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Two Days Ago…
Sitting behind the varnished desk, Steve McGarrett, lead detective of Five-O, perused the newspaper column below a picture portraying three men and the bold headline "Three To Serve Life Term". The trace of satisfaction that justice had been served was seen through a flicker of a smile on his chiseled features. "Well, gentlemen, it looks like your hard work paid off," He looked up from the article, his cobalt blue gaze meeting each of the two pairs of watchful eyes staring back at him.
"Are we glad to see dem finally get what dey deserve, boss!" The young Hawaiian, Kono Kalakaua, replied. His chocolate brown eyes wide with contentment and a sense of pride.
"This was the toughest case I've worked on yet, Steve," Chimed in the shorter detective . The sparkle in his bright baby blue eyes, and the slight curve of his lips as he spoke, gave the impression of one much younger than the years he had actually lived.
"Thanks to you two, Judge Felton, can now make sure they are locked away for good!" Steve placed the paper down on his desk facing the two detectives before him and fervently planted his index finger down onto the black and white snap shot below the article's header. The photo image of the three ruthless men stared back at the detectives as Kono and Danny exchanged a furtive glance between them. Two of the men in the picture shared a rough resemblance of family relation. Both had squared jaws set in defiance against the law. Black pupils played a stark contrast to the pale shade of their faces. One of the men let his wild unruly hair fall past the nape of his neck, settling on his broad shoulders. The man beside him looked several years younger and with a short crew cut. The third of the trio was tallest and well-muscled. Darker skin tone and thick, luscious hair sat in neat waves atop his head and around his face. The individual looked neither haole nor kanaka. Had he not carried himself with such an air of arrogance, and a well-placed smirk upon his face, or stared with an evil glint in his eyes, the youngest of the trio could even be described as handsome.
"Take the rest of the afternoon off and I'll see you both back here first thing Monday morning," Steve announced.
"Thanks boss!" Kono's reply was followed with a wide grin that spread itself up to his eyes.
"You sure, Steve?" Danny couldn't mask the smile that had appeared on his face either.
"You've earned it. Both of you. Go on, before I change my mind!" Steve dismissed his men.
Nodding excitedly, both Kono and Danny left Steve's office, looking forward to their weekend for the first time in weeks. With the fine weather reported for the days ahead, there was a good chance they could catch some waves.
H5O
The blue van drove down South King Street, towards the run down Oahu State Prison, transporting five prisoners, it's driver and four police officers. The long drive from the courthouse was spent in silence except for the crackling of the CB radio. It was late in the day, the Hawaiian sun had well and truly past its zenith and descended towards nightfall. The grim faces of the prisoners within, spoke of deep hatred and despair. Handcuffed in their seats one man whistled a tune, while another lay his head back against the metal panel, his eyes closed, hope dashed from his pale face. Three others sat bolt upright as if ready to spring to action. Their eyes burning holes into the two cops sitting opposite them The officers tried to pay them no heed, though sweat beaded and ran down their faces. They weren't young and they had seen plenty in their careers. Yet they knew they sat with pure evil. Something that even years of experience could not ignore.
H5O
The small white truck continued its journey along North King Street. The driver took a long drag of his cigarette, tapping his hand on the steering wheel in time with the beat of the music blaring out of the speakers. His companion opened the window and gave a sidelong glance of annoyance as the smoke billowed into his face. "Those things could kill you, you know!" the wiry man in his 40's had to shout over the din of "Ain't No Big Thing," then waved his hand in front of his face, warding off the offending swirl of smoke.
"Yeah, yeah sure Ernie..and Santa is real!" The driver, a robust man in his mid-years replied gruffly and began to cough. When the spasm passed, the graying man turned his head and yelled,"Say Ern, hey Ernie , what d'ya reckon is in those tanks eh? I mean they looked like army stuff to me!"
"I don't know Vern. And I don't wanna know!" Coughing himself, the disgruntled passenger knew he wouldn't be heard no matter how loud he hollered.
"What?" Vern shouted, then shrugged when Ernie shook his head and did not look at him.
The chorus of the song had Vern singing and tapping at the same time. Ernie rolled his eyes exasperatedly and leaned out his window. The warm breeze hit him in the face, which did nothing to lighten his mood. He did not hear when Vern began to choke and a splutter incoherently. A coughing fit half drowned in the final round of the song's chorus, half a familiar episode Ernie had heard far too many times. It wasn't until the truck began to swerve dangerously across the road, heading into oncoming traffic that he whipped his head around and saw his companion in trouble. He grabbed hold of the steering wheel and attempted to get the vehicle back into the right lane. Vern grabbed his chest with one hand, his face bright red and screwed up in pain. He was clearly gasping for air, and through the pain and the haze his eyes began to bulge, as he made out a sharp bend in the road ahead on one side, and a sheer drop on the other. He still had the wheel gripped in one hand, and in one sudden movement, he tugged it hard.
"No Vern! Let go of the wheel!" Ernie's panic made his voice rise in pitch and volume. He tried to wrench the wheel out of Vern's grasp but the larger man's growing distress only made him grip the wheel all the more harder and steering them wildly on the road. "Oh my God!" Ernie cried out as Vern pressed down hard on the accelerator.
H5O
"What the – " Officer Daniels hit the breaks as he came around the corner. The last thing he and his partner saw was a white truck heading straight for them. The sound of squealing breaks and the crash of metal and glass rang through the Hawaiian air.