Chapter 39

Danny was starting to regret his earlier enthusiasm. Jerry Ortega was certainly an acquired taste and Danny had to tamp down the urge to be brutally sarcastic, knowing that they needed this guy on side if he was going to help them. Jerry could sense that Danny wasn't too sure about him and so stuck closer to Chin and Kono, he was still feeling pretty fragile since Kai had been brutally murdered and didn't need any negativity in his life right now.

He perked up when Chin ran through their problem, glad of the excuse to put his brilliant mind to use; he eagerly told them of a friend who was currently living in the idyllic Swiss town of Lausanne, a beautiful little place nestling on the shores of Lake Léman. Jerry calculated the current time in Lausanne and decided that it would be okay to contact his friend, moving to a private part of his basement to make the call. He came rushing back over to the Five-0 team when the call was over, delighted with what he had to tell them, "Okay, guys – good news! My man can get us footage from a second floor apartment across the road from the bank, he can go back as far as a whole year if we need it," Jerry paused with a little frown, "don't ask how he can get us this. You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" His eyes went wide with worry. Chin jumped in to allay his concerns,

"Relax, Jer. Nobody will ever find out, you have my word – your friend is completely safe." At Chin's comforting statement, Jerry visibly relaxed,

"In that case, let's see what he can dig up for us." The excitable man led the team over to one of his monitors and they gathered around to start the methodical process of scanning all the activity in front of the bank for the day in question.

The team rolled out of the Ortega household uncomfortably full of cake and in possession of damning evidence that placed the rogue CIA Chief at the Sarasin bank right around the time that a large withdrawal was made from the account that had received the payment from Wo Fat. They would send Jerry other dates and times as and when Harry was able to locate any further withdrawals from the Swiss bank account.

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Admiral Janderman was deep in thought, processing everything that Joe and Eddie had told him. The mission had been successful beyond his wildest dreams and if anything they now had the problem of too much information to analyze and then act upon. He sighed, now was not the time to let inter-agency rivalry prevent them from systematically dismantling this deadly organization, "Gentleman, I think we can agree that now is the time to loop in the CIA. They have the appropriate resources to tackle a task of this magnitude. The Five-0 evidence linking Jonathan Kray to the Swiss bank account should be enough to have him arrested and compel the Swiss authorities to release the identity of the account holder. If he's been using a false identity as we suspect, then once they have this they can track all his other activity under that name – his financial dealings, travel itineraries, known associates etc." Eddie and Joe were stood in front of the comms link at JBPHH and Eddie added his thoughts,

"Affirmative, Sir. We would have read in the SAD from the outset if not for the mole. That's been taken out of the equation now and so it would be remiss to not make this a joint op at this point," he paused as he thought about the next stage of the mission, "it will also simplify the planned takedown of Daiyu Mei. We have a CIA asset on standby and this is now a civilian matter as we are lacking hard intel that proves this woman is assisting terrorist groups or arming anti-American factions."

The Admiral nodded, "Agreed. Leave it with me, gentleman." The man cut the comms feed and Eddie turned to Joe,

"This is all turning out rather well, Commander. Time to brief McGarrett, I'd like him to be temporarily re-assigned to the Five-0 Task Force to coordinate the next phase of the mission. The CIA asset in place is his contact and Daiyu Mei is a civilian – it's time for the Navy to take a step back."

Joe was in complete agreement, "Can you make the call to Governor Denning and clear it with him? Then we'll be good to go."

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Steve came through the large glass doors of the Five-0 offices to find the team gathered around the surface table, "I'm starting to think you lot never leave the office." Danny turned around and took in his appearance. The man was back in his Five-0 'uniform' of cargo pants, tee and over-shirt,

"Au contraire, Steven. We have just got back from a most exciting excursion . . . although I have to concede that I may have eaten too much cake." Danny rubbed his stomach and winced, "So what brings you back to our most humble of abodes, and in civilian clothes as well?" Steve smirked,

"The Governor has approved my temporary re-assignment back to Five-0. The operation to catch Daiyu Mei is a civilian matter and, as of now, we have full access to the considerable resources of the CIA. It is no longer a secret side mission and Agent Greer can loop in anyone she needs to achieve the mission objectives . . . wait, what's this about cake?" The cousins chuckled and proceeded to update Steve about Jerry and the dangers of going to the Ortega household on anything other than a completely empty stomach.

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Agent Greer was delighted to hear the news that the net was closing in on Jonathan Kray and, even better, this was now officially a joint CIA-Five-0 operation. She immediately contacted Miller and Hennessy as she would need a little help with the next stage of the mission.

The next day she rapped on the door of Daiyu Mei's suite, "Housekeeping." The door opened after a few seconds and the other woman stared at her in confusion, she clearly wasn't a maid. Gabrielle leaned forward, passing a stack a photographs to the other woman, "Go back into your room and take a look at these. I'm here to help you on the orders of your fiancé, Wo Fat. Meet me in the hotel bar in 1 hour, come ready to travel for a few days." She then hurried back to her own room and fired up her laptop and waited for the inevitable flurry of calls and emails from Daiyu Mei to her associates.

Gabrielle had set herself up in the hotel bar, her ingrained training subconsciously causing her to select a seat with a clear view of all the access points and an unimpeded exit. She had been gratified to see that the lawyer had indeed tried to contact a number of people without much success, as many of Wo Fat's most trusted associates had been killed in the SEAL Team 9 mission or were already in the hands in the CIA – a large number of coordinated raids had been conducted throughout the night on the back of the intel recovered in the Navy op; without having advance knowledge of the impending raids from their inside man, their targets had been sitting ducks. In an increasingly desperate attempt to find out more information about her fiancé, Ms. Mei had contacted a huge number of people within their organization, many of whom were not yet known to the CIA or Five-0. The trace on all her calls and messages was giving the teams a fix on their locations.

Gabrielle was pleased to see that the lawyer had clearly not be around Wo Fat long enough to adopt the same highly paranoid and cautious approach that had kept him hidden in the shadows for so long. At this moment in time she was just a worried fiancée and that was playing right into their hands. The harried woman came rushing into the bar, dragging a small case behind her. She scanned the room, her eyes settling on Greer. She hurried over and took a seat on the barstool next to the CIA agent, "What can you tell me, I can't find out anything? How did you even know that we are engaged? No one knows about me," her voice was panicked. Gabrielle laid a calming hand on the other woman's arm,

"Just take a breath. I can tell you all you need to know, but you have to calm down first." The stressed-out woman nodded and sucked in a few deep breaths. When the CIA agent was satisfied that she was calmer she continued, "Wo Fat's mole in the Company was compromised and he gave up your fiancé to save his own skin. An elite joint CIA-military strike force was dispatched and they extracted him from his bunker in North Korea, right under the nose of Han Ji-Woon and the Dark Sun militia group. The pictures show him being transported by private plane back to the U.S. Naval Base on the Hawaiian island of Oahu. Commander McGarrett was killed in the crossfire. As far as I know all of Wo Fat's men were killed, have you been able to contact anyone?" Ms. Mei vigorously shook her head and was only one step down from wailing as she replied,

"No, I can't get hold of anyone who knows anything - what are we going to do?"

Greer leaned over the table, "That's where I come in. Wo Fat put in place a fail-safe in the event he was captured. I've been working with him for years - but no one knew, not even Jonathan Kray, and that was the whole point. Kray can't tell the CIA anything about me or you, because he doesn't know about us. I promise you that you're safe. We're going to get your fiancé out of custody, but we have to do it now and do it fast before we lose our window of opportunity." The other woman nodded, wide-eyed with panic from the situation she was finding herself in,

"Oh thank God you're here. I wouldn't have known what to do." Greer gave her a grim smile,

"You wouldn't have ever found out what happened to him. In a few days your fiancé will be transferred to a Black Site and never heard from again, just like his father. We still have time to get to him before that happens. I have contacts on Oahu, I know where he's being held by the Navy." Gabrielle waved her arm at Daiyu's luggage, "Grab your bag, I have a private plane waiting for us. We have to stay off the radar, Wo Fat was adamant that nothing would ever track back to you." The two women hurried out of the bar and into a taxi that the doorman summoned for them. They arrived at the private airstrip 30 minutes later and Greer navigated them through the rudimentary customs checks, providing flawless false passports for them both. She led the other woman to the steps of the private jet, the same Gulfstream G550 which Steve had commandeered to fly out of North Korea. Daiyu looked at the tail number and stopped dead, she was aware of all of her organization's assets,

"This is our plane, I'm sure I recognize the registration number." Greer nodded,

"Wo Fat just had time to alert his pilot before the compound was overrun. They brought the plane here on his orders, ready for your extraction. He couldn't risk you boarding a commercial flight that could be tracked . . . Wo Fat had a lead on the location of his mother's body, by the way. When we get him back safely, we'll recover her remains and give her the proper burial that she deserves." The other woman replied,

"Yes, he told me – he was so excited to be finally getting somewhere after so many years of not knowing. It must've been just before he was captured." The luxury jet's pilot and crew member were waiting to greet them, both men eagerly accepting the deal offered by the Tokyo police – their cooperation would be viewed very favourably by the prosecution. Agents Hennessy and Miller were already aboard and Greer made the introductions, "These are my associates. I pay them very well for their services and they can be trusted. Together we're going to get your fiancé back where he belongs."