Danny turned away from Steve, trying to keep some semblance of control. The sight of both Ryan and Ocean trying to sneak off through the back door shattered what little was left of it. "Where the fuck do you two think you're going? Sit your asses down, or I swear to God I'll shoot you in the kneecaps!"
He turned around to glare at his partner. "And you'd better put all of your WMD's away and get back here in under a minute, or you'll find them shoved so far up your ass that you'll be tasting the gunpowder for a week!"
Steve looked confused, but one quirk of Danny's eyebrows had him hurrying to the garage. Danny sat down, sighing tiredly and looked up at the two men sitting across from him. He was really not amused to see them grinning. "What now?" He said in an angry growl.
Every trace of humor vanished from their faces. "Nothing, it's just that you look a lot like Turk, but you're much, much scarier… It's amusing, actually, up until the time when we start fearing for our own safety, of course." Rusty said, hoping not to get Danny even madder.
Danny ran a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt movement at his side and looked up to see Steve fidgeting. "Danno?"
Danny glared at his partner. "Sit down already, would you? So these two fine gentlemen can finally tell us what the hell is it that they want to steal, and from whom they want to steal it, then we can decide whether to arrest them, help them or shoot them, in which case you'll be in charge of disposing of the bodies…"
Steve sat down quickly, not wanting to provoke Danny any further. Danny nodded and turned to the other two men in the room; with a wave of his hand he motioned them to start talking.
Rusty looked at Ocean, and at his nod he started talking. "Well, Terry Benedict doesn't exactly have money issues, he has a considerable collection of valuable objects, some acquired through the regular channels, auction houses and the like, and a number of objects that were acquired through less traditional channels…"
Danny lifted his eyebrows. "Such as?"
Rusty shrugged. "He's been known to commission certain objects; most of these objects are his trophies. Pieces that represent his superiority over old adversaries…"
Danny sighed. "Is there a point to this long winded story on Benedict's hoarder tendencies?"
Rusty sighed, rolling his eyes. "Two months ago, one of his trophies was stolen. Some of his sources informed him that the person that stole it might have stashed it here in Hawaii. Unfortunately, they also brought his attention to the Governor's task force, more specifically to the last of the group of people that had assisted him in previous occasions, or at least to a man who looked exactly like him."
Danny dropped his head tiredly, and felt Steve's hand squeezing his shoulder. "What is it that was stolen from him, and why would they bring it to Hawaii?" Steve really didn't like the look on Danny, so he wanted the story to keep moving along. There would be time to ask about Danny's lookalike later.
Ocean smirked. "There is no better place to hide something than in plain sight."
Before Steve could react, Danny had jumped from his seat and was grabbing Ocean by the lapels of his jacket. "At which point in our short acquaintance did I make it look like I enjoy people beating around the bush? Huh? Would it be too difficult for you to just go and say what the fuck was stolen to that Benedict bastard?"
Even though both Steve and Rusty were standing behind Danny, ready to stop him before he went too far, Danny Ocean was not a foolish man, so he was reasonably concerned for his well being if he made the story longer than he already had. "Queen Liliʻuokalani's diamond neckless!" He said in an almost steady voice.
Danny released him, looking at Steve. "There is a Queen of Hawaii?" He said, with a confused expression on his face.
TBC...
A/N: Well, first of all... Happy new year!
Second, I'm sorry this is so short, but I felt that unless I posted this soon, I wouldn't bother to keep fighting through this story... So here it is.
Third, I still plan to continue this story, so bear with me... please?
Fourth, I don't know much about Hawaiian culture. Actually I don't know much about Hawaii other than it's an island (a few of them, I know) and that they're kind enough to let us know whenever there is a tsunami alert in the Pacific. So... I hope I won't offend anyone talking about their (long deceased, according to Wikipedia) Queen, and I would really appreciate it if anyone could either confirm or deny if there is still a Queen of Hawaii.
And last, but not least, thank you very much for reading, and I hope to see you again soon!