Hawaii, Mag 7 Style M7 ATF AU

Orin Travis nodded his head in satisfaction as he watched the seven members of his most impressive… and trouble-prone…team climb in the big van he'd borrowed from the agency's impound yard. He and Chris had won bids on some tickets to Hawaii at one of Evie's fundraisers some time back and he was now personally taking the agents to the airport to see that they made use of the all-inclusive trips. HR had been after the assistant director for months to have the men use up some of their vacation and comp time, and they'd just wrapped up a long, somewhat arduous case, so he felt it was the perfect time for them to get away. And since it was sun and beach oriented, all of the team seemed fairly excited, although Jackson and Larabee were understandably a bit wary as well. While Team Seven were exceptionally good at their job, they admittedly often seemed to find trouble, or have it find them, in even the most innocuous of places. Thus explaining the well-stocked medical kit that the medic was placing in the back of the van with his luggage and the inconspicuous pistol the leader and several others wore at their waist under their untucked shirts. Fortunately being federal agents had its benefits, and one of them was that they could be scanned privately and carry their weapons on board the plane. That also meant that they didn't have to spend as much time waiting to board as most passengers.

Arriving at the airport right at seven, Travis pulled up to the proper zone and helped the men unload the luggage at the front of the terminal and then went to park the van so that he could make sure the team actually got on the plane. With those seven, you couldn't take much for granted! Coming up and saying his goodbyes, his eagle eye watched them carefully until they disappeared inside.

The group got a couple of carts and rolled their stuff in to check it. They all made sure they had a change of clothes, extra necessities, money, and ammo in their carry-ons. Finding a member of security, Chris showed his badge. The man nodded and immediately called someone to take the group to a private room to check them. They were professionally scanned and their luggage inspected politely. Their IDs were verified and the guns and ammunition logged. Understanding that the agents all occasionally worked undercover, there would be no use of their titles in the airport or on the plane and the weapons were tacitly accepted. Chris did agree to let the team be called upon if there were any problems on the flight. They had upgraded to first-class tickets, so would be less conspicuous there and easily available if any issues arose.

Done by seven-fifty, the men were ushered onto the plane discreetly and immediately shown to first-class. They quickly stowed their carry-on bags and settled into their seats, since departure was scheduled for eight. Vin was in the window seat and Chris on the outside on one row, Buck and JD behind them. Nathan and Josiah had seats directly across from Tanner and Larabee, Ezra happily ensconced by himself just behind. The flight was mid-week and off-season, so their section happily wasn't crowded.

Once everyone was situated, the pilot informed them that they were getting ready to depart. Amazingly enough for a commercial flight, the large plane got clearance a few minutes after eight and taxied out onto the runway. The sniper watched the take-off through the small window while Chris discreetly checked out their fellow passengers.

The flight, though long, was fairly smooth. Vin leaned back and slept for about three hours, Chris and the others reading or dozing themselves off and on. There was no turbulence, and the only problem passenger was a man who got drunk and disorderly for a bit. The sight of Chris' stern visage, accompanied by a flash of the gold badge and discreetly worn firearm quickly sobered the guy up and settled him down. The flight attendant who had asked for the impressive agent's help thanked him and brought the whole group free drinks. No one else appeared aware of who the lean blond was since the drunk was seated in the front row of the regular cabin, the incident just looking like a formidable military or ex-military-type passenger taking care of the situation.

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At three p.m. Colorado time the plane began its descent, arriving at the gate a few minutes after the hour. When asked, the flight attendant informed them that it was only 10 a.m. Honolulu time, since Hawaii didn't observe daylight savings. Their phones automatically sensed the difference, adjusting to island time as they stepped into the terminal.

Their resort had provided a lei greeting for the group along with a shuttle to take them to the hotel where the rental van Ezra had booked would be delivered. Two lovely dark-haired young women with curves in all the right places and a welcoming smile approached them when they acknowledged the sign that simply said 'Group of seven, Colorado for the OR Waikiki Beach'. Arms full of colorful and pleasantly scented flowers, the duo greeted them with a lilting "Aloha! Welcome to Honolulu!" and then proceeded to drape the fragrant leis around their shoulders.

Buck was first, giving the pretty lady who did his a big smile and kiss on the cheek when she placed a dark red strand of carnations around his neck that nicely matched the blue Aloha shirt with red flowers and blue and red parrots that he wore with his jeans.

JD was next, getting an orange lei that suited his dark hair and loose burnt orange tee. The young agent blushed slightly when the attractive woman gave him a light kiss on the cheek as she draped the flowers around his shoulders.

Josiah followed, giving a big grin when he stooped like Buck had done to receive his fragrant bright red carnation strand. The flowers contrasted nicely with the pale blue button-front shirt the ex-priest wore with his khakis.

The next victim was Nathan. The tall medic had to bend over as well, smiling when the pretty Hawaiian dropped a purple-tinted lei over his head. The color went well with the cream cotton shirt and dark brown pants the attractive man wore.

Ezra followed the healer, beaming when he was presented with a pinkish-purple garland that contrasted pleasantly with the dove gray shirt and tailored charcoal casual pants he sported. He chastely returned the peck on the cheek the girl gave him, thanking her in his best southern accent. He had no idea why, but almost all women not from the South seemed to melt when they heard the honeyed tones and the handsome agent wasn't above using the occurrence to his advantage.

The sniper's slightly raspy Texas tones had the same effect when the other attractive woman got to him. She draped a greenish-yellow hued lei around his neck and presented him with the now expected kiss on the cheek, sighing a bit when the good-looking man offered his thanks in his soft drawl. The color of the flowers coordinated with the pale yellow button-front shirt the slender form wore with his tan jeans.

Chris had to dip his head to let one of the pretty females place the last lei around his broad shoulders. His was formed of green leaves interspaced with some blue-and-white orchids that nicely enhanced the sapphire and black shirt he wore and suited the gorgeous form completely. He too accepted the accompanying kiss with equanimity, thanking the woman softly when she finished. Dark eyes glanced up and down the impressive figure, an appreciative smile curving the ruby-tinted lips when she was done. One hand waved in front of her face in the universal female symbol for 'hot' as she turned to her companion with a teasing laugh.

"I don't think I've ever greeted a group comprised of this many great-looking men before!"

The seven variously preened, smiled, or looked slightly embarrassed. Chris gave a resigned grin, shaking his head indulgently at the practically drooling females.

"They are gorgeous, there's no doubt about that!" answered the other lady with a smirk. "Kinda makes you believe there is a God, huh? All that handsome manhood couldn't have just 'evolved'!"

The first girl laughed and nodded in agreement. "Amen!"

They then said good-bye and moved out of the way when a couple of other women with armfuls of flowers arrived. Apparently the Judge and Mrs. Travis had called and arranged for a lei greeting as well.

Soon surrounded by the mingled scents of plumeria, orchid, and carnation, the group moved to get their luggage, snapping pictures of each other as they went.

They were met by their shuttle driver on the other side of the baggage carousel. Two assistants helped transport the bags outside and load them in the van. The men tipped them and then they all climbed in the vehicle for the short but rather congested drive to the hotel.

It was almost eleven when they pulled up to the entrance. The group had just climbed out and were sorting their luggage when the rental agency arrived with the eight-passenger van Ezra had ordered. The chestnut-haired man signed the papers and took possession of the keys, then they moved inside to check in.

The entrance was under a peaked teak edifice that reminded them of an island temple roof or something. The lobby itself was lovely, with Polynesian voyaging canoes on display, hand-painted murals on the subject, and a collection of rare Hawaiian art. There were also underwater sea wall photos that were incredible. The whole color scheme was in tropical green and cream, accented with bits of turquoise, and teak and rattan added warm wood tones. Since there were a few people ahead of them at the desk, the group took a few minutes to look around and take some photos.

Check-in when they reached the registration area was quick and cheerful. Paintings of various voyaging canoes hung behind the clerks, who wore colorful Hawaiian clothing and flowers. They were offered cool towels and complimentary tropical drinks when they got to the desk area, all happily taking the proffered items.

When Ezra quietly showed his ID, since he was the one who had made the reservations, the woman he was speaking to nodded in recognition. She explained a little about the Club suites that they'd booked, and gave them a couple of maps of the hotel grounds, pointing out where the pools, canoe house, restaurants, spa, and craft areas were. The hotel fronted on a small section of beach with views of Diamond Head, and the grounds included meandering water features, palms, and tropical flowers that made it quite attractive.

Once she had explained everything and given them some information to take with them, and handed each one a key card, she called a couple of bell-hops to escort them upstairs and help with the luggage.

When they arrived at their rooms, each had an ocean front balcony, some with Diamond Head in the distance. The sunset views would be lovely, and the sliding doors would allow the tropical breeze in. Room service would even deliver meals and set them up on the balconies.

Pleased with everything, the group gave their approval and tipped the bell hops. They spent a few minutes settling their luggage and putting the leis in the mini fridges, then regrouped to head downstairs for lunch.

One of the hotel restaurants had alfresco dining on the beach and offered the option to grill your own hand-carved steaks and mahi-mahi. They also had a salad bar and served tropical cocktails, beer, and wine. The lunch lanai menu was available from 11:30 a.m.-3 p.m. It was a little after eleven-thirty, although their stomach's felt like it was three or so, so they were ready for some substantial food.

The hostess seated them at a large round table near the sand. The smell of cooking meat and seafood and fresh, locally-sourced vegetables mixed with the ocean breeze and surrounding tropical flowers to make an enticing aroma that made them sigh in pleasure.

A friendly and obliging waitress quickly arrived to take their drink orders. She smiled and turned first to Josiah, who sat on her left.

"Gotta try a Blue Hawaii." rumbled the profiler with a wink.

Nodding, the dark-haired lady looked at Nathan next.

"Rum and coke for me."

When she glanced at Ezra, the undercover specialist murmured "When in Rome…I believe I shall have the Mai Tai please, my dear." The drink contained fresh pineapple and orange juice that appealed to the gambler. Like Sanchez, he also wasn't the least bit ashamed to be seen with a 'frou-frou' drink. His smooth tones brought a grin of appreciation to the lady's mouth.

Vin was next. "Just a beer, ma'am. Maybe one 'a those Big Wave Golden Ales." he said, referring to the Hawaiian-based Kona Brewing Company's selection. The sniper's soft, slightly raspy accent had its usual effect, causing the server to sigh just a bit as she wrote down his order.

Buck followed. "Same for me, darlin'." One cobalt eye winked at the pretty brunette, making her smile and look the handsome man over for a moment.

When she glanced at JD, the electronics tech appeared undecided for a minute. Then he pointed at Josiah. "Think I'll have one of those blue things he's getting."

Buck looked at the ingredients and gave a mild warning. "Alright Kid, but ya might wanna go slow on it. It's got both vodka and rum in it."

JD nodded. "I'll get a coke or something when that's gone, but seems like we oughta have at least one while we're here."

The waitress' dark eyes moved to Chris.

"I'll have a beer. Same thing as Buck and Vin ordered will be fine." murmured the soft voice. This time the effect was to make the woman fan herself with her order pad for a second.

She cleared her throat, and then looked the group over questioningly. "Any pūpū?"

Buck's eyes crossed. "Excuse me?"

The waitress laughed and then translated. "Any appetizers?"

All eight thought a minute, then shook their heads.

"No, I think we're going to get the buffet. Can we still grill our own steaks and fish?" Chris asked, speaking for all of them.

The woman nodded. "Yes. The meat station is at the end of the bar. The carvers will cut your meat exactly as you want it, then you take it to the grill and fix it however you like. There are more selections for dinner, however, just so you know."

Chris nodded in understanding. "That's fine. I'll take whatever steak they have available."

Vin looked at his best friend. "Mind doin' my steak too, Cowboy?"

"No problem, Pard."

JD glanced at Wilmington. "If I get a steak, will you grill mine Buck?"

"Yeah, Kid."

Ezra eyed the lanky brunet too.

"And my fish as well?"

"Sure thing, Ez."

Nathan gave the profiler a considering once over. "Think I want fish, too. Reckon you can grill ours, Josiah?"

"I think I can manage that, brother Nate. If not, we'll add to Chris and Buck's duties. I'm leanin' toward the mahi-mahi myself."

The two oldest friends nodded. "We'll take care of it if you want, Josiah." Chris offered.

Sanchez smiled. "I think I'll give it a try. Maybe you two can give me a few pointers?"

Buck dipped his head in agreement. "Glad t' help, Josiah."

Chris looked back at the waitress. "Guess that takes care of that. We help ourselves?"

She nodded. "Yes. You go ahead. I'll bring your drinks. Will you need grilling instructions?"

Vin grinned at the pretty brunette. "Nah. Chris and Buck grill all the time. They always do our steaks, pork chops, stuff like that."

Ezra nodded in agreement. "Indeed. They are both particularly skilled at knowing how to get our meat or fish fixed just the way we all want it. Unless there is something unique about your grill, then they could probably give lessons to some of the other diners, in fact."

The woman, whose nametag said Layla, smiled, eyes flicking approvingly over the two men in question. "I have no doubt but that they could. Alright…help yourselves and enjoy your meal. I'll have the drinks out wikiwiki…quickly."

Chris smiled at her and murmured "Mahalo", which translated to 'thank you'. Layla gave the blond a pleased smile and answered "No problem" as she left to get the drinks.

The buffet featured locally farmed greens and vegetables, and seafood from the waters surrounding the islands. The house special stir fry and carved, grilled, and smoked meats, soups, chowders, and chilies all featured Hawaii-sourced foods and looked and smelled delicious. The group filled plates with the ready-made items they wanted, then they picked out their meat and fish. Chris, Buck, and Josiah headed to the grill to cook the choices, expertly seasoning and flipping the food until it was perfectly prepared. Placing the pieces on new plates, the group headed for their table.

Leyla had the drinks waiting for them, so they happily sat down and began eating and sipping the cocktails and beer. The view of the beach and ocean, with Diamond Head in the distance was beautiful, and the temperature was a thoroughly pleasant 80° or so. The group took pictures as they ate, of the scenery and each other. Vin even got one of Ezra with his fork halfway to his mouth. When the normally elegant form stuck out his tongue at him, the sniper even got a pic of that, much to the chestnut-haired form's mock annoyance.

When the cocktails were done, Josiah got an iced tea made with Hawaiian Paradise passion fruit and black pekoe, which was surprisingly good, and JD ordered a soda. Fairly full, they all chose fruit salad with pineapple, mango, flaked coconut, passion fruit, and other tropical delicacies and topped with whipped cream for dessert.

Finished about twelve-thirty, Buck looked at Chris.

"So what now, Stud?"

The blond glanced at the others. "What do y'all think?"

"Beach!" was the chorused answer as they all took in the turquoise water, warm sand, and inviting chaise lounges just in front of them.

A smile curved the chiseled lips. "Alright. Sounds good to me."

They paid the bills, all giving Layla a generous tip, and then headed up to their rooms to change to their swimwear. The waitress watched the attractive group leave, accompanied by some of her fellow servers and several of the other diners. Smiles of approval graced all of the spectators as they enjoyed the retreating view of the men's impressive 'assets'.

The forms quickly changed and in just fifteen minutes, all seven were comfortably ensconced on lounge chairs facing the ocean. They all put on sunscreen, JD smearing himself down since he burned fairly easily and had learned from experience how a sunburn could ruin his fun. Fortunately they'd bought spray lotion that quickly soaked in so the kid didn't look like a greased pig when he was done. They all wanted to get in the water later, but they were a bit jet lagged from the flight and full from lunch, so even Dunne was all for just soaking up some sun and sea breezes for an hour or so.

Buck waved one of the waiters from the bar over. Deciding a cocktail would be nice, the tall figure ordered a Waikiki Beach, which was perfect for beach sipping. The others got drinks as well, and soon they were laid back half-asleep, just relaxing to the sound of the waves and some Hawaiian music coming from nearby, and the laughter and chatting of the other visitors.

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About two-thirty Chris' feline form rose fluidly, causing several audible inhales of appreciation from around them and a bit of female drooling. The gorgeous figure slowly lifted his arms over his head in a luxurious stretch, pulling the tanned biceps, pecs, and ab muscles attractively taut. Hazel eyes skimmed the others, the handsome form giving a smile.

"Ready to get in the water?"

Buck glanced down at the sweat beading his bare chest. "Yep. I'm gettin' kinda warm!"

JD bounced up from his chair. "Me too. Let's go!"

Vin stood up and stretched languidly, drawing several approving stares and more drool from the nearby ladies. "I'm all for it."

Ezra also voiced approbation for the idea, he and Wilmington rising and working the lethargy out for a minute. This elicited approving sighs from the surrounding women. Green, blue, and hazel eyes flicked to the avidly watching ladies and sculpted lips curved in teasing grins. Several of the sighing women looked embarrassed at being caught ogling, but a couple just smiled back and fanned their faces in the universal female sign for 'hot'.

Josiah and Nathan waved the rest of the group toward the softly lapping water.

"Go. We'll stay here and watch the stuff, then one of you can take our place."

The rest nodded and with a quick thanks to the profiler and medic, they jogged toward the waves. Their spot was close to the middle of the two mile stretch of beach and the views were great. The golden sand was perfect for walking, and Waikiki was said to be one of the best places to learn to surf or use an outrigger canoe, since the waves were gentle and rolling.

JD paused to look around them as they reached the water.

"Think we can take surfing lessons before we go? This is supposed to be one of the best places to learn…" One arm waved at several people nearby practicing the moves with an instructor.

Vin looked interested, Buck thoughtful, Ezra dubious, and Chris just glanced that way silently. Standish voiced an alternative idea.

"I would rather like to try the outriggers. The hotel has a canoe shed…."

Chris nodded as he paused to watch the waves a minute.

"The canoes definitely look like they would be safer than surfin'. I wouldn't mind givin' that a try myself."

Buck nodded in agreement. "Yeah, looks easier than tryin' to get up on one 'a them boards in the waves, so reckon I wouldn't mind givin' it a shot either." One hand fingered his mustache. "Though the ladies would probably be impressed with the surfin'…"

JD laughed. "Until your big, gangly body got tossed off and you lost your board!" The kid expertly ducked the swat the older man aimed at him, wading into the warm liquid.

"Kinda like the sound 'a both, myself." admitted Vin with a grin as he snapped a quick pic of the two brunets chasing each other through the shallowly breaking waves. The sniper had brought a waterproof digital camera that he'd bought and had it on a cord around his neck so he could document their ocean time on their trip.

Ezra dodged the antics of the dynamic duo as he moved into the water with a sigh of pleasure.

"I actually had a couple of surfin' lessons in California when I was a child."

The emerald eyes glanced at the others when they looked at him in curiosity. "Mother and I were there with one of her paramours. She was obviously much more interested in him…and his money…than she was in me, so I was relegated to the guest house we were rentin'. The bungalow fronted the beach and I was bored, so I began goin' out in the mornin' to watch the waves. A local teenager noticed my interest and offered to teach me how to ride a board. The waves were not intimidatin' at that time of year, and I suppose in the back of my mind I thought that it would serve my mother quite well for all but abandonin' me. Therefore I agreed and Kenny took me with him a few times. He showed me the way to paddle out and explained the proper method of gettin' to one's feet once out in the water. After a few times of that, he brought me my own much smaller board and I paddled out with him. I did manage to get to my feet a time or two, but it was much harder than he made it look, so I spent most of my time just lyin' on the surfboard or swimmin' to retrieve it."

"So did ya get any better?" asked Vin in curiosity.

"Unfortunately, no. The housekeeper discovered my activities one mornin' and told Mother. Maude was properly horrified in the presence of her suitor and refused to let me visit the beach alone after that. Not that she would have been up at that time of the day to see whether I heeded her directive or not, but she tasked the housekeeper with watching me, so my clandestine attempts to sneak out were all thwarted. The gentleman in question caught on to Mother's excessive spending of his funds soon after, and she and I were on a flight back East within just a few days."

The men all shook their heads. The story was quintessential Maude…both protective and yet dismally inattentive to her son.

Vin was the first to break the mood, slapping Standish on the shoulder as he strode past him. "Betcha ten I can made it out to the break line before ya."

Standish's eyes lit up at the word. "Bet? Against me, Mr. Tanner? It's your money…" Smirking at the grinning tracker, the chestnut-haired form began wading out at a fast, but careful, pace.

JD hurried toward the pair. "Hey, I want in on this!"

"Your loss, son!" returned Standish with an anticipatory grin.

Buck and Chris watched the trio with an indulgent shake of the head, then they started out at a slower pace, enjoying the warm water lapping around their legs as they waded forward.

Vin and Ezra reached the designated spot at almost the same time, JD right behind them. The three turned and began letting the waves carry them toward the beach a little. Vin snapped a couple of pictures of Chris and Buck still coming toward them.

When the former SEALs reached swimmable water, they began propelling themselves with powerful strokes, both obviously totally comfortable in the environment.

Once they reached the others, they all began treading water. They floated and chatted, passing the camera around so they could each get pictures. The view of Diamond Head, which appeared closer and larger, and of the beach and hotels and restaurants was fascinating.

After forty-five minutes or so, Ezra excused himself and started back to shore, planning to relieve Josiah and Nathan so the two men could have their turn to play in the water. Wading ashore, he motioned to the duo that they could leave. Settling gracefully on a chaise after toweling his hair a bit, he waved a waiter over and ordered another Mai Tai, sipping it contentedly as he watched his friends swimming and picking on each other in the distance.

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About an hour later, the six in the water headed for shore. Chris and Buck dove smoothly through the waves, sometimes disappearing and swimming along underneath for several yards. Vin was also an easy swimmer, but didn't do as much diving as the former SEALs. JD was exuberant as with most everything, splashing and making his own waves as he moved. Josiah and Nathan were both strong swimmers, their long, powerful arms propelling them forward at a fairly constant speed that was only moderately behind Chris and Buck when the two chose to swim on top of the water.

Wading back onto the beach, the sextet greeted Ezra and sat down to dry off a bit before returning to the hotel. They all ordered a beer, then sat thirstily drinking as they toweled their wet hair and discussed the options for supper.

Not really in the mood to grill their own food again, they decided on the hotel's other restaurant, which had native slack key guitarists playing both contemporary and traditional Hawaiian music every night from 6 to 10 p.m. The establishment offered dinner overlooking the ocean, along with casual drinks, appetizers, fresh fish, steak, salads, etc.

Finished with their drinks, the group rose and gathered up their things, stopping at the bar to get some snacks to tide them over until supper time.

Heading inside, they all paused at the gift shop to look around. They got some postcards and branded hotel merchandise, and all got an aloha shirt, even Chris finding one with a green palm frond design on an ebony ground that he was willing to wear.

Pleased with their purchases, the seven headed upstairs to their rooms. Deciding to rest for an hour to try to catch up on their time, they all stretched out or moved to sit on their balconies and enjoy the view. Chris and Ezra's suites each had wide balconies that offered fantastic panoramas, so each settled on a lounge outside to take in the scenery. The others were sharing a multi-room group suite, so Josiah and Nathan decided to take a quick nap, while Buck and Vin moved to sit on the balcony and JD settled on the comfortable couch to watch a rerun of Hawaii Five-O.

Relaxed and refreshed, they all started getting dressed around six. Most of Honolulu's nicer restaurants apparently abided by the 'Aloha wear' dress standard, where dark jeans were acceptable as long as they weren't worn with tennis shoes. Tee-shirts and shorts were also frowned on at the more upscale establishments, so Chris pulled on a pair of black jeans and the ebony and green shirt he'd bought, along with dark boots that weren't too western in style. He left the tail of the shirt out, his pistol discreetly at his waist underneath. When he stepped into the hall to meet the others, the rest of the team were dressed similarly. All wore unfaded, indigo jeans or khakis and one of the printed shirts they'd bought earlier.

Buck sported fitted jeans and a blue shirt with a colorful parrot design. Plain dark brown boots made similar to Chris' black ones covered his feet. Also like Larabee, he was armed, a small back-up gun resting in his right boot, covered by the leg of his jeans.

JD had on looser denims and a blue Aloha shirt with an orange sunset and black palm pattern. Since he couldn't wear his high-top tennis shoes, the younger agent sported a pair of dark brown deck shoes. A small .38 was strapped inconspicuously to his ankle.

Josiah looked tasteful in neat khakis and a blue-and-white flowered shirt that, like Buck's, brought out the color of his eyes. Brown deck shoes similar to JD's covered his feet. Unlike the other three, he had chosen to be unarmed. Although anyone thinking the ex-priest's fists weren't dangerous was just plain blind.

Nathan was equally classy in darker-toned khaki pants and a red-and-white flower patterned shirt that looked good on his broad chest. He wore dark brown leather loafers with his clothing, and like the profiler was minus a weapon at the moment.

Vin looked a bit self-conscious in dark jeans and a black, brown, and gold scenic shirt that was actually quite attractive on the sandy-haired sniper. Like Chris and Buck, he wore boots with his outfit, his in a brown square-toed biker style. A snub-nosed back-up pistol was tucked discreetly in the shaft of his right boot. The long hair was pulled back neatly and tied with a leather thong.

Ezra was the most surprising of the group. The normally suavely dressed Southerner was wearing charcoal-gray casual pants and a black ground shirt with a pattern of playing cards, poker chips, and drinks printed all over it. While colorful, the design was moderately sized and relatively tasteful. Black leather loafers adorned his feet and he too had a small pistol strapped to his leg. Pausing to crowd together to take a selfie, the impressive forms then headed downstairs, garnering their usual amount of attention from the guests and staff they passed.

Once they reached the bottom, the seven made their way to the restaurant. It was only a little after six-thirty, but was getting busy already since most Islanders ate fairly early.

The group was shown to a large round table outside near the small stage where the artists entertained. Settling in, they ordered drinks and perused the menus. Since some of them had steaks for lunch, they all chose fish or seafood this time, looking forward to the meal.

While they waited for their food, the musicians came out. The guitarists were quite good and the style was a mix of Spanish and Hawaiian that supposedly originated in the early 1800's.

The group enjoyed the music, and the food turned out to be quite good when it arrived. They chatted a bit in between the songs, and Buck and a lady at a nearby table and several other diners even enjoyed a dance or two.

Finishing around seven-thirty, the men paid their bills and left generous tips. They then strolled out to the beach. The sun was on its slide into the ocean, the sky colored with streaks of orange, peach, and gold that also reflected in the waves. The group slowly strolled down the beach to the west. One of the bird men was just finishing up, so JD, Vin, and Buck all got to hold one or more of the five parrots and have their pictures taken.

They then paused to check out a few surf-side stands and beach-front shops that were open, purchasing some tee shirts, candy, and other items that appealed to them. Each place offered to deliver their things to the hotel, so they didn't have to carry much.

Reaching Fort DeRussy, they turned back to the east. The hotels, restaurants, and shops were now lit with assorted lights, the colors reflecting in the rippling waves in front of the buildings. Diamond Head was visible as a dark bulky outline with a lei of lights at its base. They stopped at one of the beach-side bars on the way back and got drinks, some of which came in a hollowed out coconut, the rim of white left in it adding to the rich taste. Music played and a couple of fire-throwers juggled flaming torches as they watched.

Getting refills to go, the group strolled back to their hotel, arriving about nine. They'd all taken lots of photos, and they played them back on their phones or cameras as they headed up in the elevator. There were beautiful ones of the sunset and lights; candid ones of them wading, shopping, or just enjoying the night; and funny shots involving pranks, props, and pratfalls that made them all laugh out loud.

When they reached their floor, they separated to go change into swimsuits. Chris slipped into solid black trunks and used the floral shirt he'd been wearing as a cover-up of sorts, stepping into wide-banded flip-flops. Sticking his room card and phone in a small waterproof case, he quickly moved into the hall. The other six were just coming out as well, swim trunks and flip-flops in place, along with open shirts that showed off the broad shoulders and well-muscled abs.

Once they reached the bottom floor, the attractive septet strolled out to the well-lit pool. Summer was low season for Hawaii, and the other guests who were staying at the hotel were mostly out eating, partying, or walking the beach like they themselves had done apparently. There were only a few other people on the pool deck, including three women who gave the gorgeous agents a long once-over as the group arrived and picked out lounge chairs to lay their shirts and towels on. The group settled their things, and then all of them waded…or in JD's case jumped…into the kidney-shaped pool.

After about thirty minutes of swimming and playing, the seven headed to the nearby hot tub. With appreciative sighs, they sank into the warm water. The jets offered a mild form of massage to those who sat in front of them, and the heat relaxed tired muscles and jet-lagged brains as they soaked. They chatted lazily…or energetically in Dunne's case…and spent a little time discussing what they wanted to do the next day. Finally almost all became quiet, the other people on the deck leaving so that they were the only ones there. They listened to the music still coming from the guitarists, the sound of the lapping waves occasionally reaching them in the lulls between songs.

The entertainment stopped about ten, and they decided that was a signal that they should go in. According to Colorado time, it was the wee hours of the morning, and their bodies were feeling the difference.

Climbing out, they dried off and then gathered up their things, once again riding the elevator to their floor. Saying goodnight, they all entered their rooms, smiling at the island sweets and fresh orchids that rested on the beds. Undressing, each took a fast shower to rinse off the chlorine, then piled into their beds with tired sighs. By eleven, even Standish was lost in the arms of Morpheus, a contented smile on his lips.

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The next morning, the group all met in the hall about eight-thirty. All of the men, including JD, were more conservatively dressed than they had been the day before. While the colorful Aloha shirts and jeans or shorts were perfectly acceptable at the World War II memorials they planned to see, somehow it seemed more respectful to wear casual pants and more subdued shirts with loafers or deck shoes. They again took a couple of selfies, and then crammed in the elevator to go have breakfast.

Reaching the restaurant, they were quickly shown a table and ordered their drinks. They then grabbed plates and went through the buffet, finding most of the breakfast foods they were used to, plus fresh tropical fruits, rice, and other island items.

Moving back to the table, they ate and discussed the sites they planned to see. Thanks to the buffet, they were done by nine. Paying, they tipped the genial server and then strolled out to the van Ezra had rented.

Traffic was fairly light, so they made it to the Pearl Harbor Visitor Center by about 9:15. Chris had called the base and arranged for a personalized tour since he and Buck were former SEALs and in the Individual Ready Reserve. The Naval liaison was meeting them at 9:30, so they parked and then looked around for a few minutes.

Lt. Johnson was right on time, appearing at the Visitor Center desk promptly. Chris saw him and stepped forward. The khaki-clad lieutenant saluted smartly, standing at attention until Chris returned the salute and ordered him 'as you were'.

"Commander Larabee, it is an honor and a privilege to meet you and Lieutenant Wilmington, Sir. I've been reading up on your non-classified missions since you called. Even those are very impressive, so I can only imagine what the parts I can't see are like. You and your team are something of a legend among the Naval Special Warfare Command, Sir. You and your federal team are apparently quite impressive as well. You have an amazing record."

Chris and Buck simply nodded, thanking the officer for his compliments. They then introduced the rest of the agents, the lieutenant greeting each politely.

Johnson then looked around. "If you're ready to begin Sir, I have both a vehicle and a launch ready. Would you prefer to start with the Arizona, or head to Ford Island?"

Larabee glanced at the others and then answered. "The Arizona, I think we all decided." The rest nodded in approval.

"Alright. We can go in and watch the documentary if you'd like, then I'll take you to the memorial in the launch. That way you can stay however long you like."

Chris dipped his head. "Sounds good. Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Yes, Sir."

Lt. Johnson accompanied the group to the film room to watch the account of the attack on Pearl Harbor. A solemn mood took over the seven as they watched vintage clips of the raid and of the ships burning, etc. When the film finished, they all followed Johnson outside. Making sure they only had their phones, cameras, and wallets, the seven of them stepped into the small motorized craft that waited at the ferry pier. Chris disclosed the weapons he and Vin, Buck, Ezra, and JD carried, the lieutenant nodding in understanding. Since the team were federal agents, he'd expected no less and had informed base security that the men would probably be armed.

When they were all aboard the launch, Johnson pointed out a selection of loose orchids in blues and purples so dark they were almost black.

"These are to toss into the water if you wish to honor the souls of those who died on the ships. The string of leis can harm the fish, but you're welcome to any of these you want."

Nodding, the group seated themselves. The lieutenant started the craft and slowly pulled away from the pier, heading across the harbor to the sleek white memorial that straddled the Arizona battleship. The mood became even more somber the closer they approached.

Part of the rusting superstructure of the ship was visible above water as they neared. A flag on the memorial flew at half-staff in honor of the victims, and people's faces could be seen as they stood and looked out of the slitted windows at the sunken ship.

When the launch slid up to the gangway, the group exited the craft, Larabee leading. The rest followed quietly. Chris, Buck, Vin, Josiah, and Nathan stopped to crisply salute the flag, JD and Ezra putting their hands over their heart. They then spent about fifteen minutes looking at the names of the dead carved into the marble walls and staring solemnly at the ship below them. Chris had brought some of the dark purple flowers with him and he tossed them gently into the water near the projecting stack of the hulk, saying a soft prayer for the souls of the sailors lost on the ship.

Oil didn't come to the surface from the wreck as much as it once did, but as the group watched, a drop rose slowly and formed a dark, iridescent stain almost in the center of the floating blossoms. A surprised and moved sigh escaped more than the blond's throat at the sight, Chris and Vin snapping photos and Ezra capturing the experience on video since he'd been taping Larabee dropping the blooms and them floating on the surface near the rusting metal.

Chris then filmed as the other men all threw some of the loose flowers into the harbor. Josiah said a quiet benediction, his entrancing baritone capturing not only his group's attention, but that of the other visitors as well. Heads bowed and voices murmured 'Amen' when the ex-priest finished.

Nodding that they were done, Chris and the others followed Lieutenant Johnson back to the launch. It was mostly silent on the ride back, even JD in a contemplative mood.

When they reached the shore, the group headed for the U.S.S. Bowfin submarine. Here, the atmosphere was lighter, in spite of the fact that it too commemorated the deceased. World War II era music played over the speakers on the patio of the museum, and compared to the warships, the 16' diameter sub looked almost like a toy.

Climbing aboard, the taller of the men had to duck considerably to make it through the hatches. The boat was fitted out as though the radio operator, cook, and other occupants might be back at any time and provided an intriguing, if slightly claustrophobic, look at the life of a submariner. There was a handwritten sailor's journal, vintage 'girlie' posters, and other artifacts in the museum. One was a 1940's-era dive suit that looked big even for Josiah or Nathan. Chris and Buck explained a little about the history of the diving equipment, since they had studied the subject when they joined the SEALs. Larabee had actually used one of the tethered suits for an hour or so in BUD's training just to get the feel of it, and described it as incredibly cumbersome, hot, and heavy.

Finishing about eleven-thirty, Johnson asked them if they wanted to stop for lunch or head to Ford Island. There was a restaurant at the Pacific Aviation Museum complex on the island, so since they'd just eaten three hours before they all elected to wait until later. They took care of restroom needs and got some bottled water at the Bowfin and then climbed in the Navy van that the lieutenant had brought.

The drive only took eight minutes and they headed first for the U.S.S. Missouri, which was docked south along the edge of Ford Island from the Arizona memorial. The ship was huge and the towering superstructure appeared to scrape the sky as they approached the pier where it was moored. Johnson informed them that the battleship was 887' long, 209' tall, and had 9 116-ton guns that were capable of firing up to 23 miles.

They paused first to walk through the U.S.S. Oklahoma memorial that rested in front of the Missouri. Rows of white marble poles held the names of the sailors killed on the Oklahoma, and black granite gave the specs and history of the ship.

The lieutenant then led them up the gangplank onto the polished teak deck of the behemoth "Mighty MO". Chris and Buck had been aboard modern air-craft carriers before so the sheer mass didn't faze them too much, but even they were impressed with the size of the turrets and barrels on the guns as they stood before them. The rest of the group were amazed by the immensity of everything they saw. JD walked around, mouth agape as Lt. Johnson escorted them over the top levels of the ship.

The views from the open decks were amazing, and Vin was especially proud of the pictures he took from the guns looking over the bow of the ship to the U.S.S. Arizona memorial and the harbor. They got to enter the gun turrets and stopped at the spot on the starboard deck where the Japanese delegation signed the Terms of Surrender ending the war. JD and Buck did sound effects as they posed with the controls that aimed and fired the huge weapons and all pictured the formally attired Japanese representatives as they stood before the khaki-clad Douglas MacArthur on the deck.

Johnson then took them below to visit the engine rooms, sleeping quarters, and other interior compartments, some of which were normally off-limits to tourists. Chris and Buck navigated easily and comfortably, instinctively ducking, stepping over, and otherwise maneuvering through the tight, packed spaces and avoiding the head-bangers and knee-knockers of the small doorways, ladders, etc. Josiah and Nathan occasionally forgot to duck however and ended up with a couple of bruises on the forehead, while JD tripped a time or two because he was too busy looking around to watch where he was stepping.

Once they finished the tour, the group headed back to the deck and then ashore. Back in the van, Johnson drove them the short distance to the U.S.S. Utah memorial. The Utah was a WWI battleship that had been turned into a target ship and gun trainer during WWII. It was sunk on battleship row, along with the other vessels anchored there, but due to its low priority value, the Navy had abandoned the attempt to salvage it and left it on it's side where it lay. Like the Arizona, the wreck rested on the shallow bottom where she sank, rusted metal and a plaque the most notable things visible. Compared to the Arizona's 1,777, only 60-something sailors died on the Utah, but the bodies hadn't all been retrieved, so like the Arizona, the Utah was also considered a war grave. It couldn't be entered, and wouldn't have been safe even if allowed, but it lay so close to shore that it was easy to see. The memorial stretched out into the harbor from the island in an L shape. It was considerably smaller than the Arizona one, but was also of white marble and held the etched names of the sailors who perished on the ship and ended only yards from the mostly submerged vessel. The bottom was so shallow, that part of the side of the ship did rest above water however. A plaque had been placed on the hull in the 1950s, and was visible from the memorial, though it took binoculars or a zoom lens to read it.

There was absolutely nothing attractive about the wreck now, the part above water simply appearing to be the rusting hulk it was. But the men were reverent as they took in the ship's appearance, solemn at the thought of the remains that were entombed within the decaying hull. A few plants had somehow gained a foothold on the metal and added a incongruent green element to the vision, that was somehow also positive. Life in the ruins, as it were. That close, it was possible to tell that the ship was much larger than she looked from a distance, her length actually being 521'. They all took a couple of pictures of the wreck from the memorial, the lieutenant informing them that modern navy vessels still docked at the nearby berth, providing some interesting photo opportunities when one was in port.

Johnson next took them to the Pacific Aviation Museum, which was located in two seaplane hangars that had survived the attack. Deciding they were ready for lunch, they headed to the restaurant first. Since it was around one, and visitors had to be accompanied by a member of the military, there wasn't much of a crowd, so they were quickly served. The lieutenant took the opportunity to ask Chris and Buck questions about their time in the teams, which the two answered as much as possible without giving out information that was still classified. The rest of the men listened, fascinated, as the three talked. Little was said about the actual details of the ops, though the rest did discover that SEAL Team Seven had taken out several high-value targets in the time Larabee commanded it. Vin contributed a bit to the conversation, his Ranger background putting him in the same category as the two Special Warfare members.

When they finished eating, the group headed for the museum. A short film on Pearl Harbor started off the tour, followed by interesting interactive exhibits, many with sound, etc. There were vintage aircraft, including an authentic Japanese Zero situated in a realistic diorama setting. There were also six flight simulators that let visitors experience what it was like to be a WWII pilot. JD, Buck, and Vin were the most enthused with the simulators, but they all took a turn. Larabee turned out to be quite proficient at the controls, leading the others to wonder if he'd had a secret stint as a Navy pilot, before Buck met him, that he hadn't mentioned. Wilmington and Tanner also proved to be surprisingly adept.

Once they were done with the aviation exhibits, they looked around the gift shop and purchased a few things. The lieutenant then gave them a quick tour of the rest of Ford Island, including the original airstrip that was no longer used since it was too small for modern military planes, and the air traffic control tower, etc.

When they were done, Johnson asked if they had time to run to the commanding officer's headquarters, as the man wanted to meet Larabee if possible. It wasn't quite three, so Chris agreed.

Arriving, Lt. Johnson escorted the group inside. He'd taken the liberty of providing dress uniforms for both Chris and Buck in case they wanted to use them for a few photos. The two agreed, heading into a nearby restroom to change.

Chris' chest was decorated with an impressive array of ribbons when the tall form stepped back out. Plus, the uniform made the striking figure look even more authorative if possible. The gold trident insignia glinted in the light as the lean form moved with a graceful and commanding tread, followed by his long-time Lieutenant, Wilmington, who looked handsome and assured as well, awards gleaming on his chest also. When Johnson said he hoped he got the medals right, Chris just nodded and winked at him.

The pair stopped to let the rest and the lieutenant take a couple of pictures, then they followed the other man to the office of the base commander.

The man came out and greeted the two SEALs, and then the rest of the group. When he asked if Chris and Buck would join him for a photo, the pair agreed. Lt. Johnson took the requested shot, Larabee and Wilmington looking quite comfortable in the other officer's presence. Chris had the demeanor of a man who was a born leader and expected his orders to be obeyed. The base commander apparently saw that as well, displaying respect of the legendary team leader.

The men chatted a bit, and then Johnson took a couple more photos of Wilmington and Larabee,Vin getting one that included the junior officer too. When they were finished, it was a little after three. Chris and Buck removed the uniforms and pulled on their civilian clothes, then the lieutenant took the group back to the visitor's center to get their van.

Climbing in the vehicle with Chris in the driver's seat, they headed back to the hotel. Since they had some time before getting ready for the luau the hotel had planned for that night, Vin suggested they take advantage of the free surf and outrigger lessons. The others unanimously agreed, so they headed upstairs to change into their swimsuits.

Coming back out quickly, they strolled to the beach. Vin and JD opted for the surfboards, but the rest of the group decided they wanted to do the canoes instead. Heading to the outrigger shack, the five of them chatted with the manager for a few minutes. The surf boys would negotiate them in and out of the break, but they could paddle as well if they wanted. Dividing into two groups, Chris and Ezra climbed into one of the 30' boats while Buck, Josiah, and Nathan hopped into the other. The surf boys (actually young men in their early twenties), assigned them their spots, then the two canoes pushed out into the water. They waved at Vin and JD, who were practicing climbing up on the surfboards in the shallow water just in front of the hotel.

When they reached the surf break, their guides positioned the canoes so that they lifted on the next wave and were born on the crest toward the beach. The experience was exhilarating, even Ezra whooping with pleasure and adrenaline as the two boats went flying along with the wave. Diamond Head jutted to their right as they headed to shore, Standish too distracted to take any pics with the underwater camera he wore on a lanyard around his neck. They slid smoothly toward the hotel, coming to rest in the shallows as the water eased up onto the sand. Riding the wave in the thirty-foot boat was an incredible rush, so they eagerly agreed to a second trip. The boys let them paddle part of the way, then took over the steering as they neared the break. Ezra snapped some pictures this time, getting the second canoe behind them, then Diamond Head as they got further out. All five whooped again with excitement when they caught the wave, the undercover agent filming a few seconds of video as they hurtled toward the beach.

By the time they headed out for their third ride, Vin and JD were paddling their surfboards out as well, instructor beside them. The group reached the break at the same time, all positioning themselves to catch the wave as it rolled toward them. However, the canoe flew gracefully on the crest while the two novice surfers got pitched off only a few yards in and had to paddle through the trough to reach the shore.

After a couple more trips on the surfboards, the duo decided to give up and opt for a ride on the outriggers instead. Chris and Ezra got out and let the two take their places. Soon they were whooping and yelling like the rest as the canoes made their final run for the group. The leader and gambler stood on the beach and took photos, Ezra videoing the incoming outriggers with Vin's camera as the boats slid gracefully toward shore.

They were all still excited, Dunne almost as hyper as he was after a bust, when they headed to the beach bar to grab a beer. It was when he went to bite down on a pretzel that JD discovered he had a small problem. Putting the snack down, he reached inside his mouth with one finger, a puzzled look on his face. Buck watched him in confusion.

"What's wrong, Kid?"

"I think I chipped a tooth when I fell off the surfboard that last time and hit my chin on it." The brunet was now probing at the offending object with his tongue.

Nathan gave him a concerned glance.

"Do we need to see if there's an emergency dental clinic somewhere?" One dark hand tilted the younger man's head so he could try to see inside his mouth, much to JD's embarrassment since people at the bar were now looking at him questioningly.

"No. It doesn't really hurt, just feels kinda weird. You know how when something happens, your tongue can't stop messing with it?"

Jackson finally got a decent look while the rest nodded in understanding of the dark-haired form's comment.

"Looks like it's a tiny corner of a side tooth. If it's not hurtin', we can find a dentist tomorrow and have him check it out." The medic patted the younger form's shoulder. "Let me know if it does start achin'. I've got some pain meds in my kit."

Black bangs flew as Dunne nodded, then one hand came up to swat Buck's fingers away as the ladies' man tried to get a look too.

"It's fine, Buck! It's not bleeding or painful, so get your mitts away from my mouth! You'll probably make it worse."

"Fine! Don't come to me if it starts botherin' ya later." groused the tall figure as he moved his arm and took a drink of his beer instead.

"Why would I come to you? Nathan's the medical professional. You're just nosey."

"Nosey? Humph!" Wilmington snorted in disgust, then deliberately turned his attention to a buxom redhead a few seats away. The rest shook their heads in amusement. They all knew if JD was really hurt, Buck would be the first one there.

Chris leaned forward to speak to the electronics tech.

"You alright for the luau, Kid?"

"Yeah, I'm really ok. I think I'll be able to eat as long as I don't get anything too hard."

Satisfied, Larabee drained the last of his drink and got lithely to his feet.

"We better head up and get changed, then. It starts at seven."

The rest of the team quickly finished their beer and stood as well. Buck's new lady friend said she'd be at the luau too, so the brunet happily followed the others to their rooms.

Coming back into the hallway a few minutes before seven, the men were quite attractive as evidenced by the approving looks they got from a couple of women who strolled past on their way to the elevator. Chris was attired in the black and green Aloha shirt he'd gotten the day before. The tall form paired it with casual black cotton pants and ebony leather loafers, looking striking as usual. The leis he'd been presented with when they arrived at the airport were draped around his neck, adding a festive air that, while somewhat unusual for the often imposing form, was very appealing.

Buck and Vin both sported fitted khaki pants with the colorful shirts they'd bought in the gift shop. Like Larabee, loafers covered their feet and their leis added to the festive look. JD was wearing looser khakis with his Aloha shirt and flower garlands, the deck shoes he'd worn earlier showing under the pant legs. Josiah was attired in gray slacks worn with his blue and white print shirt, the leis drawing attention to his broad chest. He too had on deck shoes, appearing casual but well-groomed. Nathan had chosen dark khakis that went well with his red and white shirt. Brown loafers adorned his feet and the colorful leis added to the island vibe that currently surrounded the powerful form. Even Ezra had a definite casual aura that was a bit unusual. The svelte figure had paired tailored steel gray pants with his ebony gambling theme shirt, black loafers like Chris' on his feet and the leis draped around his neck. He, Vin, and Chris were again discreetly armed, the backup pistols hidden at the small of their backs under the untucked shirts. The plant and flower themes in no way detracted from the seven handsome men's masculine appearance, instead seeming to heighten it, if possible. They took a few pictures in the hall, and then moved to the elevator to head downstairs.

The luau was being held in the hotel's landscaped grounds, so it only took them a few minutes to reach the location. Long tables with floral cloths and ti and banana leaf mats held the buffet food. Smaller tables with more colorful material and ti leaf placemats sat spaced around the area, the water features, flowers and palms, and other accents giving the space a festive, very tropical feel. Tiki torches and strands of themed fairy lights were scattered around, growing brighter as the sun sank toward the ocean only yards away. Candles in tiki-statue holders graced the tables, along with hollowed-out coconuts filled with flowers, and fanciful fruit arrangements with pineapple parrots, melon blossoms, etc. The chairs were covered with blue, orange, and yellow cotton, some of the floral material like the tablecloths tied around them. Each place setting had souvenirs and favors lying beside the silverware, and tropical-themed confetti was scattered over the surface. The dishes were in bright colors, and the wine glasses glittered in the flickering light. Musicians with native-style drums, ukuleles, and guitars played Hawaiian music, and there was an area set up for hula dancing and the Polynesian fire-knife displays that most hotels had incorporated into their luaus.

The striking group from Colorado attracted their usual amount of attention, the women who were already around the tables watching the seven handsome men with interest, a few absently fanning themselves with napkins or their hands. Even the male guests were eying the figures, since while appearing relaxed and amiable at the moment, the air of barely contained danger and obvious power of the forms was definitely noticeable. The combined effect was as if the men had an invisible shield around them. The group were all friendly and appeared to be having fun, but there was no doubt that any overt threats would be dealt with swiftly and competently.

A few minutes after seven, the host from the hotel got everyone's attention, gesturing to the buffet and inviting the guests to fill their plates and find a table. He explained about some of the traditional foods, like the kalua pork and the ever-present poi, which was a paste made of pounded taro root that was basically rather tasteless unless eaten with something rich or powerfully flavored. There were also several types of local fish; Big Island beef; seafood; dishes made from island-sourced vegetables; and piles of fresh tropical fruit.

When the food was ready, Chris' group got in line with the rest of the guests to fill their plates, which were more like platters. They all got some of the roasted pork, succulent prime rib, seafood, the bundles of steamed fish and taro leaf, rice balls, salmon salad, etc. They also all got Blue Hawaii, Mai Tai, or other tropical drinks in the spirit of the event, and were soon laughing and joking as they ate. The woman Buck had met at the bar was seated nearby with several other ladies, so they flirted some with the attractive men.

The musicians continued to play, and as it got darker, the fire-knife dancers made an appearance. The acts were impressive, the talented figures twirling the flaming torches incredibly close to themselves and with amazing dexterity.

When the visitors had finished their dessert, the hula dancers took the impromptu stage. The women were professionals, and the movements were fluid and graceful and their lovely smiles never wavered.

Once the thirty minute show was over, the entertainers invited the audience to come join them for some casual dancing. Wilmington immediately jumped up, followed by some of the ladies from the next table. Once the music started, Buck swayed and swiveled in his best Presley impression, big hands on the undulating waist of the lady in front of him. The musicians did a song from Blue Hawaii, and Buck sang along, sounding admirably like the King as he crooned to his female companions. The audience got into the act, clapping and singing along, more of them getting up to dance in the aisles between the tables.

When the song ended, the musicians segued into Aloha-Oe, and the women motioned for Chris and the rest of the team to join them. The fire-dancers ranged out on the sides and the women clustered around the Colorado group, all swaying to the lovely tune and singing if they knew the words. The torches of the male dancers added to the ambiance of the tikis and colored, themed lights, giving the whole space an almost dreamlike air. One of the hotel employees videoed the activities, offering copies of the footage to the participants when they were done.

The team stayed until about nine-thirty, dancing, chatting, and finishing their drinks. Ezra and Vin had sent a few pics and some video to the Judge and Mrs. Travis of the interactions with the hula dancers. Evie was now determined to have a luau party when the group got back home. This news caused the blond leader and sniper to roll their eyes in resignation and Buck to practice his hip swiveling, while the rest just sighed at the news.

At about 9:35, the team decided they were ready for a walk along the beach. This time they strolled in the direction of Diamond Head, taking their time, wading and chasing each other in the shallow part of the warm water, enjoying the lights and snippets of music as they walked along. They got some hot Kona coffee at a stand that was still open, sipping as they strolled. A few of the shops along the beach were still open, so they ambled in a couple and bought a few things, having them delivered to the hotel so they wouldn't have to carry them. Then turning around at Kahala Beach, near Duke's Canoe Club, they wandered back to their hotel.

When they reached their destination, they all separated. The lady Buck had danced with joined him again, and the tall brunet disappeared in the direction of the bar. JD and Vin weren't ready to go to bed, even though it was now 10:30, so they went to check out video games in the small arcade the hotel sported. Nathan planned to skype with Rain, and Josiah and Ezra each voiced their intentions of soaking in their respective spa tubs. Chris was ready for some solitude, so he got a whiskey from the bar and then followed Jackson, Sanchez, and Standish upstairs. Strolling out on his balcony, the tall form dropped into the chaise and sat sipping his drink as he watched the lights reflecting on the gently rippling water.

By 11:30, the rest were in their rooms and all were soon asleep, looking forward to their next day.

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The next morning on their way down to breakfast, Nathan stopped at the front desk and got phone numbers for a couple of local dentists. Finding one who could see JD after lunch, he made an appointment for the younger man. The brunet was still doing reasonably well, having made it through the luau and night with little discomfort other than that his tongue was now getting raw from flicking over the broken area repeatedly. He did grimace once when he bit down on a particularly well-done piece of bacon as they ate, but said it still wasn't too painful overall. Jackson wanted the dentist to take a look however, then if necessary, Dunne could see his regular one when they got home. All things considered, the incident was fairly minor, so the medic was happy with the trip so far, though he knew better than to get too complacent. Chris also had a speculative look on his face, although nothing specific was troubling him at the moment. They planned to take a helicopter tour of the island after they ate, so he did intend for him and Buck to check the choppers over discreetly. While not pilots, both were good with engines and such, so should be able to tell if the machinery looked well cared for. His gut always told him to expect the unexpected when the group were together, so he usually heeded the feelings. He, Tanner, Wilmington, and Standish were also armed and Jackson had his med kit, so satisfied that they could handle anything that developed, he gave up on the mental checklist and went back to his meal.

Finishing a short time later, the men paid their bill and left money for Leyla, who had now served them several times. The team had overheard her pulling seniority on another waitress once, since the women were jockeying to see who got to take care of the handsome figures who were also generous tippers. Winking at the brunette as she said goodbye, the seven exited the restaurant and headed for the rented van.

Buck drove this time, since Honolulu had been a jumping off or drop off spot for several of his and Chris' missions, so both knew the area fairly well. Arriving at the helicopter tour headquarters, they parked and got out. The company had agreed to take up two birds at once, so that the whole group could experience the same sights even though four were in one 'copter and three in the other.

The friendly pilots had the helicopters ready when they stepped out of the office. Vin, Ezra, and Chris climbed in one while Buck, JD, Josiah, and Nathan went in the other, Larabee and Wilmington giving the choppers a quick once-over before getting settled. Everyone had been in them at least a few times, since they were used in the ATF, and the members who had been in the military were even more familiar with them. Vin loved heights, so the trip had been his idea, the slender form sitting next to the pilot with a huge grin on his face.

In just minutes, they were lifting off, the rotors causing the nearby palm fronds and bushes to sway in the downdraft they created.

The 45-minute Oahu tour took them over Waikiki first for sweeping views of the beach and ocean, then over Diamond Head to the beautiful windward coast, and around to the North Shore. The pilots gave narration as they flew, and the two groups had headsets so they could chat with each other in both helicopters. Chris and Vin were both entirely at home in the chopper, each leaning slightly out of the open doors to see better or point out something of interest. Ezra appeared to be enjoying himself, but wasn't quite as adventurous about sticking his head out as the other two men. Buck and JD were leaning and pointing as well, Josiah and Nathan smiling and chatting, but staying well in their seats.

They dropped down low enough to see the surfers and sail-boarders on the water in Kaneohe Bay and flew over Chinaman's Hat, the small island that was close to shore a little further up the coast. The pilot pointed out the famous Waimea Bay as they cruised over the now calm water of the North Shore, winter being the time that the huge, crashing waves that the surfers loved came in.

Next came a slow swoop over hot, dry Kaena Point, low enough to see a few endangered monk seals near the beach, but not enough to disturb them. The point, the westernmost tip of the island, was considered the 'jumping off point for souls' in Hawaiian culture, as they left this world for the next. They then flew over the ridge of the Waianae Mountains a few miles inland, coming up on Pearl Harbor from the back side, much like the Japanese had when they bombed Hickam Field.

The pilots descended to barely above the harbor, allowing the group to plainly see the entire outline of the U.S.S. Arizona where it lay on the sandy floor under the turquoise water. Figures on the memorial that spanned the ship were visible, as the choppers hovered for a few minutes in homage to the sailors still entombed in the vessel. The wreck of the U.S.S. Utah was easily seen as well, and a modern Navy ship was now berthed at the adjacent pier, creating a surreal photo op, as the Lieutenant on their tour of the base had suggested. The U.S.S. Missouri looked huge, even from the air, as it sat in line along Ford Island, much as the vessels would have been lined up on Battleship Row in 1941. The entire experience gave a broader perspective of the tragedy, and of the island, helping orient them. And while the close-up visits of the Pearl Harbor memorials had made the distant events seem more personal, the aerial view gave the group an even better feeling for what it must have been like overall that balanced out the experience.

Landing back at the helipads, they thanked their pilots and handed the two men tips in appreciation of their work. The guides had detoured a couple of times to show their passengers sights not normally included in the tours, having found out that Chris and Buck were former Navy and that most of the group were avid outdoorsmen. That had also allowed for some excellent photographs, the team quite happy with the experience.

It was too early for lunch and JD's appointment wasn't until 1, so they decided to head for the marina and spend a little time at Ala Moana Beach park. A protective reef made Ala Moana basically a ½ mile wide saltwater pool. The water was very smooth and had no waves and was perfect for wading, swimming, and stand-up paddle boarding. A peninsula on the Waikiki side, called Magic Island, had shade trees and paved walks and there were even a couple of small ponds, since Waikiki was once a swamp area before it was drained and built up. There were showers and toilets and food and drink offerings as well, making the park a popular place.

The men changed into their swimsuits and happily waded out into the bathwater-warm lagoon. Since there were no waves, it was quite safe to go all the way out to the barrier, so they swam and dove, enjoying the calm expanse and bright sun. JD borrowed a board and paddle, and he and Vin practiced the stand-up paddle surfing for a bit as well, the duo laughing as they fell off and then climbed back up on the board to try again. Even on the smooth lagoon, it wasn't as easy as the locals made it look.

A few minutes before 12, the group dried off and pulled their clothes back on. They decided to find one of the ubiquitous food trucks that plied Honolulu and the surrounding areas and get plate lunches so they'd be sure to be done by the time Dunne was supposed to be at the dentist.

Finding one not far from the marina, they all ordered the Hawaiian plate. It came with kalua pork and cabbage, poi, salmon-and-tomato salad, chicken long rice, and macaroni salad and was very reasonably priced. They also got some green mangos pickled with Chinese five spice to try for dessert. They settled at one of the picnic tables the truck had set up outside, chatting as they enjoyed the meal. When they were done, they stopped at a pharmacy so JD could get toothpaste and a brush, the kid figuring the dentist wouldn't be impressed if he came in with food stuck in his teeth!

Making their way to the office, Buck parked the van. Jackson got out to accompany Dunne inside, the rest staying in the vehicle since there was no need in taking up too much space in the waiting room. Plus sitting reading months-old magazines or playing on their phones would just be boring.

Opening the windows to let the warm breeze in, they looked around and took a few pics of a couple of interesting buildings nearby and the glimpse of ocean they could see in the distance. Vin was zooming up on a tall gleaming high-rise across the street when he lowered the camera a second, frowned, then looked through the lens again. The action caught Chris' attention.

"What's up, Tanner?"

"Saw a flash of light up on the roof, like the sun hittin' a rifle scope…" He snapped two or three pics, then handed the device to the blond. Vin was a trained sniper and had spent quite a bit of time looking across at other shooters in the course of his military and law enforcement careers, so if he thought he saw a rifle scope, Chris had no doubt that he did.

Focusing on where the sharpshooter pointed, the hazel gaze peered into the viewfinder. Sure enough, as he watched, the sun glinted on something glass at least seven stories above. If it hadn't been near the edge of the roof, neither would have been able to see it, but there was definitely something there that was too small to be a window or anything else of that sort. The camera was then passed to the other team members as Chris and Vin studied the area around them. As they examined everything, an expensive car turned into the parking lot, stopping at the entrance to the dental office to let two well-dressed men out.

Buck was currently watching the roof across the way and he got Chris' attention.

"Hey Pard, the light moved just a little when that car drove in."

Vin looked speculative. "Might mean whoever's up there changed angle a bit to focus on it…"

Larabee considered a moment, then pulled out his phone.

"Might be nothing, but I'm gonna call the HPD and let 'em know what's going on." The rest nodded in agreement.

The blond looked up the number, not wanting to dial 911 in case it was nothing. When he explained why he was calling, he was put through to the current officer in charge. Once Chris identified himself, the man was interested in what he had to say and didn't dismiss the inquiry. Asking for the license number of the car that had pulled in, he quickly looked it up. Finding it belonged to one of the federal judges in the city, he became even more concerned.

"Judge Kono is currently presiding over a drug trafficking trial, but it was recessed for the afternoon so he could take care of a personal appointment. The man being tried is a foreign national with lots of money and personnel on his payroll. He practically threatened the judge and prosecutors when the trial started, saying they would never get to convict him. That can be taken a number of ways."

Larabee nodded. "We're here. Want us to check the roof out and warn the judge?"

"If you would, I would greatly appreciate it. It might be a coincidence, but better safe than sorry, and it will take my people fifteen minutes or so to get there even if I send them now."

"Alright, we'll see what we can find out and report to your officers when they get here."

Agreeing, the captain hung up to dispatch a couple of unmarked cars. Chris explained what was happening to his men, Josiah and Ezra getting out to go warn the judge and protect him if necessary. The other three calmly exited and then jogged across the street, keeping out of the line of sight of whoever was on top. Finding the door to the structure, they entered. It was apparently an office building, but judging from the mostly empty board listing the tenants, was currently sparsely populated. There was no communal front desk, so the trio made their way to the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. Josiah had the camera with the zoom lens and was now situated at the front window of the dentist's discreetly keeping an eye on the light flash on the other roof and reporting to Chris via his cell.

Reaching the seventh floor, Larabee, Tanner, and Wilmington got off and began searching for a way to the roof. Finding an exit that led to the space, they paused while Chris checked with Josiah. When the profiler said that he could still see the flash, the three made sure the door to the stairwell wasn't alarmed, and then quietly took the steps two at a time, pulling their weapons as they did so. Buck again made sure nothing would go off when they opened the portal to the roof, just in case the suspected shooter had entered another way and not already disabled any alarms.

Motioning that it was okay, the explosives expert stepped out first, crouching and moving silently to the side so he could cover the leader and sniper. Once all three were out, they paused a minute to check out their surroundings. Vin pointed to the air conditioning unit near the edge that he thought their quarry was probably hiding behind. Seeing no other threats or obstacles, the agents began moving in a low zig-zag pattern toward the target location, the sound of the A/C covering any slight sounds they might make.

When they were a few feet from the unit, Chris made a motion with his hand and the other two spread out, Buck going to one side while Vin flanked Larabee on the right. Easing around the air conditioner projection in a crouch, all three stopped once they were on the opposite side. Sure enough, a dark-garbed figure was prone on the roof, rifle set up on a tripod. He apparently hadn't heard them, but caught a glimpse of movement as they raised their guns. Surprised, the shooter turned, leaving his rifle where it was, but pulling a pistol from his back as he did so.

Chris yelled "Federal agents! Drop your weapon!", not really expecting the suspect to heed his words. As anticipated, the other man simply aimed at the blond, who was currently a step closer than Tanner and Wilmington. Larabee in turn aimed at the man's arm, wanting to question him, not kill him. When the shooter's finger twitched just a fraction, Chris pulled his trigger, ducking immediately afterward.

The man in front of the lean form howled in pain as Larabee's bullet struck his wrist, making him drop his pistol. However, he'd already squeezed his trigger as well, the shot barely missing Chris as the tall figure dropped to one knee. Buck and Vin moved cautiously toward the perp once his handgun was on the ground, Vin finding a loose metal bar nearby and sliding it toward the sniper rifle. The piece hit the stand and knocked the larger gun out of the shooter's reach. Now growling in frustration instead of pain, the man eyed his guns, realizing the agents would have him before he could get to either.

Chris knew it as well, so he rose and took a step forward, barking for the figure to put his hands on his head and just stay still, Wilmington inching closer also while Tanner covered them. The would-be sniper eyed the determined expressions on his opponents faces, then glanced down to see two unmarked cars with blue lights flashing in the grill pull into the parking lot across the street. When four armed forms stepped out of the autos and turned to look up in their direction, joined by two more from inside the dental office, the man made a decision. Turning his back to the three on the roof with him, he slipped over the edge, grimacing as his injured wrist refused to support him.

Larabee and Wilmington were closest, so they dove to catch him. Going to their stomachs, each reached over and grabbed one of the man's arms, the form grunting in pain when the blond's fingers latched onto his bleeding wrist. The figures below rushed into the street, caught up in the drama high above.

Not as afraid of the cops as he was his boss, who would get someone to take him out even in jail just to keep him quiet, the shooter started twisting and pulling in the grip of his would-be rescuers. Chris and Buck tried valiantly to hold on, but the jerking motions got the brunet off balance, sending his head and shoulders over the edge as well. Larabee had to use his left hand to grab Wilmington's belt, the distraction causing him to loosen his hold on the perp enough to let the man yank his arm free. When the shooter's weight all went to Buck's hand, the explosives expert was forced to turn loose or be pulled all the way over.

Chris managed to hold on to Buck, pulling the lanky figure back securely onto the roof. The duo then cringed reflexively as they watched their antagonist's body hit the pavement seven stories below. The disturbing sound carried to them, Vin joining them in peering downward. Amazingly enough, the man made little noise as he plummeted downward, apparently convinced he was saving himself from an even worse death.

Nathan rushed forward to check the body, but it was obvious even to the trio above that there was no use. The locals called the medical examiner, then bent to go through the twisted figure's pockets to see if they could find anything of use, but with little hope. Soon the sound of sirens echoed in the distance as more people converged on the scene, two of the Honolulu officers ushering back inside those who had rushed out to see what happened. The other pair whisked the judge and his bodyguard into his vehicle and escorted him away, but not before he thanked the agents on the ground for their timely intervention.

On the roof, Vin checked both Buck and Chris to be sure they were okay. The ladies' man was understandably shaky and had a sore wrist and shoulder, but was otherwise unharmed. Larabee had blood on his right hand and his arms were aching as well from the force he'd used to try to hold onto both the jumper and Wilmington, but the other man's bullet had missed him by an inch or two, so he was basically alright too. All three were quiet as they replayed the fate of the would-be assassin. Even when it was a criminal, a death bothered them all, and this one especially would be etched in their minds for some time. Unfortunately, they were all used to such lethal endings however, so would eventually recover even mentally, though they would never forget the scene.

Tanner helped the other two up, then all three headed slowly down to the seventh floor and the elevator. When they stepped out on the first level, their teammates and two of the local LEOs met them. Nathan as expected checked them over thoroughly, ignoring the trio of 'fine' answers he got. He made them sit down on a nearby bench and sent JD to get some bottled water. The dentist had put a temporary crown on the kid's chipped tooth, just so that he wouldn't have to worry about food and such getting into the opening, so the brunet was okay and totally shocked by what had transpired outside while he was in the treatment room.

While Jackson examined them and they sipped on the water that Dunne brought, the three agents gave their statements to the locals. All were sober and subdued, giving their descriptions with almost clinical precision. By the time they finally finished and made their way outside, the coroner had removed the body. Each deliberately avoiding looking at the spot since they weren't the ones tasked with searching for evidence. Vin told the CSU people where the man had been positioned on the roof so they could check up there as well, though he'd seen nothing himself that would be of any use.

The police captain had arrived by the time they made their way back to the van. He wanted to thank them personally for their help, very appreciative that they'd been so observant and decided to follow up on what they'd seen. He'd also spoken to Judge Kono on the phone, the man adding his own praise for the agents, who had most likely saved his life.

"Kono is apparently a friend of your boss, by the way." the captain added as he prepared to get back into his vehicle. "When he found out from your two men inside who you were and where you were from, he mentioned that he'd attended a couple of conferences with Judge Travis. He's planning to call him and tell him what an amazing team he has and how grateful he is for your intervention."

A chorus of groans escaped the seven at that news. Larabee shook his head.

"Great. Now I'll have to expect a call from Travis so I can give our side of what happened. He's never gonna let us hear the end of how we can't even go on vacation without trouble finding us, though I'm glad we were here to help." The captain gave a grin in understanding, then waved as he pulled away.

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An hour later, Chris was indeed on the phone with Orin Travis. The conversation lasted over half an hour, the older man speaking to Buck and Vin as well, to be sure they were actually alright. He ended by having Chris put him on speaker for a minute so he could tell the whole team 'well done', followed by a stern admonition to try to stick to less dangerous activities for the rest of their stay. All murmured in agreement, though it was a trait of Team Seven that if they saw something that needed attention, they couldn't not involve themselves.

Hanging up, the assistant director shook his head, then rested it in one hand. Heaven help Hawaii since it was now being done Mag 7 style!

By DMA