"DO IT. KILL ME, 'UHANE."
A woman clad in a black catsuit and bulletproof vest looked down her scope at the bloodied and half-dead man who lay a few feet away from her. She felt a hand on her shoulder, warm but firm—but ignored it and the blond man it belonged to. There was no need to use her sights to kill him, and yet her finger hovered over the trigger and her grey eyes bore into the almost black ones of the man on the ground.
"Do it. You wouldn't," the man hissed through a ragged breath. The right side of his face was covered in blood. His black button-up shirt was torn and wounded flesh was visible between the rips. "Kill me, 'uhane. It's not hard."
The woman slowly lowered her gun, her steely gaze never leaving him. She put one foot behind her then turned around, if not to hide her openly warring expression, then to prevent herself from giving in to temptation. "Just as I thought. You're as weak as your brother."
She had even started to walk away, but as soon as those words left the man's mouth, she swiveled on her heel to face him again. "What did you say?"
The man narrowed his eyes, wincing. A sneer tugged at his lips. "You heard me."
"You are bold for a dying man," she said quietly, her gaze alarmingly, intensely unreadable. In one swift movement and before anyone could stop her, she pulled the handgun strapped to her leg out of its holster and pulled the trigger...but instead of a bang, there was a click. The mag was empty. The blond man behind her breathed a quiet and short sigh of relief, while the brunet at his side simply let his shoulders drop.
"Don't act so surprised," the woman snarled as she passed him, sliding the gun back into its holster. He tried to follow her but was stopped by the taller brunet man.
"Just let her go," he told the blond man, "better to leave her alone than wind up with a bullet in your head for bugging her."
"Steve," the blond man began, sighing deeply, "She's upset. Besides, there has to be a reason why Wo Fat knows who her brother is."
Steve considered this, but with a quick shake of his head, he dismissed the thought. "We caught Wo Fat. We don't need her around anymore and she knows that. Besides, as a hired sniper, she's used to these kinds of jobs. 'Temporary' is how she lives."
"You are...completely unhinged," the blond man told him, looking Steve in the eyes with a hard stare before following the woman's footprints and disappearing into the thick tropical brush. Her footprints grew more and more faint until they eventually disappeared halfway up the ridge. She was gone, like a ghost. An 'uhane, as Wo Fat had called her.
From up above, high in the trees and hidden between its branches, the woman watched him idly search the area for her. He then put his hands in his pockets, sighing and moving his left foot around in the dirt in a serpentine motion before looking up. His gaze seemed to bore right into her own, but she dared not shift her position in the tree. "I know it seems like no one trusts you here, but you really did do us a great favor. Wo Fat has been evading capture for years—if we had known that you would be the key to catching him, we'd have contacted you a lot sooner. As for the money, if you want it, come to Five-O headquarters between eleven and midnight tonight. I'll be there with the cash. Green duffel bag."
With that, he turned and walked slowly away, in the direction of the clearing where Wo Fat lay, injured. She breathed a sigh of relief, and set to shimmying down the side of the tree until the ground touched her feet. Then, she ran.
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"Danno, why didn't you come home last night? Why do you look so tired?" A little girl asked the blond man as she ran up to meet him at the door. He rubbed the back of his neck—he could still feel where the sleep dart had hit him. When he'd woken up the next morning, the duffel bag was gone, along with the money. He'd called Steve and alerted him of what had happened, and was told to go home and rest, and that the situation would be taken care of.
"I had to work later than anticipated and fell asleep at the desk," he told the girl, "so don't worry, Monkey. Danno's okay."
Danno's okay. Danny Williams, single father and Five-O detective was okay. Just 'okay.' Nothing better, nothing worse. Just 'okay.'
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WAHINE - d. williams
Fanfiction"A MAN WITH A GUN TO HIS HEAD DARES NOT TELL A LIE." Lucien Van Dyne: the callous, calculating and lethally precise sniper-for-hire. She's done thousands of jobs for some of the world's most dange...