An ambush leaves both Hawaii 5-0 and Wo Fat in a bad, BAD way.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Steve M., Danny W., Chin Ho K., Kono K. - Chapters: 52 - Words: 38,665 - Reviews: 68 - Favs: 29 - Follows: 64 - Updated: 3/30/2018 - Published: 7/7/2013 - Status: Complete - id: 9466984
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Part One, Two, One
"Looks like the shit really hit the fan." Det. Corina Ray said, flipping through the scant information in a file folder in her lap.
"Understatement, Corina, serious understatement." Det. Tomas Martinez replied, staring out the windshield at the multitude of cars, trucks, and other law enforcement vehicles all gathered in front of the rusting out warehouse.
Stepping from the car, both detectives made their way toward the officer in charge, Sgt. Duke Lukeia. Overhead, clouds scuttled past and the growl of thunder could be heard in the distance.
Sgt. Lukeia waved them over and pointed at the correct building. "Be careful." He told them. "Part of a wall has already collapsed, nearly took out two crime scene techs. We already have enough people at the hospital."
Det. Ray and Det. Martinez nodded.
"Have you heard anything?" Det. Ray asked.
Sgt. Lukeia shook his head, then made a face. "Oh, good, the press is here. Took 'em long enough." He sighed and headed in the opposite direction from the warehouse.
Without so much as a backward glance, both detectives headed for the derelict building. Stepping inside, both detectives pulled on latex gloves. They went in separate directions so as to cover more ground. The CSU techs were already snapping pictures, measuring areas, cataloguing each and every shell casing that littered the floor of the building.
"This is unreal." Det. Ray muttered, looking at the remains of the chaos that had erupted.
Presently, they worked their way through the scene and made their way back outside.
Tomas looked at the surrounding area, a mix of industrial buildings and small shops. Nary a soul was in sight, despite the three ring circus going on. "You think there's anyone nearby we could get for witness statements?"
"Has to be. 911 was called, wasn't it?" Det. Ray asked.
Det. Martinez nodded.
"Who called?"
Det. Martinez flipped through his notes. "Anonymous, naturally."
"Great." Det. Ray sighed. "There's a map in the car. Let's see what's closest and start there. After that, we can head to the hospital and see if we can get any victim statements, sound good?"
"Sounds like a plan to me." Det. Martinez replied.
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