McGarrett made it back to Iolani to find a frustrated Duke Lukela. The fugitives were still no shows and searching the area around Chinatown and Hotel Street was proving difficult. No one seemed to know anything, or if they did, they weren't telling.

"Most of that area is slated for urban renewal, only the historical society stepped in. They want to keep the area as original as possible. Some of those buildings are over a hundred years old. Which means there are rooms that aren't going to show up on plans or blueprints, that is even if the plans are still available."

"Isn't that the same area you said would benefit from urban renewal by flamethrower?" McGarrett asked, pouring a cup of black Kona coffee.

"The same. It would be a vast improvement."

"How's it going with the Coast Guard and the FFA?" McGarrett asked.

"Every boat and every plane off this Rock are being searched, so I know they haven't left the Island. They've got to show themselves sometime. I can't see Big Chicken and Collins holed up for very long. Chicken loves his creature comforts and Collins is going to be looking for someone to beat up. We need to find them before someone gets hurt."

"I'm with you on that one," Steve said.

"How'd the raid on the prison go?" Duke asked.

"Got everyone on the list, including the warden. That's one we can add to the win column. I've got Chin and Kono going over Chicken's cell as only they can. The warden lawyered up the minute he saw the warrant. He's probably going to try to make a deal with the feds. He doesn't want to end up in his own prison. How'd it go with Walker?"

"He's on suicide watch at Queens."

"Heard you talked him out of suicide by cop." McGarrett said.

"Didn't want anyone hurt, was all." Duke said, shrugging.

The only time I've ever seen him nervous was the day he asked me for Lu's phone number, McGarrett thought. He does what he has to be done and he does it because it's the right thing to do. I need about a dozen just like him.

"Steve," Jenny called from across the room, "I've got Colonel Dale on the line. Says he needs to talk to you."

McGarrett and Duke exchanged glances. "I'll take it here," McGarrett said, taking the phone from Jenny's hand. "McGarrett."

"Sorry to bother you, Steve, but have you seen Sgt Alden and Sgt Yablanski. They should have been back from lunch over an hour ago. I tried calling but neither of them are answering their cell phones."

"I haven't seen Maggie since this morning. Could you hold for minute? Thanks." He hit the hold button. "Duke, have you seen Lu today?"

"Not since around four this morning. What's up."

"Don't know yet." He took the phone off hold. "No one here has seen them since this morning. What's going on?"

"Sgt Alden had a doctor's appointment at Tripler this morning and Sgt Yablanski went with her for moral support. They were suppose to have been back after lunch, around 1300. Only it's 1430, no one's seen them, and they're not answering their phones. I've know those two for years and they've never done anything like this before. It's highly unusual to say the least."

"Thank you for calling, sir." Steve said. "If you hear from them have them call me or Sgt Lukela at once." He handed Jenny the phone for hang up.

"Steve," Duke said, face pale. "What's going on?"

"Maggie and Lu never got back from lunch and they're not answering their phones. Colonel Dale was calling to ask if we had seen them."

Duke closed his eyes for a brief moment. "This is not happening," he said.

Steve's cell phone rang, followed almost immediately by Duke's.

Maggie's name popped up on the caller ID.

"Maggie, baby, where the hell are you?"

He heard Duke in the background, "Kukana, what's going on? Colonel Dale just called."

"Isn't that just about the sweetest thing you ever heard. Big, bad tough cops worried about their lady friends," Big Chicken said in the same smary tone McGarrett had come to loathe, each word carefully spaced and enunciated. "Such pretty ladies. It's a pity what's about to happen to them. The only thing that keeps this from being a perfect moment is Officer Williams' little sailor is off the Island and we couldn't get to her. For now, anyway."

"If you hurt either of those women, I will hunt you down, Chicken. Put Maggie on the phone, now!"

"As you wish, I'll even be nice enough to let Sgt Lukela talk to the big blonde. I know places where she'd fetch top dollar, even at her age."

Chicken held the phone to Maggie's head. "Say something nice to your boyfriend and I won't have to hurt you. Same goes for your big friend." He held the other phone to Lu's.

"Steve," Maggie said, "I'm okay."

"We're coming to get you, baby. As soon as we can."

"Duke, I'm fine," Lu said. "They haven't done anything yet."

"They'd better not, either. It's going to be okay, Kukana, I will find you."

"That's enough conversation for now. Don't want to run these batteries down. Isn't technology grand? When the party really starts, its going to be over an open phone line. So you can hear. And you know the best thing of all is you can't trace a cell phone. No wires to run down, just a signal that you'll never find. Isn't that wonderful? Ciao, Mr. McGarrett, Sergeant Lukela." Chicken ended both calls.

"Danno, get on the phone to the cell company and find out where the last two calls originated from. See if you can find which tower they were bouncing off."

"You got it." Danny said. "He's wrong about not tracing cell calls. It can be done, it just takes a while. As soon as I'm done here I'll see what the lab can arrange."

"Duke, you going to be okay?"

"I will when I know she's safe."

"I'm putting out APB's on both of them." He went over the the radio. "Central, this is McGarrett. I've go a Red Alert for the following people. Sergeant First Class Margret Alden. Last seen around noon at Tripler Army Hospital. She's 37 years old, five foot one, about 115 pounds, green eyes, long silver hair, braided and pinned up, wears glasses. Last seen wearing a Class A Army uniform. Hold please. Duke, you can give a better description of Lu than I can."

Duke nodded and took the mic. "The next person is First Sergeant Susan Yablanski, also last seen at Tripler Army hospital. She's 43 years old, five foot eleven, about 140 pounds, short blonde wavy hair, blue gray eyes. Last seen wearing a Class A Army uniform."

He passed the mic back to Steve. "Put a BOLO out on a yellow and black '95 mustang convertible. That's yellow with a black ragtop. Hawaiian Honor plates with a Bronze Star and Purple Heart, plate number MNHUNE1. Find that car and find those women."

"Now what?" Duke asked.

"We keep searching. And we wait." McGarrett went to his desk, sat down, and leaned his head against the back of his chair. "She had a doctor's appointment at Tripler this morning. To talk to a fertility specialist. She wants to be a mom. That's all, she just wants to be a mom."

"Susan went with her in case it was bad news. Maybe it wasn't."

Danny came in a few minutes later, alarmed at Steve's pale face.

"Traced the call back to a tower in Chinatown, and that's as close as I can get it for now. I'm having Maggie and Lu's phone records subpoenaed. That's about the only way you can get at them. I'm getting warrants to put a trace on your phone, Duke's, and both of theirs. I have a feeling Chicken is going to call again. When he does, keep him on the line as long as you can. If the signals bounce off enough towers, we can find him."

"Do whatever it takes."

Jenny buzzed through with a call from Chin. "Put him on," he said.

"Boss, we found the PI report. It was hidden in Chicken's cell."

"Good work. Now get it here."

"On our way," said Chin, "and you ain't gone like it at all. Neither is Duke. We'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Don't go nowhere." Chin snapped his phone shut and took off, tires squealing as he raced out of the prison yard with sirens blaring.

They didn't even bother to knock when they made it back to Iolani. Chin, wearing a pair of surgical gloves, was clutching a box that he dropped on McGarrett's desk. "We found this behind a baseboard. Nice little hole. Probably been there a while. Kono put his foot through the wall. The guards got kinda shirty about that."

"Yeah," Kono said, "Like it my fault they got a prison full of criminals."

"Opened up with the size thirteen door key. What we got, Chin?" McGarrett asked.

Chin passed over the box. "You need to put some gloves on, it hasn't been dusted yet."

McGarrett grabbed a pair of surgical gloves from his desk and slipped them on. He opened the box, staring at the contents.

"Damn." he said, sitting down and taking a deep breath. He tossed a set of gloves to Duke. "You're gonna want to look at this."

There were pictures. Lots of pictures taken by a camera with a very good telephoto lens. Pictures of Maggie, pictures of Lu. Pictures of them at work, out shopping, running PT. The pictures that were really getting to McGarrett were the ones obviously taken at the party at their house. Pictures of Maggie's sister Vinnie talking to Kono, pictures of Lu and Duke dancing, pictures of the Rose Warriors, pictures of Steve dancing with Maggie. Pictures of Mary Ann dancing with Tom. Pictures of Danny dancing with Beverly, of Chin and Jenny's kids running around the yard and down to the beach.

More pictures. Pictures of the house. Pictures of Maggie's car. Pictures of Lu's car. Pictures of Maggie and Steve walking on the beach at sunrise. Pictures of Lu and Duke taken at the beach off Diamonhead at night, the pair of them sitting on a blanket, just holding each other. A picture of McGarrett carrying Maggie into the house. Someone had taken a red marker and scrawled the caption "these two fuck like bunnies" on the photo. Pages of notes, Maggie's schedule, Lu's schedule, Beverley's duty schedule from the Navy, old duty rosters, lists of places they shopped, where they brought gas, what grocery store they frequented, where they got their nails done, where and when they did their banking, what branch of the post office they used. Pictures of Lu at Duke's house, pictures of Lu and Duke kissing on the front porch. Pictures of Duke's kids and their cars.

There were copies of Lu's, Maggie's, and Beverly's service records, including a copy of the orders assigning Beverly to Quantico for training. High dollar surveillance bought you lots of information.

Duke was quieter than usual, never a good sign.

"Whoever did this was good," Kono said. "This is all high end stuff. We need that kind of surveillance capability."

"This is all illegal," Duke said, quietly. "It's an invasion of privacy."

"What it is is scary," Kono said.

"Too scary." McGarrett said. "Kono, get this to the lab and then call the DA. I want to know how much of this is illegal and what I can do about it. I want Pacific Investigations shut down. Make it happen."

"On it, Boss," Kono said. He gathered up the pictures and papers, packing them all back into the box they had arrived in.

Danny came in a few minutes later. "Steve, the MP's from Ft Shafter found Maggie's car. It was parked at the post print shop with the alarms going off. Been there for a couple of hours before anyone bothered to check on it. Keys are still in the ignition."

"Let's go. Duke, you coming with us?"

"Try to keep me from it. MP's aren't trained for crime scenes."

The Mustang was parked under a tree, top down. Lu's beret was on the ground by the passenger door, along with a her ribbons and one of the first sergeant's chevron's from her collar. Maggie's beret was was lying on the driver's seat and her jacket had been kicked under the car. Paper samples from the portfolio provided by the print shop were blowing across the parking lot. McGarrett had called in the lab crew and two squad cars with HPD officers to comb the area for any clue as to what happened.

McGarrett found Maggie's shattered glasses by the driver's door. From the looks of the lenses, they'd hit the concrete hard and had been stepped on. Her sunglasses were on the floor under the steering wheel, still in their case. "It looks like whoever grabbed them did it just as they got back to the car."

"No tire tracks on the concrete," Che said. "Maybe I can get a partial shoe print off the glasses, but don't count on it. I had the car cleaned before I sent it home. I didn't think Maggie would have appreciated all the finger print powder. It should be fairly clean of any prints other than hers, Sergeant Yablanski's and the tech who drove it home. Anyone else is going to stand out."

"Then tow it to the lab. Find the prints, because I've got to find her."

"I know, Steve, my prayers are with you both."

"Thanks, Che. Now get me those prints."

Che nodded and called for a tow truck.

Danny was inside, interviewing the clerk.

"Yeah, I remember those two. Kinda hard to forget. Like that old cartoon, Mutt and Jeff. One of them was tiny and had this Southern drawl you could cut with a knife, the other one was tall and built. Curves for days." The clerk was an elderly Japanese man with a fixation for tall blondes.

"Do you remember what time they came in?" Danny asked.

"Just before noon. I was getting ready to close for lunch when they came in. The little one wanted to know how much lead time she needed for wedding invitations, cause she was going to have to move the date up, on account of the baby."

"What?" Danny asked.

"The baby. They were going to get married on his birthday in December, only now they were going to have to move it up to hers in October. Cause of the baby. Guess she still wants to fit into that white dress." The man chuckled at his own joke.

"Shit." Danny said, closing his notebook. That was one bit of news he didn't want to deliver to his boss.

Compton and Marks were helping at the crime scene, picking up and bagging any bits of evidence they could find. Compton saw the three by five card caught in the floral border of the curb. He carefully picked it up by the corner, read the front, and nearly dropped it.

"Crap." he said and went to find Sgt Lukela.

"Sgt Lukela," he said after he found Duke instructing a pair of MP's in proper crime scene procedure. "Man, I don't know what to do with this. I'm not giving it to him."

"Robbie, what are you talking about?" Duke asked.

"This, man. It's from the hospital." He gave Duke the card.

Duke read the message printed on the front. "You did a good job, Robbie." Duke said, giving Compton a pat on the back. "I'll let him know."

"Thanks, Sergeant. I'm sorry to hear about your girlfriend. She's tough. If anyone can survive this, she can. My money's on those two women."

"I'll keep that in mind." He walked over to where McGarrett was waiting by his car.

"Find anything useful?" Steve asked.

"Steve, you better sit down for this one." He gave Steve the card. "Compton found it in the bushes. He didn't want to tell you. This is not how you should have found out."

McGarrett was staring at the card. He sat down sideways on the big Mercury's front seat, long legs out the door. "Maggie's pregnant. She's going to have my baby. This is time stamped for this morning. She didn't even get a chance to tell me. Duke, I've got to find her."

"We'll find them, Steve." Duke said.

Danny joined them. Steve was sitting with his head down, staring at the card. "You okay there, Steve?" he asked.

"Maggie's going to have a baby. We didn't think it was possible. We're going to be the oldest parents in the car line at kindergarten."

"Steve, you are not making any sense," Danny said. "We've done all we can here. I'm having the lab pull the footage from every security camera in the six block radius from here to Tripler. With luck we'll find something. Let's get back to Iolani and find those creeps. And I'm driving. You look like you're about to pass out."

Chicken was having a good time going through the names in Maggie and Lu's phones. He had at his fingertips every contact number Five-O had as well as more from the Army. The big blonde's held several unpublished numbers for HPD, and as a bonus, her daughter's and ex-husband's. Chicken loved the idea of psychological torture. He'd used it many times in maximum security. Break a man's mind, and their body was yours to do with as you willed.

He hit the speed dial button. The voice on the other end said "Lu, what the hell. You never call on Monday or this late. What's up?"

"You must be the charming sergeant's ex-husband. So nice to meet you. You see, I've got your ex wife and her friend here. I wanted you to know that whatever happens to them, it's all McGarrett and Lukela's fault." Big Chicken loved to gloat. He'd gotten good at it over the years.

"Who the hell is this?" demanded the voice on the phone.

"Just someone who's going to make sure those two get what they deserve. Too bad your ex has to suffer for their sins."

"What the hell are you talking about and how do I know you've got her? You could just have her damned phone."

"Oh, I'll be most happy to let her speak to you. But only for a minute, as she may say bad things about me that simply are not true." He held the phone up to Lu's face. "Talk to the man and I won't hurt you or your little friend there."

"Andy," Lu said. "Call Duke Lukela and Steve McGarrett at Five-O." she managed before Chicken snatched the phone away and slapped her hard across the face.

"Bad girl," he said, "Look what she went and made me do. I wouldn't pay any attention to what your ex wife said. She's been carrying on with Lukela for some time now. Pity, fine woman like her with that Hawaiian street cop. She should know better. Ciao." He hung up the phone.

They got back to Iolani to find Kono waiting.

"I got a warrant and a cease and desist order to close down Pacific I&S, Boss. Your's isn't the first complaint against them. The AG has wanted to go after them for a while. All he needed was evidence." he said, looking grim. "I want to deliver it myself. Got a HPD chopper standing by."

"Go," McGarret said. "Bring the owner here for booking in case he's got friends on the Maui police force and is thinking about calling in favors."

"On it." He ran out the building to the chopper waiting in the parking lot.

"Sgt Lukela," Jenny said, "There's a Lieutenant Colonel Yablanski on the phone for you."

"That's Susan's ex husband. I'll take it here." He took the phone from Jenny's hand. "Lukela."

"I just got a call from a man claiming he's holding my ex wife and her friend hostage. I'm betting he's talking about Maggie Alden. Is this true?" The voice had a slight European accent that Duke couldn't place.

"Unfortunately, yes. We're trying our best to locate them."

"Who's got them?" Yablanski asked.

"Two thugs who were recently released from prison and a lowlife with a DD from the Navy. We're doing our best to find them. We will find them. I have to find Susan," Duke said.

"The one doing the talking said you were having a thing with her. Are you?"

"It's more than a thing, sir. I'm going to marry her. Susan makes my world a better place."

"Yes, I suspect she does. Do me a favor and put McGarrett on the phone."

"Steve," Duke said, "Lieutenant Colonel Yablanski wants to talk to you." He handed Steve the phone.

"McGarrett," he said.

"I know you by reputation. Former NIS, occasional CIA operative, da yadda, da yadda, all around good cop and basic hard ass. Someone's got Lu and Maggie Alden. I'm going to help you get them back. A hostage rescue team should be arriving at your office about now."

The sound of squealing tires and and slamming doors floated up from the parking lot. Then the sound of boots on the ground.

"The man in charge is Captain Peterson. He's a good troop. Trained him myself."

"We appreciate the help, sir, only we haven't managed to locate them."

"You have to do it soon. Check your email. There's a classified report about both those two you need to see. What it says is they won't back down. They can't. It's not in their makeup. They won't cooperate with the kidnappers and the first chance they get they'll strike back. You need to get to them before that happens, because they will die before they give in to a threat."

"I know the monsters holding them. They're animals. It's only a matter of time before those creeps try something unspeakable."

"You need to get to them before they do. If you don't, it's going to be bad. They've both got cell phones. As soon as I'm off this line, call Johnathan Kaye and tell him I said to turn on Archangel."

"What's Archangel."

"Classified. Just know it works. This Lukela, is he a good man?"

"One of the best."

"Good. Put him back on the line and call Johnathan."

McGarrett handed the phone back to Duke.

"Lukela," Yablanski said. "About ten years ago I fucked up a situation so badly there was no way to unfuck it. That's when Lu divorced me. You're already one up on me. She let's you call her Susan. I never got to. Find her. Call me when you do."

"Will do, sir. And thank you." He gave Jenny the receiver for hang up.

McGarrett went to his office, picked up the secure phone, and dialed Johnathan Kaye.

Kaye picked up on the third ring.

"Jonathan, this is Steve McGarrett. I've got two missing Army sergeant's. I just spoke to Lt Colonel Yablanski. He said to turn on Archangel."

"You just spoke to Andreaus Yablanski? This must be serious. What two army sergeants are missing? And, officially, there's no such thing as Archangel."

"The two women missing are his ex wife Susan and Margaret Alden. They're both stationed out at Ft Shafter. They were snatched around noon today. We've got to find them. I have to find them."

"Maggie Alden, Micheal Alden's widow, and Yablanski's ex? This is not good."

"He said to turn on Archangel. Whatever the hell that means. If it means finding them, turn the damned thing on!"

"How do you know those women?"

"Damnit, Jonathan, I don't have time for questions. Maggie's my fiance, and she's pregnant. I need to find her and find her now!"

"Fiance? When did this happen? You got the cell phone numbers for those women? Give them to me."

McGarrett gave him the numbers. "What good is that going to do? We've got traces and trackers on ever tower on this Rock trying to pinpoint their location."

"Yes, but you don't have Archangel, even if it did exist. Give me about half an hour. I'll have the location for you. And, Steve, this is highly classified. The only reason I'm doing it now is as a favor to you and Andreaus, and because Micheal Alden wrote the damned program." He hung up the phone.

McGarrett sat there, staring at the receiver, then he shook his head as if to clear it. His brain shifted into cop mode; he was ready to go to work.

He booted up his computer, checked his email, and found the report sent by Lt. Colonel Yablanski. Part of it were blotted out, but the facts were there. In 1988 then Sergeant First Class Yablanski and Staff Sergeant Alden attended an anti-terrorism class sponsored by the Special Forces Unit stationed at Bad Toltz, Germany. It was a two week long class highlighting the current list of terrorist organizations operating in Europe and the Middle East, their ideology and their tactics, as well as classes on what to do in case of an attack. The top two students from each class were then selected for further hands on training, the catch being they weren't told they'd been selected, had no idea what was about to happen, and were to be abducted off the street, as if it were a real terrorist kidnapping. Maggie and Lu were the top two in their class. They were abducted from a department store in downtown Munich at ten in the morning. They were suppose to be held for up to a week, depending on how long it took to 'break' them. Instead, it was called off after two days. What the operatives running the classes hadn't expected were two women who'd fight like cornered cats. The exercise was halted after what was suppose to be a simulated rape. Lu hadn't been told it was simulated, and when the operative had whipped out his wedding tackle, she had retaliated with a move commonly known as the twisting peach plucker. She'd ripped one of the man's testicles off in the process. Maggie, who's hands were cuffed behind her back had a more direct approach. She'd gone for the other man's throat with her teeth. He'd almost bled to death before they got him to the hospital. After that the French operative had christened her 'La Petite Loup Garou', the Little Werewolf.

The psyche profile done afterward indicated that both women were strong minded, intelligent and inventive individuals who were resistant to damned near any type of coercion other than drug therapy. Staff Sergeant Alden was one of the few subjects ever to be classified as immune to hypnosis. The CIA and various other alphabet agencies had tried to recruit both women after that. Lu's response included a reference to the horse they rode in on and Maggie's was a simple acronym: FOADB*.

No wonder Hardin ended up on the floor with a size five military pump in his ear.

He printed a copy of the report and gave it to Duke.

Duke read it and smiled. "That's my Kukana."

Steve's secure line rang. "McGarrett," he said, hoping like hell Jonathan had information he could use.

"81 North King Street. It's an abandoned bank building. It's built like a damned fortress. I'm having the plans sent to your office now. Good luck."

"Thanks, Jonathan. I owe you a big one. When do you tell me what Archangel is?"

"I don't. It doesn't exist. Officially." he hung up.

*Fuck off and die, bitch.