***** This chapter contains scenes of violence and torture *****

It was dark when the group arrived back at the warehouse.
They sat around the table and ate deli sandwiches and chips while they planned out their moves for tomorrow.
They had ten rental homes they needed to check out and they were all exhausted.

Although none of them believed that Wo-Fat would return to the warehouse, to be safe they decided to take turns staying awake. Wade and Chin were going to take the first four-hour shift standing guard and then they would wake Danny and Brad. Before Catherine could even argue with the men, Danny said "Cath, don't even say it…you need to sleep. You've been through a horrible ordeal and you need to rest. We've got this okay?"

She looked into the eyes of each of the men, and nodding her head she said softly, "Thank you all for everything you've done"
Danny stepped to Catherine and embraced her as the others placed the sleeping bags onto the floor and moments later as Wade and Chin watched over them, they were soon sleeping.

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A few miles down the road Wo-Fat and his henchman sat in the kitchen of the mansion having left their captive alone in the darkened cellar. The house belonged to businessman Fumio Sakura. Sakura had been a friend of Wo-Fats' Father since their teen years and his home was always open to his 'nephew'. Sakura was in Japan on business and he was totally unaware of the criminal activity occurring at his Oceanside mansion.

Wo-Fat had decided to keep very few of his cartel family involved in this personal mission of his and it was now clear to him that his four men at the warehouse had either been killed or captured. When Detective Williams had arrived with McGarrett he knew that they probably had additional back-up surrounding the warehouse and he had transitioned quickly to his Plan B and evacuated with McGarrett. The plan had called for his men to secure the warehouse and then meet up with him at the house…..but they had separated hours ago. Time was now an issue. He knew how dedicated Catherine and Williams were to McGarrett and if his men had been captured, one of them could give up his location. He had been thinking about this and he knew he had to move to Plan C because he couldn't risk being captured.

Steve McGarrett would have to die. He would have to pay for the sins of his Mother. As he moved to the counter and prepared the poison that would end the Commander's life, he prayed that with the death of her beloved son Doris McGarrett would feel the pain and torment that he had felt since she had taken his Father from him.

He would still find Doris and he would kill her, but that would have to wait…
She would know that he would return to finish her off and while she waited for their final showdown she would be tortured by the knowledge that she had not only been responsible for her husband's death, but now also her son's.

After writing the letter to his true target, he picked up the syringe and made his way back outside to the root cellar.

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In the cellar Steve had been struggling with everything he had in him trying to free his hands. His left wrist was bleeding badly as the rope had cut through his skin. He also continued to constantly wiggle his feet and he could feel the ropes around his ankles had begun to loosen.

He stopped moving as the door above opened and Wo-Fat descended down the steps.
As the light came on, Steve squinted and stared at his captor.

Wo-Fat looked at him coldly saying, "You have one final chance Steve…..no more games. Where can I find Doris?"
"I told you, I don't know…..and even if I did, I would never tell you"
Wo-Fat smirked before saying, "I believe you Steve, and because of that continuing here is futile. I have written a letter for your Mother that I will leave here. She WILL die because of what she did, but until I can get to her I will assure that her life is a living hell. The worst thing I can do to Doris at this point is to kill you. She will now have to live with the reality that you died because of her actions. She will be tortured with that fact until the day she dies and when her day comes, she will again be begging me to kill her and this time I will oblige"

Steve's eyes then moved to Wo-Fats hand and the syringe he held. He pulled at his horribly pained shoulders as Wo-Fat motioned to his thug who began to pummel Steve's chest and abdomen with his fists. Wo-Fat stood back and watched as blow after blow reigned onto Steve. After a dozen body shots, the large man struck Steve across the jaw with such force that his head snapped back. The beating went on for more than ten minutes before Wo-Fat instructed the man to cut Steve down.

As the rope was cut Steve fell to the ground and as he gasped for air Wo-Fat brutally yanked his arms down in front of him. Steve cried out in pain as his left shoulder was pulled out of socket.
"OH FFUCK…."
Wo-Fat then turned to his thug saying, "Hold him"
Steve was naked, tied and helpless as Wo-Fat plunged the needle into his hip. Steve felt a horrible burning sensation as the liquid entered his body and began to spread.

"What in the hell was that? Tell me what in the hell you gave me"
"I've poisoned you Steve"
"With what?"
"What does it matter? You will die and that is all you need to know"
"You said I deserved to know everything"
Wo-Fat grinned evilly, "Fine Steve…you will die from ricin poisoning. As you know, there is no cure for this. You will bleed internally and your organs will fail. It will be slow and very painful and I am certain that your devoted friends will give Doris all the details of your demise"

As his henchman continued to hold the SEAL firmly to the cement floor Wo-Fat untied his feet. He then attached a leg iron and chain around his ankle and secured the chain around a nearby gas pipe. Wo-Fat then said coldly, "I am leaving the letter for Doris and the key to free you on that table over there" He pointed to a table about sixty feet away and then he continued, "I have taken your partners number from your cellphone and I will call him in half an hour with your location. You are not a bad man McGarrett, but your Mother is bad and unfortunately you must pay for that"

Motioning to his man to leave Wo-Fat then moved to the table, setting down the letter and key.
Steve had fought through the pain and had rolled over onto his right side. As Wo-Fat reached the bottom of the steps Steve called out, "This doesn't end with my death. MY TEAM WILL KILL YOU, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!"
The evil man replied "For their sake, you had better tell them not to search for me…good bye Steve"

As he heard the cellar door close above him, Steve gently eased back onto his back.
He moaned softly, "Shit McGarrett…"
His mind was racing as he stared up at the ceiling, 'Ricin…damn it, ricin…..this is not going to be easy. I've seen victims who have inhaled ricin and died due to respiratory collapse. I know the symptoms from ingestion and they sure aren't pretty. I've never heard of it being injected though...damn it"

A tear slipped down his cheek and he closed his eyes. He was freezing cold and God he hurt. His head and shoulder were throbbing, his back hurt, his wrists and ribs hurt. His hip hurt horribly at the incision site and his legs, groin area and abdomen were burning as the poison moved though his body. Wo-Fat said he was going to contact Danny and he believed him. This animal found a perverse satisfaction with human suffering and the fact that he wanted him to die in the midst of his friends, so they would have to watch him suffer, was yet another sign of that perversion.

He knew he had to try to escape on his own though. He knew that ricin symptoms begin to appear within four to six hours, and that death could occur as soon as thirty-six hours after exposure. He had noted that the chain holding him was only about six feet long and he wasn't going to be able to reach anything. He had to free his hands and feet which meant first he had to set his shoulder.

He screamed in pain and his breathing was rapid as he rolled onto his side again, "Come on McGarrett…do it"
He was shaking with pain and after sucking in two deep breaths he threw himself back onto the hard, cement floor. His guttural scream echoed off the walls of the small room and his head hit the floor as the pain pulled him into unconsciousness.

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