A SHADO on
written by Pamela McCaughey
(2007)
based on UFO (1969-1971)
created by Gerry & Sylvia
and
created by Leonard Freeman
and Magnum, P.I.
created by Donald Bellisario and
Glen A. Larson
Chapter
Lt. Gay
Ellis entered Commander Straker's office. She was
clad in street clothes instead of a SHADO issue uniform and purple wig. She
stood waiting while Straker signed a stack of
documents and orders.
"Lieutenant,
please sit down," Straker told her, gesturing to
the seat in front of his desk, "I presume you've already had your first
briefing........"
"Yes,
I understand I'll be part of an extermination team."
"Good.
I realize this is your first occasion to take part in this type of operation.
We've been trying to facilitate co-operative training between SHADO and Omega.
You'll be met in
"The
nest has been confirmed?"
"Yes,
that's why we're shipping you out today. Time is of the essence. I look forward
to reading your report when you get back!"
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Al Leslie
was giving Lt. Ellis a final go-over of the material on their private SHADAir flight to
"Do
you think that the Americans have any idea the nest is there?"
"If
they've seen it, they're not talkin' and they're not doin' anything about it, so that's good for us - the less
hassle we have from the local authorities, the better," Al pulled out some
plastic file folders, "Sensor reports from the last recon team confirmed
the presence of alien type readin's from their
equipment and power source. We've done spy plane sweeps of the area."
"How
many are there going to be in the team and how will we meet with them?"
"There's
gonna be twenty five in the team, includin'
you and me. Colonel Foster is comin' from the
mainland US, and he'll meet us at our Omega operative's safe house. His
code-name is Robin Masters. The rest of the team is gonna
get dropped off by SkyDiver along the coast of
"What
do we do with the nest once we "neutralize" it?"
"Normally,
we'd do a remediation of the site, but this time we can't treat it as an
environmental mess to be cleaned up. It's too close to human habitation for
that. So we've gotta land some containers from the
air, and float 'em out at night, loaded with alien
stuff. There'll be a ship waitin' to stand by for
them - the Miranda, one of our surface ships. It covers as an environmental vessel. The Miranda's crew is gonna
provide some assistance for us and take the others off the island when we're
finished."
""What
happens if we capture prisoners?" Gay asked anxiously. She knew it would
be a feather in the team's cap if they were able to bring home a live alien for
interrogation!
"Don't
count on that happenin'. The greenies never let us
take 'em alive! They prefer ta
off themselves before they let us take 'em
prisoner!"
"Do
you think there will be much resistance from the aliens?"
"They
don't like us gettin' our hands on any of their
technology. I've been on teams when the aliens have blown their own nests up
rather than let us get a gander at their gadgets. It can be damn dangerous!
But, the good part is that so far, they don't seem to know we're on to 'em as yet. And, the big deal with any extermination ops is
to get in and get out without the regular authorities knowin'
or the aliens catchin' wind of it till it's too
late!"
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"What's
on for today, Danno?"
"Well,
Steve," Dan Williams paused to take a sip from his own mug, "You're
due in court later this afternoon to testify on that Wo
Fat accomplice case, and there's a stack of HPD reports for you to go
over," he placed the file folder on McGarrett's
desk.
The former
Navy officer, turned police officer extraordinaire, sat down and started to
peruse the contents of the file folder, flipping through each set of stapled
sheets. He looked up at Williams, "This is odd," he indicated one set
of reports, "I'm surprised HPD would handle such a case. You'd think this
would be one for the state rangers."
"Which
one is that?"
"The case here about the missing hikers."
"The
state rangers started out looking at it. They handed it over to HPD because
they found evidence of foul play up there near the foot of the Koolau volcano. I think they felt a little out of their
element. Rangers look for forest fires or environmental problems."
"I
wouldn't think HPD would be prepared to work a case like that alone."
"They're
not - the state rangers have been helping out. Read further."
McGarrett finished the sheets and looked back up at his
fellow officer, "Definitely sounds like something bad went down up
there......," even in 1982, McGarrett
was still using 60's slang. It always amused Williams that his boss thought the
usage of slang like that made him sound hip, "What about the blood and the
organ evidence?"
"I
can get the lab reports if you'd like to take a look at them."
"Yeah,
do that. How remote is that area out there?"
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The
dapper, moustachioed British major domo greeted
Leslie, Foster and Ellis at the front door and ushered them inside, "Mr.
Masters is waiting for you."
Led into
an elegant drawing room, the three SHADO-Omega staffers came upon an older man,
massive in height and weight, seated at a huge mahogany desk. He looked up,
"Ah, Higgins, thank you," he gestured for the three to take chairs
facing him, "Please make sure the "Robin 3" is gassed up and
ready for our guests' use, please. Magnum can see to it if you're busy."
He looked back to Leslie, Ellis and Foster, "I know you are on a short
time frame here, so I won't hold you up. Insofar as I can ascertain, there has
been no change in the status of the target in question in the volcano cone.
They are still there, and no other military or police body appears to have
noticed them as yet."
Foster
leaned forward, "We don't expect to take any prisoners, but, if we do get
lucky, can we hide them here for a day or so before taking them off-island? We
may have to effect some medical work and
interrogation, as you know."
"Yes,
you can have the guest wing here in the house. I've arranged for my security
man to keep a watch up, although he doesn't know why I require such tight
security. He's an ex-Navy man, and smart, so do watch your step around him. No
escapes, please. The rest of the world thinks I'm Robin Masters, the famous
author, and I find it a most effective cover story. Please give my best regards
to your Commander Straker."
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Returning
to the front door, the three were seen out by Higgins, and found a dark green
Jeep waiting for them. It had been loaded with the backpacks and gear they'd
left at the front door.
"Here
she is, the 'Robin 3'. I checked her over, and she's fully gassed up and ready
to go," the handsome American smiled at them. He too wore a moustache - a
very bushy one, "Higgins tells me you're off to tour the local
sights."
Ellis
smiled up as he eased her into the back seat with a gentlemanly grace,
"I'm sure we'll enjoy seeing everything the island has to offer, Mr......?"
"Magnum,
Thomas Magnum," he grinned back, "Don't forget some sunscreen. Most
Brits aren't used to the Hawaiian sun here. You can get a nasty second degree
burn if you're not careful."
Allan
Leslie, who was at the Jeep's wheel, rolled his eyes and, with a jerk of the
clutch, they were rolling down the broad driveway of Robin Master's estate and
out onto the main highway.
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"I
rather think Mr. Magnum had his eye on you, Lieutenant," Foster smiled
back at Ellis, "He must have a thing for British birds, eh wot?" he exaggerated his accent to sound very plummy.
"Get
the map and the GPS out, and we'll navigate our way to the base camp,"
Leslie told Foster, "They should be set up by now and doin'
final recon."
Foster set
the GPS carefully and traced their route on the small map in hand, "Should
only take us a couple of hours or so to get up to the camp......"
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McGarrett had finished reading the lab reports and he didn't
like the evidence. The hikers were still missing, but some clothing possibly
belonging to them had turned up, and something far
more sinister - human remains - a spleen and a woman's female organs. The HPD
labs had determined the organs to be of human origin, not animal, and although
it was clear those human remains had been exposed to the elements for more than
24 hours, they had been removed with surgical precision, not spilled out by
animal attack. Besides, there were no wild animals living in the Koolau area which would pursue human beings or do that kind
of damage. Done safely and carefully, hiking in the Koolau
area was popular with some tourists - the kind who really wanted to get away
from it all and experience the true unspoiled nature of the island.
"Danno, I'd like to have a conversation with the rangers who
found the remains. Think you can arrange that for later on today?"
"Sure,
Steve, I'll put in a call to the rangers' station and ask for them to come down
here to the office. I don't know what else they could say that wasn't in their
report."
"Sometimes
a person's gut instinct about a case doesn't get into the reports, y'know? I'd like to have their take on this. And, do me a favour - check with HPD and see if the island's ever had a
problem with black market organ sales."
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Thomas
Magnum took his favourite seat at the King Kamahemaha's bar. He asked if Rick was around. In a couple
of minutes, while he was sipping a club soda, Rick came out of the back office,
"Sorry about that, I had a couple of suppliers on the phone. Geez, you wouldn't think it'd be that hard to score a box
of those little paper umbrellas for drinks, wouldya?
So what's new in your little world?"
"Robin's
in town for a few days. Wanted me to make sure the security on the property was
tight - tighter than usual. He's also got some house guests - Brits. They say
they're here to take in the local nature sights, do some hiking."
"I've
heard that tone of voice before, Thomas Magnum. You don't believe they're here
for the island's scenic beauty, do you?" Rick leaned forward over the bar
and whispered confidentially.
"Whatever
they're here for, they've got some heavy-duty military equipment - some of it
I'm not even sure I can identify!"
"How
do you know this?"
"Higgins
asked me to gas up the 'Robin 3' and stow their gear for them before they left.
I helped myself to a peek in their backpacks. You don't need weapons of that
sort if all you're doing is going hiking! They had a short meeting in Robin's
study and then they took off. I also had Higgins tell me to keep off the
property for the next few days and just make sure the perimeter was secure. Now
you tell me - doesn't that sound suspicious?"
Rick
considered Magnum's comments, "Didn't you tell me once you thought Robin
Masters had been with MI 5 during WWII? Maybe he's been reactivated or
something. Maybe he's doing his old employer a favour
by housing some current agents on a private mission."
"Yeah,
it could be any of the above, or it could be something else. Or it could be
nothing at all. If they are MI 5 agents, what would be so dangerous about going
for a hike in the foothills of a dead volcano? And, Robin doesn't usually
restrict me from the
grounds of the estate."
"He
knows you're ex-Navy. If this is some British government operation, he probably
doesn't want you to get involved."
"Does
that mean this operation, if that's what it is, is something even the American
government doesn't know about?"
"I
thought our secret service and the James Bond types were all buddies. They
shared information and all that."
"Not
necessarily. We're all nominally on the same side, but that doesn't mean we
share everything. After that Brit agent was found to be a doubler
- selling secrets to the Soviets - I understood our guys were pretty careful
about what they passed on to the MI6s."
"Well,
don't get Robin pissed at you over this. You've got a sweet deal over there,
and it isn't worth you snooping around. If he wanted you to know, he'd tell
you. He always does - sooner or later."
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McGarrett waited until the two rangers were seated to start
asking questions. They told him how they found the discarded clothing, and the
human body parts. The more he listened, the more McGarrett
just couldn't fit the pieces of the puzzle together. Finally, he said,
"Other than turning in the evidence to HPD, what else have you been doing
on this case?"
"We
figured until we knew more about the missing hikers, or found their bodies, it wasn't safe for other hikers to go up there. No
point in raising the body count. We've posted the area as unsafe for the time
being. In other words, no hiking is allowed up there. We had a few tourist
operators who took hiking groups up there complain, but we didn't tell them why
we said it was off-limits. Didn't want to start a panic or
anything."
"Good,
good," McGarrett intoned, sitting on the edge of
his desk facing the rangers, "What's your gut reaction to this case?"
The two
men shifted uneasily in their chairs. "Well?" McGarrett
asked.
"Look,
Mr. McGarrett, we don't normally end up handling
anything like this. That's why we brought everything to HPD and their labs.
We're really at a loss. No bodies uncovered, just body parts, and no proof that
the organs we found belong to the missing hikers. We don't even know when they
went up there or how long they were there. Their hotel didn't even report them
as missing until at least 2 days after they went up the mountains. When we
handed the case over to HPD, we figured they'd take it from there."
McGarrett nodded, "Thank you, gentlemen, for coming in
today."
When the
two rangers left, Dan Williams came back into the office, "Get anything
useful?"
"I
get the feeling there's more to this than they're telling, but they don't want
to cop to anything except the facts of the case. I think it's time we took a
closer look at this scenario. Let's put together a task force and find out
who's killing the hikers. And, let's get up there for a personal looksee. I want to be ready to roll within the hour."
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Chapter
The
SHADO-Omega base camp was off the main road and located in an area accessible
only by GPS. Fortunately the Robin 3 was the perfect vehicle for traversing
such terrain. The Koolau mountains
were made from a dormant basaltic volcano, but the area surrounding much of the
cone had been lost to a giant landslide centuries before.
However,
the terrain leading into the volcanic site was an intoxicating tangle of
tropical forests, sparkling waterfalls that tumbled into gurgling streams,
chattering birds and sweet-scented flowers. Seeing it all on the drive up, Gay
Ellis found it hard to remember that this paradise was in urgent danger - from
an unmentionable alien evil.
The tents
all bore the world famous National Geographic logo, and Gay smiled, thinking
how amusing it was that NG was being represented, bogusly, at a site they would
probably salivate over finding - the entrance to a space alien nest - she could
almost see the front cover of their flagship publication's headlines in her
mind's eye.
Foster and
Ellis were left at the command tent to listen to a briefing, while Allan Leslie
headed out with a final recon party up the volcano. As a specialist geologist,
Leslie might pick up on some details of the area that the others hadn't.
Ellis was
surprised to see Mark Bradley at the briefing, but wisely said nothing. They'd
both been given new postings after the incident at MoonBase,
but that didn't mean their feelings had stopped. She sat down across from Mark
and listened attentively to the latest recon reports and how the extermination
team would run the ops.
"We
plan to start the operation as soon as this latest recon team returns,"
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McGarrett and Dan Williams paused from their gruelling hike. They'd been on foot with the two Hawaiian
State Rangers they'd talked to earlier in the day for the last hour. Danno poured a bit of the water from his hip flask over his
head, "How much further till we reach the site where you found the
organs?"
"Another
40 minutes or so," replied Takosama, one of the
Rangers, stopping to take a reading with his compass.
Five-0's
chief had been scanning the horizon with his binoculars, "What's that down
there?" he asked.
"Down
where?" Ranger Ho tried to follow McGarrett's
pointing fingers.
"There,
through the trees........," McGarrett moved
further over and crouched down to move some of the tropical foliage to get a
better look.
Laid out
like a small village was a series of seven tents, put up in a circle, and
bearing a familiar-looking logo on each tent roof. There was movement, a couple
of people milling about. But, these people were dressed in tropical fatigues,
and helmets, along with military style gear.
McGarrett sat down on the ground at a good vantage point and
the others crouched down with him, to remain out of sight, "What the hell
is National Geographic doing up here? I thought you people made this area off
limits to all tourists and hikers?"
"We
did! I don't remember seeing any paper work about the press being up here. I'd
remember something like this. The NG is known all over the world!" Takosama explained.
"They
don't look much like press people, Ranger," McGarrett
told him, "They should be wearing cameras and carrying videotape gear. The
ones I can see look like military commandos!"
All four
of them were by now looking at the encampment through their binocs,
"Geez, Steve, wouldn't they have to have
permission from the state to come up here? Especially since the Rangers just
declared the area off limits?" Dan
ruminated.
"Ok folks, today's nature trip is cancelled, you're comin' with us!"
The four
turned to see a commando unit, pointing high powered rifles at them,
"Let's check 'em for weapons and get 'em outta here," Allan Leslie
told his team, then he took out a communications gadget, "Base Camp, this
is Team Two checkin' the perimeter. We're goin' to be bringin' in some
visitors!"
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"Think
the ID is bogus?" Paul asked. He didn't want any complications on this
mission and already they'd uncovered some snoopers.
"I
don't think so. I wired a photo of him back to GHQ and they say he's the real
deal. The others are a pair of state rangers and the blonde man is one of McGarrett's own officers."
"What
do we do now?"
Foster
shook his head, "We take out the head of the state police and the the proverbial shit will hit the fan. They'll be looking
for them, I bet. Someone of his standing doesn't make a move without making
sure everyone else knows where he is. Do we have any idea of why they're even
up here?"
"As
best I can get out of the rangers, they were investigating the deaths of a
couple of hikers several days ago. That's all they'll say."
"It
sounds legitimate, but what if they're up here snooping because of us?"
She shook
her head, "I've given them our cover story. We might be able to give them
a dose of amnesia drug and take them back down to their vehicle and leave them
there to recover. That'll buy us enough time to clean up and get the hell out
of here."
"Well,
we don't want them in the way right now - what do you suggest?"
"Let's
offer them some SHADO issue coffee, appropriately spiked.....and see what kind
of stall tactic works best."
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"I
hope we haven't been too remiss in our hospitality, gentlemen," Virginia
smiled, carrying in a tray of SHADO "issue" coffee and some
sandwiches, "We're very busy here covering the volcanic conditions here on
the island for a TV documentary we'll be airing next year....."
"You
can cut the National Geographic crap anytime, lady," McGarrett
told her, "Who ever you are, you're not the
press! Not dressed like commandos and talking about perimeters. I'm ex-Navy,
and I'm well familiarized with military operations."
"Mr. McGarrett, I......."
Steve got
up out of his camp seat, "And, do you really think we're dumb enough to
drink your coffee? It could be drugged.......What's going on out there? Does it
have anything to do with those dead hikers?"
"Oh,
come on! How stupid do you think we are?" he leaned into her face when he
spoke, invading her personal space intentionally. He was quite tall and she had
to look waaay up to stare into his intense blue eyes.
"We
made arrangements for this trip with the appropriate state government
officials. I'm sure someone in your own office just left you out of the loop
accidentally...."
"I
don't think so. My people are more on the ball than that! There's something
going on here that has nothing to do with TV documentaries, and I want to know
what it is!"
"What
terrorists would bother hiding here in
SHADO
point two: use their own knowledge against them. SHADO
HQ had run a quick computer check on Five-O and discovered McGarrett
had come up against some pretty wiley characters in
the past, "Does the name Wo
Fat mean anything to you?"
"Wo Fat? He's in jail. I put him
there - personally!"
"He
may be in jail, but that doesn't mean his.........associates aren't still active.
His spy organization is based on the idea of terrorist cells - each group works
independently and none of them knows anything about the others - who they are,
where they work from, what missions they undertake. The terrorists here are, we
believe, planning to kidnap the Governor."
"Look,
we deal with intelligence agencies all over the world, and nobody has told us
any of this," McGarrett scowled at her.
"If
you'll excuse me, Five-O is a local police force. Our organization has a
more....... international approach. We are in possession of information that
normally never filters down to your level."
"And,
if you're right, and these so-called terrorists of yours are
planning to kidnap the
Governor, what would they hope to gain by this action?"
"They'd
use the Governor as a bargaining chip to negotiate the release of Wo Fat into their custody of
course."
McGarrett pounded his right fist into his left
palm, "Wo Fat is in a top security facility on
the mainland. They'd never touch him there!"
"Exactly
why they need a hostage to use as a negotiating piece,"
"Wo Fat won't be of any use to them anymore."
"It's
not him as a person they really care about at this point. They want to know how
much he's told your people about the organization he belonged to, the
operations they've mounted, you name it. They consider Wo Fat a security leak of the worst kind. They want
him back to counter any efforts by the West to interrupt their own
missions."
McGarrett was silent for a moment as he listened to
"I'm
sorry, Mr. McGarrett, but this mission is not for
civilian peace officers. We can't risk you getting hurt. You'll have to let us
handle this operation in our own way. I hope we can depend on your
co-operation?"
Dan
Williams looked up at her, "Do we have any other choice in the
matter?"
"Not
really. Our people are trained in anti-terrorist action. You're not. It could jeopardize
the whole mission if we permitted untrained personnel to participate."
McGarrett nodded slowly, "We'll co-operate.....for the
moment...." he slumped into one of the camp chairs again.
Exiting
the tent,
"I
told them we're going after a terrorist group associated with Red China. I
think they believed me this time. We shouldn't have any trouble. McGarrett thinks we're going after the associates of an old
nemesis of his and he's keen for us to take them out. Let's get this operation
on the road and get it over with."
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"Think
this tent is bugged?" Dan asked McGarrett as
they four of them pulled their camp chairs into a circle.
"I
don't think they've had time for that. They obviously weren't expecting
'company'. I don't believe for one minute that these people are from some under
the radar anti-terrorist group. What terrorist would hide in a volcano cone,
for Christ's sake?"
"What
can we do?" queried Takosama.
"They've
relieved us of our weapons and our compasses, so I don't think they're planning
to let us go right away," Dan replied.
"That
"So
what's our next move?" Ranger Ho questioned.
"We've
got to get out of this camp somehow and bring back enough reinforcements to
foil whatever operation they've got going here!"
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Chapter
"Think
you can handle our 'guests' by yourselves?" Foster asked
"I
don't want to hold anyone back from the mission that maybe needed - I think Gay
and I can manage things here. Once the ops is
completed, we can send Mr. McGarrett and his friends
packing."
"That
McGarrett doesn't strike me as a
the kind of bloke who sits idley by, and he's
very suspicious of us and what we're doing here. He didn't buy our covers - either
of them."
Al Leslie
stuck his head inside the tent, "
Foster
nodded and buckled on his helmet - he, and all the other combatants, were outfitted in state of the art flak equipment - as were
the other members of the extermination team. They all carried full body armour, and a plethora of personal gadgets to help them
stay in touch, and fight the aliens.......
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The
assault on the alien nest was long and bloody. Several of their own operatives
were killed in action, and a good number of the aliens committed suicide rather
than fall into enemy hands. In the end, the SHADO-Omega teams prevailed, but it
was costly. Al Leslie and his team stayed on site and kept it secured while the
other two teams went back to base camp to regroup and take the dead, both human
and alien, out with them.
Now, all
that was left was to deal with McGarrett and his
companions.
"Ellis!"
Foster saw her legs on the ground inside the tent, and dashed in,
Paul lifted
her up, "The men from Five-O are gone!" they could both see where the
tent had been pulled out of the ground from the back so they were able to slip
away unseen.
"How
could this have happened! Gay came in to feed them
drugged refreshments - I was sure they'd take them after so many
hours....."
"There's
soda pop all over her fatigues,
"We've
got four witnesses on the run - we have to get them back!"
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"What?"
Straker bellowed into his phone receiver - he
practically swallowed his cigarillo. Alec could see the scowl on his face,
"How the hell did this happen, Paul?" There was a pause as obviously
Foster was on the other end of the line making excuses. Hell to pay,
Alec thought to himself.
The silver
haired commander slammed the phone back down into its cradle and got up to pace
the office. Alec saw him hug himself as he walked back and forth - another bit
of body language that did not bode well.
"Do I
dare inquire as to what has pissed you off?" Alec smiled grimly.
"This
is no joke, Alec. Four witnesses - four -
two of them police officers - and they let them get away!"
"I'm
sure it wasn't intentional, Ed," Alec tried to smooth over the very
ruffled feathers as best he could. The old Freeman charm could be called upon
to lower Straker's temper from white hot to at least
just code red! Time to accentuate the positive, "But, the mission - they
cleaned out the nest, right?"
"Oh,
yes, they cleaned out the nest - all the aliens ended up dead and we lost one
of our boys in this action, too. Everything for the research guys went out with
the Miranda - it's headed to NYC as we speak."
"So
things may not be as bad as you think....."
"Worse.
One of those escaped witnesses was Steve McGarrett,
head of the state police, Hawaii Five-O - this is a man others will listen to -
and depending on what he's seen and heard - he could blow SHADO's
cover sky high!"
"Well,
get the team mobilized to find these four men and 'neutralize' them as
usual," Alec suggested.
"It's
not that easy! If someone like McGarrett disappears
or dies, there will be too many questions and the island could get sealed off
before our people can get out. We can't risk that. But we have to silence them
somehow!" Straker picked up his phone again,
"Yes, Miss Eland, I need you to place a long distance call for me - Mr.
Robin Masters, in Hawaii. Yes, I said Robin Masters."
Alec stood
up and leaned over the boss' desk, "What are you going to do, Ed? We can't
compromise Masters at this point!"
Straker looked up at his best friend, "I need a place
to stay while I oversee this mission. Alec, the Responsibility Seat will be
yours until I get back!"
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Even doing
their best, Straker's connecting SHADAir
flights still took 18 hours to get him from
"Robin
says we can both stay at his place," Paul informed Straker,
who was dressed casually in a pair of slacks and a matching shirt. He'd left
the severe suits behind in
"You've
ID'd all the men with McGarrett?"
"Danny
Williams, McGarrett's second on command with Five-O,
and Takosama and Ho - two
"Where
can we find these gentlemen?"
"Al
Leslie has men staking out the homes of all four, but so far none of them have
shown up. It's been less than 20 hours since they escaped. You'd think they'd
turn up somewhere."
"What
about Hawaii Five-O headquarters?"
"Downtown
"With
a 20 hour lead on us, those four have had plenty of time to rally the troops.
We could be in for big trouble, Paul."
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Fifteen
hours earlier....
"Kono, Chin, George.....get in here!" McGarrett barked. As his top officers filed in, they
noticed their boss looking a little the worse for wear, and Danny and two state
Rangers were in attendance as well.
"We've
got big trouble," Steve told them tersely, "Danno
and I and our Ranger friends here just got back off
that volcano - there's a military presence up there, gentlemen and it isn't
American. They claimed first they worked with the National Geographic and then
they said they were an anti-terrorist group - get this - they said they were
after a band of terrorists who were intending to kidnap the Governor to use as
a negotiating chip to get Wo Fat out of his jail on
the mainland!"
"Sounds
like a load of BS, Steve," Kono replied.
"Yeah, they shovelled it on pret