After The Firestorm
Steve became slightly aware of mayhem around him. Someone was calling to him – trying to get his attention.
"Steve! Are you hit? Steve!" he felt a hand on his shoulder. He tried hard to catch his breath. Nothing seemed real. All he could hear was the sound of the shot - - the shot that had killed his father.
He began to look around, take in his surroundings and try to remember where he was and what had brought him to his knees and took his breath away. There was smoke all around him and people yelling, "Help, over here. Medic!"
The hand that he felt on his shoulder gave him a slight shake and the person attached to the hand came around in front of him, down to his level on the ground. "Sir, are you alright?" It was one of the new guys – what was his name? Steve couldn't think. It was all starting to come back to him now. How could this have happened? The new Seal, not getting any response from his superior, began surveying Steve himself to see if he was hit anywhere trying to find where the blood on his clothes had come from. His hands went up and down Steve's torso and back, checked his arms and legs.
Finally, Steve found his breath and shrugged the other man's hands away from him. "No! I'm not hit. I just…, They…," he stammered, not able to say the words at first. It was hard to breathe again. He looked up at the face of his team member and saw the concern – and a little fear - in his eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm not hit. This mess was courtesy of Victor Hess. The bastard called me on my phone; he called me on the phone from my father's house. He – he killed my father. I heard the shot through the phone!" he said, trying to keep the tears from coming. They came anyway.
"What? Steve, what are you talking about? Are you saying that Victor Hess had something to do with all this? How could he know where we are?" the Seal asked him, trying to understand.
"He used my father to find us. He must have gotten word somehow that we found Anton. He went to my father's house and made him call me. He traced the signal to find us," he explained. The words were coming so fast. The man tried to take in what he was saying. Steve looked around at all the injured, his eyes landing on the lifeless body of Victor's brother, Anton. "He tried to negotiate a release using my father," he explained further. He started to stand, none to steady on his feet. The man reached out to help him up. He stumbled over to where the dead man lay, a look of disgust and total anger coming over his face. "He called and used the signal to find us and launch this attack in an effort to free his brother," he finished in disgust, turning to walk away.
As he slowly walked away, trying to process all that had just happened, a young medic came up to him after seeing him pass by with blood on him. "Sir, Sir, can I check you over Sir?" asked the medic. Steve pushed him away.
"But Sir, there's blood," the medic said, starting to follow him.
"It's not his blood," said the fellow Seal, putting himself between McGarrett and the medic. "He's fine. Go see after the prisoner. Make sure he's dead. If he's not, work on him. If he is, don't leave him until they put him in a body bag and ship him out to the morgue on the next transport," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," replied the medic, turning to follow orders.
TBC… Maybe. Not sure if I should leave it here or try some more.