaii.
When he had arrived and seen how the few shifters on the force were treated like Gods that could do no wrong, he had been very glad that all his paperwork from New Jersey still had him listed as human. Thank God, for the slow speed of bureaucratic red tape in updating personnel files. If someone who turned into a goose, a dolphin, a monk seal, a turtle, or a shark, got such treatment, he worried what something a little more foreign might get. He didn't like cops getting special treatment like that because it led to them thinking they were better than, or above the law. And no one was above the law, especially cops.
So Danny had kept his mouth shut when the officer from the departmental records office had asked if any of the information in his records needed to be updated. One day he might be exposed as a shifter, but for the time being at least, he knew his co-workers treatment of him would be honest, and for most of the HPD that meant Danny was person non-grata. Any request he put in would take twice as long, or be shoved to the bottom of the pile. He wouldn't be invited to departmental get-togethers and people wouldn't speak to him unless he addressed them first. Except, of course, for Officer Lukela and Danny's partner, Meka. Those two seemed to be the only ones in the HPD that he had met so far willing to treat him with respect and open kindness. Something Danny would never be able to express his proper gratitude for. Being so far away from his home and family was hard enough, but adding the cold treatment he got from his fellows cops, made being in Hawaii all the worse. So Meka and Duke being able to look past all his complaints about the sun, sand, and pineapple gave Danny a little nugget of hope that things could get better. So when the two of them invited him out for a guys night out after work, he had said "Yes."
Which brought them here. A few beers, some good bar food, and several sports games playing on the various TVs in the bar, followed up by lively conversation. Danny hadn't had as good a time as this in months. Since Rachel's lawyer had called to inform him that she was moving, with Grace, to Hawaii and if he wanted to keep his time with Grace then his lawyer should contact hers so a new arrangement could be come to about Grace flying back to New Jersey when school was out. Needless to say Danny hadn't taken that well, and the ensuing court battle had burnt a lot of bridges between Rachel and him that the divorce hadn't. Which meant he hadn't been able to enjoy his last few weeks in New Jersey before he was forced to leave his family, life, and pack behind to come to a place so drastically different from the hustle and bustle of New Jersey. But, his catching therianthropy prior to Rachel getting pregnant meant that Grace had the same condition, which meant Rachel couldn't get sole custody of their daughter, and it meant that she couldn't move that far away unless Danny moved too.
In their case, the pack bond, and the fact that a young carnivorous therianthrope could be dangerous without proper training, worked in Danny's favor. If Rachel wanted to move, the judge had ordered her to pay for Danny to follow as a form of child support, because Danny was going to have the primary home for Grace so he could be there in case she lost control. Rachel had not been happy. Not at all. But Rachel had done it.
Danny thought mostly to spite him, knowing how hard it would be on him to be away from his family and the pack made up of Firemen and Policemen that Danny had been a part of, even if he hadn't been a wolf. And she was right. Being here without that support was hard. But little by little, Meka and Duke we're introducing him to places that reminded him of home, or that were welcoming to mainlanders. Places and people who were willing to be friendly. Things that made the move easier on him, especially during the weekends when Grace was off with her mother. So he didn't hesitate to go out to diner with them when they asked about a guys night out.
Danny smiled around the mouth of his beer bottle. Meka laughed loudly as Duke finished telling them about his most recent traffic stop. There was a friendly, contented lull in their conversation as the three men took a chance to bite into their food, or take a long pull on their beer.
Danny's ears twitched, picking up a familiar voice among the crowd of patrons.
"-don't know who it is, but someone is selling out good cops."
"Who though," asked a second voice, one Danny didn't recognize.
"I don't know." The noise of the crowd rose to a fever pitch as the favored football team scored a touchdown on one of the TVs, drowning out what the two were saying. "-my wife, Chin. I have to know."
Danny cocked his head to the side, his ears growing slightly larger as they moved up the side of his head. Duke and Meka froze, obviously startled by the sight, but Danny didn't notice, too focused on trying to hear more. It sounded like John McGarrett and this Chin person were talking about dirty cops. Danny's gaze narrowed, his eyes flashing gold briefly and he felt his canine teeth, lengthen. Danny hated dirty cops, he had his fill of them back in New Jersey.
"Danny," Meka interrupted.
Danny blinked as he lost concentration and the voices were lost amid the crowd. "What," he snapped.
"What's going on, partner?"
Danny blushed as he felt his ears shift back into their normal human shape. "I heard Detective McGarrett talking to someone else about dirty cops."
"What," the other two cops hissed in a low whisper. The three of them glanced about the room, relaxing as they realized no one was paying them, or Detective McGarrett, any attention.
"I couldn't make out very much, but I could make out that they knew there was at least one and that it might have something to do with McGarrett's wife." Danny shook his head. "I couldn't make out anything beyond that because of the crowd."
Meka hummed and leaned back in his chair, looking over the other two very seriously. Finally he sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "That doesn't surprise me. I've had my own suspicions as well. There have been just too many cases that fell apart at the last minute because undercover cops were recognized, or the perps knew a raid was coming before we were even a mile away."
Danny cursed.
Duke scowled, thinking about some of the other patrol officers like himself who had died in some of those raids. "What do we do," asked Duke. "We can't ignore this."
"We don't," snarled Danny. "You don't ignore the possibility of dirty cops."
"Agreed," Meka replied, squeezing Danny's shoulder. "I don't think we should go to IA though." Duke's head shot up, ready to disagree. "Don't get me wrong, Duke. They are the right way to go. But we don't know who might be involved. Detective McGarrett's wife died over a decade ago. If there was a cop who helped the Triads, Samoans, or one of the other gangs to kill her, still about in HPD…then, shit, the person is likely in a position that would allow them to cover-up information about the murder of a cops wife."
Danny grimaced. "Which means we've got to tread carefully."
"Exactly." Meka nodded. "I think we should dig around a bit and then bring what we find to Detective McGarrett."
The three of them nodded in agreement and quietly went about planning how to handle the situation. Meka and Duke shared stories and information about McGarrett, calming Danny's suspicions about the man quickly. Both men also seemed a bit confused on how to treat the mysterious Chin, who they said was likely Chin Ho Kelly. A former cop who had quit the HPD after they accused him of taking money from the Forfeiture Locker. Despite there being no proof most everyone in HPD had come to the agreement the man had done it. But the fact that John McGarrett, perhaps the most honest cop on the force, still trusted him said a lot to the native Hawaiians. So Danny agreed to give him a chance as well. He understood what it was like to have someone place the blame of being a dirty cop on you. He had gone through a lot of that with IA during their investigation of his former partner, so he was more willing than most to give the man a chance to prove he was on the up-and-up.
= = = H50 = = =
Three Weeks Later; Danny's House
Danny wagged his multi-colored tail and hid his face under his paws, barking a gentle countdown as Grace, Billy, Kailani, and Hiro laughed and ran through the yard. The kids were having a field day playing hide-and-seek with Danny. And Danny was man enough to admit he enjoyed it a lot as well. He was glad Grace was able to make friends with Meka's little boy, Billy, and Duke's two children, Kailani and Hiro. It was good to see her laughing and playing again after the stress of the divorce, remarriage, and the move.
As he got down to one, he let out a long howl, and then rose up onto all fours, lifting his black furred muzzle into the air, taking in a deep breath. He could pick up the scents of the plumeria flowers that were growing all over the back yard, the mouth-watering scent of the steaks Duke was grilling on the lanai, and all the other foreign scents of a Hawaii family gathering. Hidden just under it all, he could pick up Grace's unique scent, and the scents of the three of children. His oversized, oval shaped ears twitched on his head as he heard on of the children giggle from underneath one of the large flowering bushes.
His tail wagged eagerly behind him as he put his face back towards the ground, pretending to pick up on one of the kids scent trails, weaving through the backyard close to them, but never right to them. He wandered closer to the lanai, giving a wide doggy grin to Amy Hanamoa, his tongue dangling from his mouth. She grinned back at him, and ran her fingers through the black and caramel colored fur on the top of his head. Danny grinned at her and rubbed his head against her thigh before bounding back into the yard and startling Hiro out of his hiding place behind the papaya tree. The little boy let out a whooping laugh, his thick black hair dancing in the wind as he ran back to the lanai steps with Danny right behind him. Meka scooped the little boy up, spinning him around and out of Danny's reach before depositing him onto the lanai.
Danny yipped loudly and ran back into the yard chasing down the other three.
The other adults laughed and continued chatting with each other while they watched their friend essentially hunting their children. They had all been a little surprised that the straight-laced haole they had come to think of as ohana, was a shifter. He just didn't remind any of them of a shifter, not that there were many in Hawaii anymore, seeing as most had been killed off by the haoles who had come to Hawaii to hunt seals and whales. None of them knew of any Hawaiian shifters who tended to be as anti-nature as Danny. Heck, most Hawaiian shifter you had to drag kicking and screaming indoors, and often they had as little clothing on as they could get away with in public. Danny seemed to hate sand, sea, and the jungle. Loudly complaining about sand getting everywhere, of the biting bugs, and humidity. He complained about what saltwater did to his hair, of the stinging jellyfish and sharks hidden in it's depths. And then there was his clothing. Danny dressed like he was ready to go to court at the drop of a hat, all button-ups, slacks, oxfords, and ties. And half his suits didn't even seem to be made from fabrics appropriate to a tropical climate.
At first Meka assumed it was all an act of rebellion, but then he realized it was just that Danny wanted something familiar to remind him of home, and that he didn't have the money to change his entire wardrobe as well as Grace's. Grace was Danny's main priority, and so he had replaced her clothes as soon as they had found a small house to call home. The house was the only sign Danny wasn't as tight laced as his appearance made you think. It was miles outside of town, on a bluff that gave it a decent few of the city on one side, and the ocean on the other. Behind it was lush jungle with a few other homes scattered down the roadway. The house itself was a cute little 3 bedroom, 2 bath with a large wrap-around lanai. It had been painted a crisp white with tropical blue trim, and the underside of the lanai roof was simply a rich stained wood. The door had been painted the same as the trim, which only made the amber colored stained glass rectangle at the top of the door stand out all the more. It had large windows in almost every room with Bahama shutters on the outside, once again in the tropical blue of the trim. The flooring inside had been sanded and restrained by Danny and Meka only the week before, so that they were now a lovely pale gold color. The ceilings inside were also expose stained wood, which they had not had to do fortunately enough.
They still had some thing at the house that needed working on and fixing up, but the roof no longer leaked, the air conditioning was working again, and all the walls except the family room at the back had been painted. The kitchen needed an update and the family room needed to have the drywall replaced on one side. But otherwise the house was livable and rather charming, even if it had a few quirks. In fact, it reminded Meka a bit of his partner in that respects.
Meka smiled as Danny swerved to avoid the small garden Grace had started only this past week, and nearly crashed into his daughter, who tumbled to the ground laughing. She wiggled about under her father, pushing at his face as he covered her in doggy kisses.
"Daddy," she laughingly cried out.
"Come on, all of you," Amy called form the lanai. "Dinners ready!"
Danny stood up, allowing Grace to run up to the lanai with the other children, who were already clamoring for the hamburgers that Duke had been grilling for them alongside the steaks. Danny shook himself off, bits of grass and leaves floating away. Giving his body a quick look over, Danny bounded up the steps and weaved his way past his guests and into his house where he had left his clothes. It only took about a minute to shift back to human form, and then another two to get back into his shorts and tee-shirt. By the time he walked back out to the lanai, Amy and Yoriko had already dished him up a plate. A rare steak, some spicy kimchee, freshly sliced pineapple, a sweet roll with a dab of honey butter, and two rice balls with picked plumbs in the middle. It was an eclectic meal, but everything looked very delicious.
He thanked the two women, and Duke, for the meal, and took his place seated between Meka and Grace. They all dug in, savoring the meal, and each others company. Several hours passed in a similar manner, the children altering between playing in the yard, and running back to the kitchen for snacks, while the adults sat in the family room sharing stories. Danny was glad for a night in with his friends, his new ohana, but he was worried about bringing Amy and Yoriko in on their investigation. All three men were worried, but Yoriko's job at the bank would help speed things along, and Meka wasn't comfortable leaving Amy the only one out of the loop.
So while the children were busy playing Yoriko updated them on what she found at the bank.
"Do we know who the owner of the bank account is," Meka asked.
York shook her head. "No. The bank refused to tell me and with the way the laws for banking are in Singapore, one of us would have to go directly to the bank to get the information. Either we need to get a warrant from a local judge, or one of us will need to pretend to be the account holder."
"Shit," Danny cursed. "That leaves me out. I'm too new to the department. If I leave, someone is going to notice and complain about it, which could lead to them looking into where I am going."
The others nodded.
"Plus," Duke pointed out. "If you leave what will you do about Grace?"
Danny sighed. "I could leave her with Rachel, but she'd likely use it as leverage in court to have our custody agreement changed."
"Then we cross you out right now, Danny," Amy said in a stern, no-nonsense voice.
"Perhaps," Duke commented. "This is a sign that it's time we approached John McGarrett and Chin Ho Kelly with what we've got."
Danny grimaced, only because he knew this meant he was going to have to show the two men that he was a shifter. Something he had been managing to keep the rest of the HPD from learning. But Meka and Duke both believed that Detective McGarrett could be trusted, and as such, so could former Sargent Kelly. At the worst them knowing might mean that others learned and were prepared for his alter.
"Yeah. Yeah, let's talk to McGarrett and Kelly," Danny said. "Duke, you know them best. Why don't you give them a call and ask them to come over."
"Now," he asked.
"Better now when all of us are here already."
"Alright." Duke stood up, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. He gave the others a nod and moved towards the front of the house and the formal sitting room. Stopping near the window, Duke quickly dialed in John's home phone number.
"McGarrett," came the voice over the phone.
"Hello John. This is Duke."
"Duke. Is something wrong?"
"No. I just need to speak with you and Chin about something I've found. Are you free today?"
John was silent on the other end for a moment. Obviously curious, but worried about what Duke may have found that would involve Chin and him. Duke understood the man's paranoia flag was up now and even though he knew and trusted Duke, that didn't mean he would just stroll on over.
"It's important, John. It's not something that should be talked about over a phone like this."
"Why are you calling me about it, Duke?"
"Because you are the most honest man I know. I don't know who else we can bring this information to."
"Who is 'we,' Duke?"
Duke glanced back down the length of the room to the back of the house where the others were waiting. "Please, John. They are trustworthy. I stake my life on it!" Duke took a long breath. "Please help us."
There was another long silence on the other end of the phone, and for a moment Duke thought for sure that John's paranoia would stop him from helping them. But finally, finally, then man sighed and spoke up.
"Alright. Where do I need to go?"
Pleased, Duke rattled off Danny's address and promised he would be waiting out in front of the house. Hanging up the phone he went back to the others, telling them that John and Chin were on their way over, but they were not fully trusting of the situation. That seemed to relax Danny, rather than upset the spitfire Jersey native. Duke had expected one of Danny's long winded rants that were quickly becoming a department legend all of their own. When he voiced his shock, Danny just chuckled and said that if McGarrett had simply trusted them blindly then they would have to worry that he was the corrupt cop, and that the whole thing with Danny overhearing him in the bar had been a setup.
While they waited for their guests to turn up, the children came back inside from the yard. They had crowns of flowers on their heads and smears of dirt across their hands, arms, and faces. Amy and Yoriko each let out a gusty, long suffering sigh that only mothers could do, while the men simply chuckled at the appearance of their kids. Duke smiled at the site, ruffled his sons hair, and walked back to the front of the house so that he could wait for John and Chin to arrive. The door clicked shut behind Duke while Danny pulled Grace to him, rubbing the dirt off her face with a napkin that was still relatively clean, before leaning down to place a kiss on the top of her head.
"Look at you four," Danny chuckled. "You look like homeless elves!"
"Danno," Grace whined as he playfully tugged on the end of one of her pigtails, which had congealed into a spike from all the dried mud in it.
"What," he teasingly asked.
Before Grace could complain about him messing about with her hair, the front door opened up and Duke walked in leading two men. one of whom Danny only vaguely recognized from seeing him around the HPD.
John McGarrett looked like a cop. That was the only way of describing him. He carried himself with determination and purpose, his strides even and controlled. His face was stern, but with a warmth in his eyes that made you trust him. His hair was neatly trimmed and style, but not to the point that a businessman like Stan would have. There was no product in his hair to slick in back, and the gray woven through the brown did not look to have ever been dyed. He wore his age like a badge of honor, and Danny could respect that.
"Why don't you kids go upstairs and clean all the mud off," Danny told Grace with a warm smile. "We've got to talk to Detective McGarrett and Sargent Kelly for a bit. Okay?"
"Alright, Danno," Grace replied with a smile, reaching out to take Billy's hand. Billy smiled at his parents and Danny, before skipping along behind Grace.
Yoriko waved her own kids to follow, calling out for them not to run in the house as they dashed off towards the stairs. She sigh when they didn't listen and pushed herself out of her chair. "Let me get some coffee. John, why don't you and Chin take a seat."
The two men looked away from the children, John's eyes filled with a sad longing. The look reminded Danny that Duke had said John's son had left for the mainland at 16 and had only been back twice since. Danny couldn't imagine how lonely he would be if Grace had left and only bothered to visit him twice over such a long time. It was no wonder the man's life had come to revolve around his job as much as it had in the last few years.
"It's nice to meet you both," Danny stood up and offered his hand. "I'm Detective Danny Williams, formerly of New Jersey. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances."
They two men shook his hand, looking him over like he was a possible murder suspect.
"As we don't know what the circumstances are, Detective, I think I'll hold my opinion for now," comment Chin.
Danny smiled. "I understand." He waved towards the family room seating.
The two men walked past him into the room, greeting the Meka and the ladies. Chin took the armchair next to where Yoriko and Duke were seated, and Detective McGarrett took the last the second armchair between Chin and Danny. There was a brief moment of silence as everyone sat back down, broken only by Meka pulling some papers out of his son's backpack, setting them on the coffee table between everyone, while Yoriko turned on her laptop and started opening the files she had managed to secure and save to the cloud.
"What's this all about," asked John.
"Danny, Meka, and I overheard you and Chin a couple weeks back at Mako's. Well, actually, Danny overheard you."
John's gaze snapped between Duke and Danny. "That was a pretty crowded bar, Detective."
"It was." Danny met his gaze. "If I wasn't what I was, I'd never have heard anything."
"Oh," inquired John.
Danny stood up, pulling his tee-shirt off over his head and handing it off to Meka. Chin looked him over curious, while John simply arched an eyebrow at him, like he was Mr. Spock and Danny was Captain Kirk doing something foolish. Danny ignored the looks, and quickly tugged off his shorts, leaving himself naked before them all. the ladies blushed but didn't look away. John looked him over with a calculating eye as if he had already figured out where this was going, which wouldn't be too much of a surprise since his gaze was lingering on the scare on Danny's left shoulder. It was a bite mark, a big one, one not made by human teeth.
Danny closed his eyes and exhaled, ignoring the way his skin tingled like it did when your leg fell asleep. Though this was worse as it covered your whole body. Fortunately it didn't last long as the shift between human and canine was actually pretty fast. For which Danny was grateful as the first time hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. The first time you could feel your bones snapping, your muscles tearing apart, and organs moving about. Now the worst he felt was the pin-and-needles at the beginning. The rest of the shift just went too fast for his brain to process the pain signals.
"Jesus," cursed Chin, automatically leaning away from the large predator now standing next to his friend.
John leaned forward, no fear apparent to Danny either in his body language, expression, or scent. "Impressive. May I," he asked, stretching a hand towards Danny.
Danny nodded and stepped forward so that the man fingers brushed the fur between his ears.
John moved his hand slowly, fingers digging into the tricolored fur, scratching Danny just behind the ears, making his tail wag unconsciously. John was more than a little surprised to find the mainlander who was currently a hot topic in the HPD, was in fact a shifter. The man didn't act or dress like any of the shifters who were native to the island. Hell, he didn't really act like the ones who weren't native, either. He was too button-downed. Which made John think the man might be a turned shifter, not a natural born shifter. Which was rare, but seemed all the more likely based on the scares the man bore on his shoulder, and the fact that he was a white man who turned into an African Wild Dog. John had never seen one of the animals, or their shifter counter part, in real life. Only photos and documentary specials that his son used to be obsessed with. But the black, white, and caramel colored coat was too recognizable to be anything else.
"Impressive," he commented.
It was honest. He had expected the animal would look more wolf-like being a candid as well, but like the photographs he vaguely remembered, the wild dog was different. It's fur was shorter on the body, fluffy on the tail, and almost mane-like on the neck. Not to mention all the other differences, such as the large oval-snapped bat-like ears, the almost cheetah-like body, and the muzzle was wider and stronger looking than a wolves narrow muzzle. Danny made a beautiful animal. John couldn't help but admire the the pattern of his coat, the white going over his shoulder and front legs, the black spot dotting the white, the caramel and black patch over the elbow, almost like a garter, the smaller patch of white on the abdomen, back legs, and feet, the caramel dots amid the black of his ribs and spin, more caramel on his rump, and the white flag of his tail tip.
"Very impressive, Detective." John slowly drew his hand back, and leaned back in his seat. "You've done an amazing job keeping the HPD from finding out about your alter."
Danny sat back on his heels, tongue lulling out the side of his mouth in a wide canine grin.
Meka rolled his eyes and whistled. Danny turned to look at him, and Meka pushed Danny's clothes into his open mouth. "Go get dressed so we can talk the out like adults."
Danny wagged his tail once and trotted off into the other room. It only took a matter of minutes for them to sit quietly waiting for Danny to come back in human form, clothed again. He dropped back down into his empty seat beside Meka, resting his arm on the back of the couch.
"So why are we here," asked Chin.
Danny, Meka, and Duke looked at each other silently conversing over who would be the one to explain. In the end, Duke rolled his eyes and accepted that the other two figured John would take the information better from him.
"We've got proof that there is at least one dirty cop in HPD. Possibly more considering that no one, not even IA, has noticed the spike in blown cases lately. Raids getting blown, leads drying up, busts coming up empty…"
John's hands clenched on the armrests of his chair, his lips a thin, grim line on his face. "And you know we were looking corruption in the department."
"Yes." Duke handed over the paperwork they had accumulated. "This is information on all the cases we suspect to have been tampered with, along with a list of suspects. We've also got bank records linking someone in HPD to the Ochoa Cartel, a human trafficker named Sang Min, a gun runner named Duran, and several suspected drug dealers."
Chin cursed and leaned over to look at the papers that Duke had handed to John.
"This is big," the former cop commented. "Something this big couldn't be handled all by one man."
"That's what we've been thinking as well," Danny replied. "We suspect that there has to be at least one other in either IA, or a position of power. A unit chief, or even someone in the mayors office. But we haven't found them yet."
John stared down at the papers for a long time, contemplating the information they had dug up. He hadn't even suspected there might be one or more corrupt cops in HPD that weren't working with Governor Jameson, Noshimura, and Wo Fat. This whole circle of corruption was apparently bigger than he had anticipated. Chin and he weren't going to be able to handle this on their own.
"This is big." John set the papers down on the table, looking each of them in the eye. "This might or might not be tied into the the corruption are were looking at. We had been looking higher up the food chain."
Danny's eyes went wide. "You don't mean a unit chief do you? Damn."
"We have reason to believe that Governor Jameson is working with the Yakuza and a third party simply known as Wo Fat."
"So," Meka wondered out loud. "What's our next step?"