Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii 5-0 or any of its character.

A/N: I know I said it would be Sunday, maybe Monday before I got the next chapter up…well it's Tuesday here in Ireland but it's still Monday in USA…and it's only Monday lunchtime in Oahu!

Michael and Tommy were not impressed that their presence on the island had already been discovered but decided that they'd continue with their plans anyway. Tommy wondered what this Five-0 was, his information was a little outdated from his source and he hadn't been to the islands for a while. But he didn't think his data could be too different to how things were.

He had been given the name of someone to contact about possible weapons and decided he' d be as well to go touch base sooner rather than later after this latest "issue."

So he and Michael got into their rented SUV and headed to Ala Moana to locate one Kamekona. Tommy's only Intel from his contact back on the mainland was "he's big; you'll know him when you see him…think he owns a food truck."

Pulling into the car park, Tommy looked around and laughed when he saw Kamekona clearing one of the tables. He had no doubt that this was the guy he was looking for.

Turning to Michael he said, "Come on, that's our guy."

The pair strolled over to the truck and started looking over the menu. Finally Tommy looked up at Kamekona who was back in his truck.

Kamekona greeted his new customers, "Aloha, what can I get for you today?"

"Can we get two garlic shrimp, two bottles of water and a look at your Tropical menu?"

Kamekona paused for a fraction of a second. He hadn't heard that code word in some time.

"Eh where did you two fine gentlemen hear about my tropical menu, it's not for every bodies taste?" he asked.

"Well let's just say news of such a menu travels well across water and while on the islands we were advised to drop by."

"Bruddah, why don't you take a seat and I'll be over to you in a few."

Kamekona was in a real fix, it was rare that he was stumped as to what he should do. He had gotten out of supplying guns a long time ago. He still had most of his stash but didn't consider himself in that line of business anymore. He found it all a bit `ano`e.

Deciding to go along with the two men for the moment, he gathered their food and walked over to the table.

"My truck here's legit so don't have my menu with me. I need a little more info thought before we do any deals, lot of crazies round, you know?"

Tommy looked at the big man and was starting to have second thoughts; he had been assured that this was the guy to go to. "Hey look, we can take our business elsewhere, we were just told you were discreet and could handle things quietly but look if you're not up to the job…" They had a hand gun each but if they wanted to set up shop, they needed more firepower than their little pistols.

"I never said that. Sure bruddah, I can handle dis. I just like to be careful." Kamekona replied.

"Ok. We'll continue with you… for the moment," Tommy said. "Actually you might be able to give us some information. Our man on the mainland seems to have some outdated facts."

To this Chi growled "Yeah some very expensive useless info!"

"Look, how was I to know that it wasn't up to date. I didn't see you objecting at the time. It's been a while since either of us were here."

Kamekona had to suppress a snort as he listened to these two con-men, thinking of his two favourite h`aoles, though he daren't call Steve a h`aole, not to his face anyway.

Tommy turned from his row and continued, "Anyway we need to find out some things. We just want to see will we stay and maybe set up shop for a while. What's the law enforcement really like round here?"

Kamekona was now really starting to panic and felt he needed to contact McGarrett but yet thought it might be wiser to play along for a bit longer.

"They alright," Kamekona replied succinctly.

"But what about this Five-0 deally. How good can they really be, I mean, there's only four of 'em."

"Well, they the best," Kamekona replied loyally.

"The little blond one's not so hot," muttered Michael.

"What you say?" asked the big man, starting to really worry that something may have happened already.

With that Tommy's phone rang, answering it he turned away but Kamekona managed to hear what he was saying.

"What?...Damn it, I thought you said it was ok till tomorrow…ok we'll be back in about 15 minutes, 20 tops…we'll move him then…oh ok so it's only till that lot is taken…we can put him back then…fine, see you shortly…don't worry, I'll sort that out. Right, good bye."

Turning back to Kamekona, Tommy stretched out his hand, "I'm sorry, we've to cut this short but something has come up. We need to, eh, sort out some short term accommodation for a friend but we'll be in touch real soon."

He and Michael then walked away towards their rental.

"What's going on?" Chi inquired.

"Seems the pineapple shipment had been moved up, so we got to move our little friend, but just till the chill is empty. We can put him back then. This may all work out quite well," Tommy grinned.

Neither criminal noticed the big shrimp man taking out his cell and sending a very short text – Jersey ok? Shrimp truck ASAP!

Back at HQ, Steve was pacing like a caged lion. How could this have happened? The coffee shop was probably the safest of the four stakeout locations and yet Danny was abducted and they had no idea where to start looking. Just about ready to explode, a beep from Steve's phone drew his attention. The smiling head of Kamekona appeared on the screen with the critic message – Jersey ok? Shrimp truck ASAP!

Kamekona knew something. Steve left HQ at a run, with Chin and Kona struggling to keep up with him.

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`ano`e – Strange, funny

I hope I managed to get Kamekona sounding someway right…I knew there was a reason why I hadn't put him in any story up to now.