Taking a sip of his drink, Danny Williams casually glanced around the bar. The man he was looking for had not yet arrived and Danny felt a little uneasy. The weight of the small .22 he had tucked under his shirt gave him a small sense of security. He had also driven his LTD to the meet, giving himself access to back-up if things went sour. He knew Steve was not going to be happy about not being informed of what was going down but there just hadn't been enough time.

Sammy had insisted that Danny met him here, alone, and insisted that time was of the essence. Sammy had sounded frightened and had hinted that he was in some sort of trouble, but had refused to say any more over the phone. Whatever information Sammy had for him, Danny knew it had to be important, Sammy was his most reliable snitch and had never let him down yet.

Finally, the door opened and a small, thin, shabbily dressed man entered the bar. He stood near the door for a moment, his eyes darted around, searching for someone in the dim, smoked filled room. Locating the person, he was searching for, the man quickly scurried across the room and slid onto the seat beside the young, sandy haired detective.

Danny ordered another drink for himself and one for Sammy from the bartender who had immediately approached at Sammy's arrival. When the man moved away to fill the order, Danny turned and asked, "Okay, what have you got for me?

Sammy eyed the bartender as he placed drinks down in front of them and waited until the man moved away to serve another customer before taking a large swig of the drink that had just been placed in front of him. Glancing around nervously, Sammy whispered, "It's big, Mr Williams, real big pilikia!"

"How big?" Danny asked, casually taking a sip of his drink, masking the signs of adrenaline that was beginning to surge through his body.

"I overheard them talking, they didn't know I was there until it was too late," Sammy whispered before taking another large sip of his drink, before he lowered the glass back down onto the bar and looked at Danny, his voice trembling with fear as he swallowed hard and tried to force a weak brave smile, "but I managed to get away."

"Who did you over hear? What were they talking about?" Dan asked, becoming a little impatient, and fearing that Sammy was going to get drunk before giving him the information.

"The President!" Sammy whispered timorously, "They're planning to assassinate the President when he comes to Oahu!"

Danny stared at the man in disbelief, uncertain if he had heard the little man's words correctly. "Did you say the President? President Nixon?"

Sammy nodded slowly, his hand shaking as he lifted the glass up to his lips and swallowed the rest of his drink.

"When? How? Who?" the words tumbled out so fast as Danny tried to process all he was told/ Police training kicked in and he drew a deep breath to settle himself. Lowering his voice and quickly glancing around to see if anyone was watching them, but finding nothing was amiss, Danny turned back to Sammy as he softly demanded, "Who is planning to assassinate the President?"

"Wong, Charlie Wong." Sammy whispered, staring down at his empty glass.

"Do you know when or how?"

"Hey, I'm not saying any more, Mr Williams, not until I get a guarantee of protection from Five-O. that's the deal!" Sammy said defiantly, "Without it I'm a walking dead man. You guarantee my protection or else you get nothing!"

"Okay, okay, I'll talk to McGarrett about giving you Five-O protection, Sammy, but he's going to want to know everything you know, so you better be playing it straight with me."

"I am, Mr Williams, I am." Sammy's head bobbed up and down.

"I hope so, Sammy." Danny murmured softly as he glanced around again gently before he touched Sammy's arm, "Okay, let's get out of here, my car's in the parking lot. I'll contact McGarrett and have him meet us at the Palace."

Sammy nodded silently as he watched Danny throw some notes onto the bar to pay for their drinks before he rose from his seat and nervously scurried behind Danny out of the bar.

H5O H5O H5O

Guiding Sammy towards the LTD, Danny was acutely aware of the three men who were quickly approaching them from the shadows. Urging Sammy to hurry to the safety of the car, Danny positioned him between Sammy and the men as he reached for his gun and spun to face the men as they suddenly rushed him. As Danny brought his gun around, his arm was struck by a blackjack, the gun dropping from his grip as the bones in his arm snapped under the impact. Crying out in pain, he instinctively grabbed his injured arm as he stumbled, shouting at Sammy to run. A heavy blow to the back of his head sent an excruciating explosion of agony through his head before he tumbled to the ground, unconscious. He did not feel the vicious kicks or punches that rained down upon his body as he lay on the ground.

Terrified by the horrific attack being inflicted on the man he had believed could protect him, Sammy froze, uncertain of what to do. He stood for a moment, watching in shock, before he turned and ran towards the safety of the shadows. His escape was blocked abruptly as he was grabbed roughly from behind and with his arms painfully twisted behind his back, he was forced to turn to face the largest of the attackers. He whimpered quietly as he stared into the man's insane face, cringing as the man smiled, revealing rotten teeth. "So, Sammy, you thought the great Five-O could protect you, hey?" Sammy attempted to pull back as the man leaned in menacingly closer, his fetid breath caused the smaller man to gag as he continued, "I'm sure Mr. Wong would like to know what you told Five-O."

"I didn't tell him anything, Mr Owens, I swear I didn't."

"Well, we will let you tell that to Mr Wong, won't we? I am sure he will believe everything that you say!" the man sneered before he looked at his companion who was holding the snitch and ordered, "Get him in the car!"

Sammy was dragged back to the car parked in the shadows as he heard a third man ask, "What about the cop?"

"I'll take care of him." Owens grinned evilly as he turned and walked back over to the prone man and kicked him over onto his back. Reaching down, he began to search through Danny's pockets, removing his wallet and police ID folder. Opening the wallet, he removed the cash and credit cards before dropping the wallet back down onto his victim and counting the cash. "Eighty bucks!'' he hissed angrily, kicking the unconscious man hard in the ribs. "A lousy eighty bucks! Hardly worth my time robbing you, Pig!" he muttered as he slipped the I.D., credit cards and the money into his pocket. Leaning down, he picked up the small gun that had fallen from Danny's hand. "Aloha, Williams, enjoy piggy heaven." He laughed as he aimed the gun at the downed man's chest and pulled the trigger.

Danny's body jerked with the impact of the bullet and then was still.

A woman's terrified scream from somewhere near the bar startled Owens. He turned and fired the gun towards the ear-splitting scream before turning and fleeing towards the safety of the waiting car. Jumping into the front seat, he yelled, "Let's get out of here!"

The car's tires squealed on the slick, wet pavement before they gained traction and the car sped out onto the quiet streets of Honolulu.