A/N: Mahalo again for reading and for the lovely reviews! Hope you enjoy this next installment.

The rancid smell of burnt rubber drifted into the nostrils of one detective Steve McGarrett and the group of HPD offers. The twisted metal wreckage of the two vehicles were piled on the road. The
Honolulu fire department had spent the better part of the last hour extinguishing the flames. A daunting task lay before Che Fong and his team of forensic examiners to pull apart the smoldering heap. It was almost night fall and the road was cordoned off to preserve the
evidence.

"How long will it take Che? Steve's tight lipped question was directed at the specialist who shook his head.

"I don't know Steve. Most of the wreckage are still too dangerously hot for us to handle. It may not be until the morning that we can start pulling the apart. Paramedics and the fire department did manage
to retrieve two bodies from the truck and the remains of another from the van."

"What are the chances of any survivors, Che?"

"Impossible Steve. The fire was too intense. I doubt there would be much left of the unfortunate victims but charred remains. So far we can't even identity whether the fatalities were male or female. All we know so far is that one of the vehicles is a prison transportation van. Judging from the intensity of fire damage, I'd say some kind of highly flammable chemical was involved."

"Thanks, Che. I'll come back first thing tomorrow." Steve thanked the forensic examiner and turned to face the oriental detective. "Chin. Find out who Oahu State Prison was expecting to be transferred there. We'll need to inform the families of the officers in that van about this tragedy. "

"On it, Steve!" Chin's wearisome face disappeared in between the swarm of HPD officers at the scene, leaving Steve to his thoughts.

H50

As they quickly made their way into a quiet part of the city of Honolulu, the three men kept their eyes alert for any policemen. They needed to find a car, and get out of town as quickly as possible. After finding the keys in the dead cop's pocket, they worked their way to free themselves of their restraints. They kicked the door open, and escape the prison van on the abandoned road before the explosion, and before anybody saw them. Out of the five prisoners, the three escapees knew their time was short, for they wanted to play it safe, and not let anybody see them for long. Fortunately for them, they had been in route to the prison, and since they hadn't made it there, they were still in the civilian clothes. They were grateful for this fact, for prison uniforms would be a dead giveaway that something was amiss.

The apparent leader of the trio calmly told the other two that they needed to find a car to steal, and that car couldn't be something that would easily be missed. It wouldn't take the cops long to put the pieces of the puzzle together, and realize the strange coincidence between the prison van explosion, and a car theft. At the moment, they needed the fuzz to think they were dead.

The three split up, walking at a distance from one another, yet keeping each other in sight. Suddenly, the leader of the group stopped as he watched something from across the street. The other two were behind him, but the didn't stop. Both kept walking, even passing their leader, but they both stopped shortly in front of him.

"Look." The icy-cold voice directed, nodding at an old, rusty VW Bug that had once been a soft yellow color. The car seemed to have an aura of abandonment lingering to it, and the men knew they had found their ride.

One of the two, paler men walked across the street. He looked both ways, but not for safety concerns, he looked to make sure that no one was out an about to see him. When he was sure it was safe, he knelt down on the ground, reaching up to feel underneath of the car. He frowned in concentration, and began to worry that they might have to try and jump-start the little car, when his hand grazed a tiny, magnetic box. He grinned as he pulled it away from the body of the car, and looked inside. There was a key. He looked over to his partners and nodded triumphantly. He stood up, and slid into the driver's seat.

The remaining two walked across the street, and got into the Bug as well. The car took off down the road, and the men began making their way out of town.

The tense expressions each of the men had worn on their faces, began to dissipate, and they were replaced with more relaxed and victorious expressions. The leader of the group even let out a vicious laugh, as the car edged its way up a steep hill.

"Well boys, we did it." He stated, and was met with deep chuckles in response. "Now, what do you say to getting a little revenge on a couple of cops, eh?"