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Pawn of Complicity

His chiseled jaw clinched as he stood by the full-length window that took up the whole space of his office wall. The ever-changing view of the ocean and brilliant blue sky that would have been mesmerizing to most was lost on Sebastian King. His attention was held by the article on the bottom half of the first page of the Hawaii Tribune Herald that he was reading a third time. Even though he also ingested the daily news supplied by several outlets on the web, he could not bring himself to give up the tactile source of information he had become accustomed to at an early age. Today this paper had helped him formulate an unexpected idea.

The 38-year-old was tall with almost black hair and an ever present five o'clock shadow that gave him a natural ruggedness even though he was dressed in a suave Italian Brioni suit. His eyes were a light teal color that matched the waves that were breaking outside the window. He laid down the paper when his second-in-command knocked.

"Enter."

After gaining permission, Buck Brennan entered the office. His imposing form took up most of the doorway. King, now staring out the window, turned when Brennan closed the door behind him.

"Five-0 has done it again," King stated as he adjusted his Chopard watch on his wrist. "This time Percy went down… for good."

The two sets of eyes met as Brennan asked, "Are you expecting them to cause you problems with our next job?"

"No. On the contrary, I'm thinking Five-0 may be just what we need for our plan to come to fruition."

Brennan had a puzzled look on his face. King only gave the slightest hint of a smile as he turned and picked up the paper with the article side up and handed it to Brennan. "What do you see?"

Brennan took a moment then answered, "The governor giving the five members of her elite task force commendation medals for bringing down Mr. Percy and his men." Looking up from the paper he was still holding, he said, "I still don't follow, sir."

"I would like to bring Five-0 in as part of our team. Their skills would make this next job a cakewalk."

"What do you have in mind? There's no way they would participate in anything illegal, even for a huge payout."

"You're absolutely right, Buck," King agreed. "But there are things, other than money, that would entice them to join forces with us."

As Brennan looked down again at the photograph adjacent to the article, he began to shake his head in disbelief. "Wouldn't happen."

"Yes… it would. It will. We are going to take one of their team as leverage. It is well known that they are a tight group and even call themselves 'ohana'. It will work."

Brennan had a skeptical look, but relented. "OK, which one?"

With a wave of his hand and making his way to his chair behind his desk, King replied dismissively, "It really doesn't matter. I thought it might be easier to manage Officer Kalakaua."

"You're probably right. I'll get the guys on checking out everything we can find on her right away. Anything else?"

"No, just remember how important this job is. We can't mess this up. It's going to take precision and I'm counting on you, Buck. Get to work and keep me informed."

"Yes, Mr. King." At that, Brennan exited the room.

~~~~~H50~~~~~

Brennan was parked across the road when he saw the red Chevy Cruze, with a surfboard rack on top, pull out of The Palace parking lot. Brennan carefully entered the flow of traffic and followed behind with one car between them. He maintained this position until the car he was following made an unexpected left turn.

"What the hell?" he mumbled to himself.

He also turned so as not to lose the car, but decided he needed to act a bit sooner than expected to keep control of the situation. He reached down and flipped the switch to turn on the cell phone and radio signal jamming device. He knew he had to stay within one hundred feet to effectively sustain the jamming of the signal. He pushed down the gas pedal to gain speed and passed the car in front of him and ran up close to the Cruze's bumper. He then backed off and then repeated the action in an antagonistic fashion, revving his engine each time. Brennan knew he had been spotted because the car in front of him began breaking and slowing.

He wanted to make a statement so when the way was clear, but not by much, Brennan darted out to the left and sped around the car accelerating quickly. Brennan barely missed a work truck and motorcycle coming from the other direction earning him a honk from the truck and a finger gesture from the biker.

Looking in his rearview mirror, Brennan was rewarded with his mark turning on the flashing blue lights and accelerating in pursuit, noticing also that the distance between the two vehicles seemed to be well within the required jamming range. He didn't have to hold back his speed as the red car was almost on his bumper.

It didn't take long to get back on track with the predetermined route. They were getting farther and farther outside of town and there was less and less traffic, and witnesses, to deal with. Brennan couldn't help but to smile as he looked again into his rearview mirror. They were nearing the ultimate destination and he just hoped that the van would be in position and ready. Unfortunately, he was unable to use his own phone to contact Jacobs and Dexter to confirm their position, but it was a necessary hindrance. Mr. King would not be happy if anyone involved in the operation didn't come through on his end, so he felt secure they would be there.

Coming upon the intersection, Brennan could see the dark green van where it was supposed to be, parked on the road running perpendicular to his left. At this point, there were no other cars around, as they had made it to a secluded rural area. He exhaled deeply as he realized he had been holding in stress of the car chase and the anticipated confrontation. As soon as he passed in front of the van, he saw it quickly pull out in front of the chasing car, causing the Cruze to suddenly veer to the right and impact a large wooden wildlife reserve entrance sign that was on the side of the road. He brought his car to a grinding halt, pulling to the right himself, half blocking the lane in which he had been traveling.

Brennan jumped out of his car, gun drawn, and headed to the driver side of the car. He didn't pause as he looked over to see Jacobs and Dexter also exit the van at the same time. He could see Dexter heading to the back of the van and Jacobs following Brennan's lead as he motioned for him to head to the rear of the vehicle. Brennan made it to the driver door and grabbed the handle to pull it open. He abruptly stopped with the door half open and his jaw dropped at what he saw.

"Oh, shit."

~to be continued~

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