Prologue to the Prologue of Mu kakela (Chess)

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Mu kakela

(Chess)

Prologue

He knew it was beyond stupid, but the note he'd gotten had said to come alone - no back up - or the information he was hunting for would disappear forever. So, he told no one. Not even his housemate and partner.

Entering the dark interior of the nearly falling-down rusted warehouse, he paused only long enough to let his eyes adjust to the gloom - all the while scanning the area, looking for ...

Spotting movement out of the corner of his eye, his gun-hand drifted to the holstered pistol on his hip even before his brain could process Friend or Foe.

BANG!

PAIN

He slammed into the wall with his back, rust showering down - sparkling in the clear sunbeams piercing the roof.

He couldn't ID where the muffled shot had come from - "silencer" he thought - when a second, more painful sensation hit his chest just as another oddly quiet bang echoed in the depths of the warehouse. He started to slide down the wall, his weapon suddenly in his hand as a shadow approached.

Vision fading, he couldn't clearly tell who it was but he knew who it wasn't. "Should've told someone where I was going-"

"Yes, you should've, Steven."

"Sorry, Dad-"

His hand and weapon dropped to his side, warmth engulfed him and he finally released his iron-willed grip on his body and let the darkness claim him.

"MCGARRETT!"