Sketchy Airstrip, Honolulu Outskirts, Sunday

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Nahele's friend had overdosed on fentanyl-laced crystal meth, making him the 11th victim of the same drug cocktail in the last two weeks.

Steve had promised Nahele he'd never let anyone hurt him, and that had been a promise he'd also made to the entire state when he'd put on the badge. Five-O had chased down a few leads yesterday and O'ahu was small enough for him to realize pretty quickly that the drugs had to be being brought onto the island. (They knew most of the big players and none of them were making product like this.)

And so now Steve was working on the engine of a small airplane, the top part of the flight suit tied around his waist to expose his undershirt because it was hot as hell, waiting for the contact to...well, make contact.

[OOC: For the much aggrieved partner, and all the SP.]

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"...seriously, babe?" Danny had to say at the whole outfit.

[grenadesandohana]

"I'm selling my character," Steve said. "Evan Raintree gives no fucks."

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"Evan Raintree still sounds like a stripper name," Danny grumbled, pretending like he knew what he was poking at in the small plane. He did not. And he wasn't gonna learn anytime soon either.

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"Shut up, Dave," Steve grumbled back. "And don't break that."

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"I'm not breakin' anything," Danny insisted before straightening up and doing a good job at pretending this time around as the expected two men walked into the shop.

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One had his arm in a sling and Steve tried not to smirk too obviously about that as he cranked up the music and continued fiddling with the engine on the airplane.

"Hey, Nate," he said finally, glancing up and putting down his wrench. Nate, in the sling, shot him a glare, then gestured from Steve to the guy he'd brought with him. "This is the guy I was telling you about."

"Evan Raintree," Steve said, holding out his hand to shake. "That's Dave Carson, my mechanic," he said, pointing to Danny.

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Danny gave a little chin jerk as a greeting, playing it cool as he wiped nonexistent engine grease off his hands.

"I just need a pilot," their target, Dae Won, said, dismissing him with a frown.

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Steve glared at Nate again. "Did you talk to this guy?" he demanded, thinking fast. He wasn't getting up in a plane with a drug trafficker alone. "That's my mechanic. I don't travel without my mechanic. We're a package deal."

There. Very normal.

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Danny did not facepalm. That was possibly the biggest sign of a professional right there.

"Well, if you want this job," Dae Won said, looking confused before coming to the conclusion that clearly this was a gay thing and deciding he didn't want to deal with it.

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"Thank you," Steve said. "I'd hate if Nate had wasted both of our time."

"If you check out, the job's yours," Dae Won told Steve, holding out a machine to check his fingerprints."

Steve blinked.

"This gonna be a problem?" Dae Won asked. "Nah," Steve said, putting his hands on the screen. "Maybe I should be checking yours."

"Yeah, knock yourself out," Dae Won said, rolling his eyes and gesturing for Danny to come up and use the machine.

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Danny let out an annoyed sigh, pressing his hands onto the screen when prompted. "Got it?"

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"Got it," Dae Won said, heading back out of the hanger.

"Well, that went well," Steve said dryly.

"He won't care if you're cops," Neal told them. "If you don't check out, he'll kill you."

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"Thanks," Danny replied dryly as his phone dinged with a call from Jerry. Who was apparently now just working for the team. Because reasons.

"Your guy works fast! He's already run your prints. Also got chatter on the dark net," Jerry said, just to excited by this.

[grenadesandohana]

"Thanks, Jerry," Steve said dryly. "Those backgrounds are solid, right?"

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"As long as he doesn't dig too deep," Jerry assured them. Then ruined it with, "I think."

"He thinks," Danny replied.

[grenadesandohana]

"I have faith in you, Jerry," Steve said loyally.

[hatesparadise]

"Thanks, McGruff," Jerry said, sounding touched before the call disconnected.

"He's kidding, right?" Right, Steven?

[grenadesandohana]

"I'm sure he's just being paranoid," Steve said. "It's Jerry. That's his default."

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"Better be," Danny grumbled. "When is this flight supposed to be?"

Neal looked annoyed by this entire set up, mostly because this was possibly the most dangerous thing for him. "Next shipment is set for a week from now."

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"And he'll call us?" Steve asked.

You know, him and his mechanic.

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"If he doesn't find out you're cops and kill both me and you two," Neal said.

Danny made a face. "I'll take that."

[grenadesandohana]

"If we had a dollar for every person who'd tried unsuccessfully to kill us, we'd have a pretty good chunk of money," Steve said. "Bye, Neal."

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Danny let out an annoyed sigh as their contact left to hopefully not go to ground in fear of getting caught out by both sides. "You think this'll work?"

[grenadesandohana]

Steve's jaw clenched. "If we can catch them in the act, it's a lot easier than trying to track down the shipment after it lands."

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And there was another one of those sighs, but Danny nodded in agreement. "Here's hoping then."