Being Five 0, exposes Danny to a plethora of new experiences. Some of them good, some not so good and others, well let's just say those are placed in a secret file cabinet he keeps in his head labeled "another crazy ass predicament my partner has gotten me into today."
The whole General Pak, save a ruthless dictator from a bunch of former Navy morons turned guns for hire, experience is wrapped in bubble wrap, taped, placed on a layer of packing peanuts, surrounded by more packing peanuts, box sealed shut, completely covered in duct tape, placed in another box, which is also filled with packing peanuts and that box is hermetically closed and finally stashed in the locked bottom drawer of the aforementioned cabinet. The drawer might even be welded shut for good measure.
Three "good" things came out of situation, a) Danny/Turk's instincts hadn't failed him in his instant dislike of Nick Taylor; the cop part saying that guy smelt of trouble and the past miscreant part saying Don't Try Conning A Con Man, you're up to something, b) Danny got to make fun of Steve's Navy speak. Several times. Not that he had any problem with the code speak, hell he had enough of his own in the past, but there should be a basic tenant. If you are going to talk in code at least make it so that outsiders have no Freakin' clue what you are saying! SEAL language referred too closely to the real topic. It's the principle of the matter for Christ's sake, and c) the next day Danny got the Charger up to 250 mph without the slight pull it had developed lately. He noticed that his fuel bill had gotten a tad higher since he'd been coerced onto Steve's team.