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Chapter 3

SFPD, Bureau of Inspectors, 850 Bryant Street, San Francisco, 1972

Mike paced the cramped office of Captain Rudy Olsen, his hands buried in his pockets, deep in thought.

"Mike, this is a very delicate case. We're not just dealing with a bunch of kids illegally selling fire arms." Olsen sighed heavily as he sat behind his desk, a pen in his hand.

"Don't you think I know that? I'm sorry. I just wish someone told me. We're talking about one of our own, here. I just can't believe someone from this department is leaking information." Lieutenant Stone stopped in his tracks and faced his boss.

"How do you think I feel Mike? Look, let's just wait until Williams regains consciousness. He may have enough to warrant arrests and close down the operation." Olsen reasoned.

"It could be his cover's blown!" Stone cut in.

"We don't know that yet. Maybe he was hurt when a deal turned sour and he got caught up in it. Now, you said that Steve told you Detective McGarrett is on his way?" The captain arched his brow inquiringly.

"That's right. I checked the flights. He should be here sometime tonight. My guess is he'll check in at The Inn on South Van Ness Avenue. It's close to the hospital." Mike replied.

A knock on the door broke the tension. "Come in." Olsen called out.

"Sir. Lieutenant, Steve's on the phone. He says it's urgent." Inspector Tanner announced when he opened the door and peered inside the doorway.

"Go ahead, Mike." The aging captain dismissed his Lieutenant who nodded and left the office.

...

General Hospital, Potrero Avenue, San Francisco, 1972

The young Inspector waited at the phone booth, the receiver pressed to his ear.

"Steve. Got some good news?" Finally Lieutenant Stone's voice issued from the ear piece.

"Mike, Danny Williams just woke up." Steve replied. He knew the next part of the news was not going to make his partner happy but he waited for Mike to respond.

"That's great buddy boy! I'm on my way…."

"Hold on just a minute, Mike. I think you better hear this first."

"What is it? What's wrong?" Stone's hopes were deflated at the discouragement in Steve Keller's response.

"I don't think Williams is going to be able to tell us anything. He can't remember what happened to him. Mike, he can't even tell us who he is or why he's in San Francisco!" Keller finished in a rush.

"You mean, he's got amnesia?"

"Yeah Mike. Doc doesn't know how long the condition will last. He says it could be temporary but there's a possibility it could be permanent depending on how serious the trauma to his brain is."

"Jesus. Okay. Stay there. I'll come and relieve you. I better get a couple of officers to stay at his door. We don't know if his cover was blown last night. If it was, whoever put him in the hospital is going to try for another crack." Stone's concern was verbalized through the mouth piece before Keller ended the call leaving both men in a state of unease.

...

Kajukenbo Dojo, Pine Street, San Francisco, 1972

Riley Griffin bowed to his opponent and Sijo, Sean Tate, a grand master of the martial art kajukenbo. The bout lasted a little over a minute and blood splattered on the floor from Griffin's nose. The class was dismissed and exhausted students headed for the change rooms. Tate waited for the dojo to empty of people then walked up to his favorite student, a well-built young man of twenty-four, and gave him a one armed hug. "Barker's dead." The black belt master whispered into Riley Griffin's ear.

"What? When?" Riley pulled away from his teacher, his face white as a sheet.

"The Snakes got him this morning. We have other problems. Our friend Wilcox is not who he says he is." Tate's tone was low and dangerous.

"A Snake, Tate?"

"No he's not. He's much worse. He's a cop. A detective. A Hawaiian detective!" Tate spat scornfully.

"Are you sure?" Riley's eyes were wide with shock and fear that he'd just led a cop into their midst.

"Are you listening or are your ears painted on? I just told you he's a dirty cop! And you brought him straight to us!" The kajukendo black belt's onyx eyes burned with hatred. He lashed out grabbing the front of Riley's gi and pulling him forward so that the frightened young man was inches from his face. "I want you to listen real good, kid. That cop's gonna blow everything apart! How much does he know?"

"Charlie and I took him to the warehouse near the Pier last night. He knows where we keep the stash. But he doesn't know you're involved, I swear! I thought we could trust him. Hell, I didn't know he was a cop, honest Tate! You gotta believe me!" Riley pleaded, his green eyes locked on Tate's fiery glare.

"Alright. We'll have to get the goods out of there, today! You better be telling the truth, Riley or you and Barker are going to have a nice reunion. Do we have an understanding?"

Riley gulped and nodded. There was no doubt in his mind that Tate would carry out his threat. He'd seen what the older man could do when pushed too far.

"Good." Tate's face broke into a sneer and he relaxed his grip on the younger man.

"What…what about Wilcox?" Asked Riley nervously.

"Let me deal with him. A cop with a bullet in his head is going to raise too much suspicion our way. Perhaps he might have an accident." The kajukendo master released his student and straightened his robes. "One more thing." Tate added as an afterthought. With an evil glint in his eye, he then shot his fist forward into the unsuspecting student's gut, doubling him over and bringing him to his knees. "I won't tolerate with any more blunders. Clean yourself up." Tate turned on his heel and left the winded student gasping on his knees.

AN - Trivia:

1)In response to reviews and PM's regarding my use of geographical locations, I take the time to do a lot of research as I do like to add some sort of realistic feel to my stories. I try to be as accurate as possible but please keep in mind I wasn't born in this era nor have I set foot in the US. Also I don't use any locations as a means of advertisement or discrediting. I will make up fictitious names of organizations if I feel it is going to be used inappropriately.

2) Kajukenbo is a real form of martial arts originated in Oahu, Hawaii in 1947. It was used to defend the locals from street crime, particularly drunken Navy sailors. It means : "Through this fist style, one gains long life and happiness". The style was brought to the mainland in the 1960's. The schools first opened in California. "Sijo" means grand master.

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