So I know that the last chapter wasn't the best...but we are progressing towards the whumping :D...What? You didn't think I would actually post a story that didn't contain some whumping... so bare with me for just a little bit longer. Though this story isn't exactly that much longer. I did have a hard time writing Kamekona, so I hope I nailed that part.
Thanks for reading!
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Steve and Chin were in Kahala setting up everything. Chin was busy fixing the camera's. The factory's old camera's were still working so Chin decided to get them to work again. He checked the monitor and was surprised to see that all of them were still working. He did need to fix two of them 'cause they weren't hanging at the right angle. He made sure the mic's were hanging on all the right places. There was one spot which he couldn't bug so he decided to use laser audio surveillance. The agents arrived a short time later. Steve had a meeting with them and the governor and told them their plan. Now it was the feds turn to hold their end of the deal. Agent Dawson took out the weapons and laid them on the table. Everything from automatic to semi-automatic, hand weapons, grenades and even an RPG. Darren took out the ammo as well. Darren walked around the factory and Steve inspected the weapons. His eyes fell on one of the weapons. Stupid incompetent assholes, Steve thought. He picked up the Sig Sauer and tucked it in his waistband.
"What are you doing, boss?" Chin asked through the comset.
"This is a late model Sig Sauer. No way in hell that Boris had this in his shipment. This model came out a few years ago. A few years after Boris died." Steve said.
"Good call. What about the ammo?" Chin asked.
"Seems fine. Nothing out of the ordinary." Steve said. He glanced at his watch and then at the agents.
"Everything is in place up here." Chin said.
"Good. Time to hit the sack. Take the agents with you. I'm going to stay here and keep and eye on the building." Steve said. Chin was already walking downstairs.
"Looks like we're all set up." Darren Dawson said as he looked at Steve. Steve walked up to him and handed him the gun.
"Next time make sure that the merchandize corroborates with the story." Steve said. Darren looked at the gun. Shit. Commander steel gaze was right.
"Yeah, honest mistake." Darren said. And at that moment Steve had restrain himself from decking the guy right there.
"This 'honest' mistake could've cost detective Ryan's life." Steve spat. He looked at Chin.
"Time to go boys. We'll be back tomorrow." Chin said as he got in his car. The agents did the same and they left. Steve went up to the control room. He looked at all the monitors and was happy with all the vantage points they set up.
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Joey woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. He had slept like a baby. The headache was completely gone. He looked at his watch. Eleven fifteen. He had slept nearly eleven hours. He had to focus on the op. Today is going to be the day that they nail Zhukov once and for all. He was feeling a bit nervous about the meeting. He got up and walked to the minutes later he came out wearing nothing but a towel. He dried himself and put on boxers and sweatpants. He heard someone at the door.
"Housekeeping." He opened the door in his bare chest, hair not exactly dry.
"Hey." Joey said as he looked at Kono in her maid uniform.
"Hey." Kono said as she looked at Joey. He just got out of the shower. His hair still wet and dripping onto his chest and unto the floor.
"How are you feeling?" Kono asked.
"A lot better. No headache for a change." He opened the door wider and walked back into the room. Kono smiled as she followed him in.
"Did you spoke to Zhukov?" Kono asked.
"No, not yet. I wanted to wait a few hours before making that call. Is everything set up?" Joey asked.
"Yes, Steve and Chin set up everything yesterday. The weapons are all there."
"Good. I'll call Zhukov and tell him 7pm at the old sugar cane factory in Kahala. That way you guys can set the perimeter and it will be a lot harder for Zhukov to escape." Joey said.
"Steve said to tell you not to take any risks. He wants you to wear a vest." Joey shook his head.
"No, if Zhukov spots that thing I'm as good as death." Kono walked to her cart and pulled out clean sheets. Inside the sheets was the tac vest. She handed the vest to Joey.
"Don't be stupid." Kono said to him.
"Fine." Joey grumbled. He took the vest and threw it on the bed. He pulled his suit out of the closet. It was the only way he could conceal the vest.
"You've got big plans." Kono joked.
"Yeah, it's the only way I can conceal wearing a vest. And besides if Zhukov decides to kill me at least I'll be looking good." Joey joked. He put on a shirt and his shoes.
"Where are you going?" Kono asked.
"The hospital. These stitches are really itching." Joey said.
"Maybe cause you're not supposed to let them get wet." Kono said. Joey smiled.
"Perhaps. I'll see you later." He winked at Kono and left.
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Joey drove to the hospital. He was being followed. He spotted the black SUV at the hotel. He pulled up to the hospital and got out. The SUV pulled up to the parking lot as well. No one got out so he walked up to the car. He tapped on the window. The window rolled down and there was Misha along with Krycek.
"Vsem privet, druz'ya." (Hello, friends) Joey said.
"Zdravstvuyte Arkadiy, vse v poryadke?(Hello Arkady, everything alright?)" Krycek asked
"Da, prosto proverka." (Yes, just a checkup.)
"Hey, what are you guys saying?" Misha asked.
"Nothing interesting. Tell Zhukov I will call him when I leave the hospital." Joey said as he walked away. He stopped and turned around.
"Oh and tell Zhukov I don't need babysitters. That is if he was serious about doing business." Joey said. Krycek and Misha nodded.
An hour later Joey came out of the hospital. The stitches were taken out. His head was fine, no post concussion symptoms. All in all, Joey was a happy man. He looked around the parking lot. No SUV. He got in the car and called Zhukov.
"Da Arkdiy?"
"Vasili, 7 v staroy sakharnogo trostnika zavoda v Kakhala. (7 at old sugar cane factory in Kahala.) YA poslal vam koordinaty. (I will send you the coordinates).
"Otlichno, uvidimsya segodnya vecherom." (Very well, I will see you tonight.)
Joey hung up the phone and drove to Kamekona's shrimp truck. He got out and walked to the big man.
"Howzit Kamekona?"
"Howzit haole, what can I get you?"
"I need a favor." Kamekona nodded.
"Follow me." Joey walked around the shrimp truck. He followed Kamekona to the deserted picnic table. Kamekona sat down and Joey did the same.
"What can I do for you?" Kamekona asked.
"I need you to be my middle man." Joey said.
"I heard about you being undercover. You were seen with a Russian guy." Joey nodded.
"Yeah Zhukov. Zhukov did business with Boris Ivanov. I happen to know for a fact that you and Boris did business together." Joey said as he looked at Kamekona. Kamekona stared at him and then nodded.
"Boris and I had a little agreement." Was all Kamekona said.
"Would you mind playing my middle man?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"I know Zhukov. He's going to ask how I got the container here. He knows that I have a contact here."
"You want me to be that contact?" Joey nodded.
"I can sell that to Zhukov. I can say that you met Boris through me. You managed to get the container here and that part is covered. I know Zhukov is still weary of trusting me but he really needs the weapons. Now the buy is tonight, and you don't have to physically be there but I'm pretty sure that he's going to mention it." Kamekona nodded.
"What about McGarrett and Five-0?"
"What about them? They have my back and like I said if I don't sell this story right I'm as good as dead. So what do you say?" Kamekona looked at him.
"Okay haole, I'll help."
"Thanks. Could you pretend to write something on paper and hand it to me. After I've left call Steve and let him know that I won't be able to make contact. Tell him Zhukov has put a tail on me." He shook hands with Kamekona and left.
Kamekona walked back to the shrimp truck. Once he was inside he called Steve and relayed the information.
Chin and Steve were waiting for Danny and the agents to show up. Kono was supposed to work till three and after that she would head this way. SWAT was also on standby. Although the team and captain Lou Grover didn't always see eye to eye, they were glad to have him aboard. SWAT was securing the perimeter. There was a little back road leading to the factory but only the locals knew that road. They don't expect Zhukov to know that road but rather safe than sorry. Steve glanced at his watch, 4 pm. He could hear a car approaching. He looked outside and saw Danny and Kono along with the agents.
"Hey, did you hear from Joey?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, he met with Kamekona earlier today. Zhukov had a tail on him." Steve said.
"Well, that's to be expected but how do we know that he's not in trouble?" Danny asked.
"He would've found a way." Steve said.
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Joey arrived at the hotel and saw Zhukov's men sitting there. He waved at them before he went upstairs. He laid down on the bed. He could feel the onset of a migraine. He took two pills and swallowed them dry. He took a short nap. After he woke up he could still feel the headache. Alright showtime. He got up and got dressed. He put on the vest and prayed to god that Zhukov wouldn't notice. He put on his black blouse and his black blazer. He looked in the mirror and shook his head. He looked like a waiter. A waiter in a very expensive suit. He laughed. He took out his cell and texted Zhukov with the coordinates. He went downstairs and looked around. No black SUV's and no one from Zhukov's organization. He got in his car and drove away. On every corner he checked his rear view mirror. No one was following him. He arrived at the factory and looked around. It looked quiet, deserted. He got out and walked inside. He saw movement in the shadows.
"Hey." Joey said.
"Hey, you good?" Steve whispered
"Yeah, where did you hid everyone?"
"They're all upstairs. Kono is somewhere hidden. SWAT is outside and your friends are with Chin in the control room." Kono was an excellent sniper from what Danny told him.
"Good, you should go before Zhukov arrives."
"Relax, you've got this." Steve encouraged him and just like that Steve disappeared like the ninja he is. Joey turned on the lights and looked at the guns splayed out on the table. He sat down on the chair and waited.
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