"You get the kids! I'm going after Douglas!" Steve yelled into his earpiece as he run through the green and yellow shrubbery of the forest. He knew the kids would be safe with Danny and Lou, both of which would protect them as if they were their own. These kids had been through enough already. Steve neeeded to focus on the diamonds, which were being traded for the kid's lives. He was not going to let a man who just sold twenty kids into slavery get away with a profit.
Through the trees, Steve spotted Douglas running towards the road, most likely going to try to jack a car. "We've got all the kids. The buyers are both dead," he heard Lou through the comm. Since the kids were all accounted for, it now didn't matter if Douglas was brought in alive. Steve pulled his gun out of his holster and snuck stealthily behind Douglas, who was stopped on the side of the road, trying to flag down a car.
"Five-0! Put your hands where I can see them!" Just like many others, this man seemed to have a hearing problem. He reached for his gun, and Steve didn't hesitate to put two bullets in his chest. "Steve, Steve! You good?" Danny's frantic voice came through and Steve knew he must have heard the gunfire. "I'm fine. You guys go ahead with the kids to the hospital, they need to get checked out. Take my truck and I'll drive Danny's car." "Sounds like a plan," Lou responded.
"Hey, remember! You're meeting us for drinks tonight because it's your birthday McGarrett! We didn't forget!" Danny chuckled. Steve knew Danny really wanted him to have a great birthday, even though it really wasn't that important to Steve himself. "I remember, Danno. I'll just drop the diamonds at HPD and meet you guys there." Knowing the mission was complete, Steve took his earpiece out and started his trek back to the car.
After about two miles, hiking through the humid, sticky environment, Steve could see Danny's car in the distance, but something felt wrong. He looked closer, and saw there was smoke coming out of the top. It had been torched. Danny's not going to be happy about this, Steve thought, while drawing his weapon. Whoever did this obviously didn't plan on Steve leaving this forest alive. They were most likely after the diamonds, which, for now, were securely stored inside McGarrett's Kevlar vest.
Two shots rang out, and Steve stumbled backwards into a tree, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder. Steve winced as he touched his shoulder to investigate, his hand coming away bloody. He couldn't worry about that now though. Someone wanted these diamonds, and they were willing to kill him to get them. Steve got up slowly, into a crouching position, and looked in the direction the shots came from.
Suddenly, a tall, well-muscled Asian man charged Steve from the bushes in front of him. Yakuza, Steve thought as he aimed his gun. The first shot hit his attacker in the arm, causing him to stumble, sending the second bullet directly into his head. Before Steve could relax, he was hit in the face from behind, with a huge rock. He felt blood begin rushing freely out of his nose, immeadiately knowing it was broken. Blood was flowing into Steve's eye as well, making it difficult to see. He knew he must have a big gash in his forehead.
Before he could react, his gun was knocked out of his hand. Steve knew this man was no match for him though, and one punch to the stomach made him fall to his knees. Steve grabbed the man's arm, twisting it behind his back at an awkward angle. He then reached his arm around the man's neck, choking him until he passed out.
Steve fell to the ground out of exhaustion. His nose was still bleeding profusely leaving his face and shirt now drenched in blood. His shoulder was throbbing from the bullet holes, but he really didn't want to go to the hospital. He could just go home and call Noelani to patch him up before going to get drinks with the team. Danny would yell at him, and Kono would look on disapprovingly, but he'd rather have that than deal with the hospital.
Steve glanced at the cooked Camaro, knowing he needed another way out of the forest. Parked behind the car were two sleek, black motorcycles, which the attempted diamond thieves must have come on. Steve slung himself onto the seat of one of them, ignoring the jolt of pain that went through his shoulder. "Dammit," Steve muttered to himself, realizing he still needed to drop the diamonds at HPD and send officers to deal with the bodies in the forest. Sighing, Steve revved the engine and sped away.