Jack McGarrett

Semi-active|Semi-selective|Hawaii 5-0 OC| Illegitmate son of Steve McGarrett| Descriptive Rper| NSFW content may appear, dark themes, mun is 26|

[jackalmcgarrett]

Steve: You okay, kid?

Jack: Oh yeah. I’m fantastic. 

Steve: Good. In that case, you’re grounded.

@nativehaole​ All the “McGarrett ‘Dramatics’™” Steve put Danny through, he’s gonna ‘pay for’ with Jack xD 

[jackalmcgarrett]

Steve: Clear! Jack?

Jack: Clear here too, sir.

The only thing stopping me right now from making more is the need to sleep. But I will make more of Jack + Five-Oh gifs because if that’s how he’s getting his Ohana then so be it. 

[jackalmcgarrett]

Steve: I’m taking you off the case, Jack. 

Jack: What? No! I can do this!

Steve: By acting like a maniac? As your boss, you’re benched. Cos as your father I’m not gonna lose you for being stupid in the field. Understood? 

Jack: Yes, sir.

[mama-mcgarrett]

Redemption Arc: Closed Rp

For @jackalmcgarrett 

She kept tabs on her family. No matter how far away she went or how long it took her to get back and check, but she kept tabs on the remaining family she had. She had favors from people in the agency back when she was in her prime handling said tabs on the kids. She received an odd message from a friend, who asked to meet at her earliest convenience. Everything said and mentioned was under wraps, off the record, and on a strict need to know basis. 

Blood was found in a scene of a murdered war criminal in a country that wouldn’t be too happy if American agents were involved. The blood was processed and it came back to almost a match to Steve. They got lucky and her friend had been the one the information went to. 

Doris wasn’t sure how she felt about it all. After doing a bit of digging she learned as much as she could and how this came to be. It was a big deal and more so because she could only assume that her son didn’t know he was a father. Much less that his son had been taken in by the agency, groomed to kill his own mother who had been an agent herself but was now rogue, under the guise of patriotic duty and honor. 

She knew that she’d left Steve in a bad note. She was trying her best to make it right…to secure a proper and safe future for her children and grandchildren. But now that she knew this, she couldn’t leave her grandson out in the lurch like this without him having the full picture. She called in more favors to learn  about his current op and would hopefully get to him before something happened. 

[jackalmcgarrett]

Paris had nearly been a disaster. It technically was on paper and a bigger headache for those who can’t keep their notes on paper. They were getting most of the heat and he was thankful  he was clear of it...for now. 

One of his handler’s who was getting on in years actually wrote down information and didn’t dispose of it properly. He’d been made sooner than he liked, so he had to improvise rather than stick to the plan. After his targets were dead, he had to get the hell out of dodge. Easier said than done.  He’d been clipped on the shoulder so making it out of the hotel without being picked up by cops that were swarming the place had been something short of a miracle. Treating his own wound had been a bitch but something he was trained for. It was keeping it from getting infected that was the real problem. 

He finally rendezvoused with someone he knew, he couldn’t say he trusted, but knew and they got him the rest of the way out of the country and supplied him with a good passport and some cash to keep him afloat for a while. 

He healed up nicely but was getting restless. Prior to the op in Paris he’d been close to a personal matter...his mother. She nearly killed him. He knew why. Now he just had to get his head around the woman who might be his future target. He was constantly on the lookout. Though he hasn’t been called back in yet and he was still new enough not to warrant a lot of attention, nothing was secure. Much less since his mother didn’t recover a body from the forest and as far as he knew, she was still alive. 

 His mid-day routine was going as it normally would...until he finally saw something out of the ordinary. Or rather...he spotted her far too many times for his liking. Being as impatient as he was, he was going for the ‘offense if the best defense’ tactic. 

Jack crossed the crowd and busy street before taking a seat at the table next to her, back to back with her but close enough to be heard in a whisper, “Who are you?” He asked as he picked up the menu card in the middle of the table and pretended to read it. 

[hummingbird-spy]

Closed: Loose Ends

[hummingbird-spy]

“The CIA already did. Now it’s your turn, prat.” She said maliciously with a bit smile on her face. 

She snapped her fingers to call her henchmen into action to take him. “My darling boy’s a bit stubborn. Gets it from his daddy…rough him up a bit, and then bring him back.” 

The man next to her nodded as he reached into his belt and grabbed his taser. He pressed a button and electric sparks buzzed between the two points before smirking and approaching Jack. Without hesitation, he stabbed the device into Jack’s neck and they all watched as his body spasmed against the restraints as the voltages coursed through his body until he went slack into unconsciousness. 

“He reminds me of his father a bit too much. Both in spirit and in looks. Put him through hell…and don’t be afraid to scar up that pretty little face.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

[jackalmcgarrett]

He grits his teeth as he feels the volts course through his body. Hard as he tries he can’t keep himself from passing out. When he wakes up next his insides feel pained as much as the outside but he didn’t mind it all that much. Physical pain he could tolerate. He was trained to take it. To be able to withstand it and any other torture that may come. He wouldn’t be a weak link that broke. 

He felt bruised and ached. He wasn’t sure if anything was broken but he’ll go into the assumption that nothing was broken...yet.

There was a breeze that felt good against his skin and when he got a look at his surroundings he saw that he was moved outside. The woods were dense and without any real markers. He couldn’t see above the trees to see if there were any mountains. If he made a run for it...he would be able to survive for a while, he thinks. But that was still too far into the future. Right now the threat to his life was standing in front of him...and not alone. 

He was tired, hungry, and not at his best. Having to deal with these guys will not make escaping and surviving easy. But he hadn’t chosen the easy life. To him, it was a test of sorts. 

Either he doesn’t have it in him to be what his country needed and he’ll die in the hands of his mother’s men. Or he’ll make it somehow. And show he really was his father’s son. A McGarrett true and true. With that thought in his head, he started angrily but head on at the man as the first punch came.  

[hummingbird-spy]

Closed: Loose Ends

[jackalmcgarrett]

hummingbird-spy

Her cold smile only became a smirk, “Thank you. They came from the trauma of breeding you.”

She saw the strength he had already. He would be so powerful one day, no matter who his loyalties laid with. But he was still young. Pain was still a method that worked on him, both physical and psychological. She wouldn’t just kill him right away. Not because she felt anything for him…if she could, she’d slice his throat right this moment and have it all be done. But he wasn’t a ghost. There might be precautions that could come back to haunt her if she’s not careful.

And it might be fun. Get some revenge as she seeks some leverage. First, she’ll get information out of him…and when she’s ready, extort his agency. His freedom and safe return in exchange for her file to be deleted completely, to be free, or whatever she’ll get from him will be sold to the highest bidder.

“We’re going to have some mommy and son bonding time…I have some questions. And you…you’re a fountain of information.”

It stung deeply. Sadly all of his training couldn’t hide all of the hurt, and he could only hope it hid most of it. Part of the reason he tried so damn hard with his handler was because he wanted to make her proud. To have a mother figure in his life who not only wanted him, kept him, and was proud of him. He thinks he achieves that but with the way their world works, he can never be sure. It wasn’t about emotions. It was about getting the job done.

So hearing those words were like a dagger to the heart.

Anger rose inside of him, and he glared at her. “Fuck you.” He spat.

[jackalmcgarrett]

Closed:

[playground-of-the-universe]

Once upon a time that much level of fear would have caused a different reaction inside of Jack. The need to protect and defend this man in front of him rather than take him and return him into the hands of the person who might have put that fear in him in the first place. But that softness was gone from him now. He kept his gun steady as he tried to see if Thomson had anything around or near him that he could use to fight him. 

“I’m afraid you are. I’ve been paid a lot of money to make sure you are. Now be a good lad and put your hands out or I’ll do it for you.” Jack growled out as he reached into his pocket for a ziptie. 

“Who?” Lauri breathed, fearing for the answer.

Carefully he put his left foot forward, taking a step in the other’s direction and slowly he began to lower his trembling hands to make it look like he was complying to the demand.

His eyes, still wide with fear, never left the gun.

Yet, Lauri thought there was something the man didn’t know… 

After he had escaped, he had taken self-defense classes and he prayed that he remembered the motions well. He also prayed to any God to aid him.

Quickly Lauri put his right foot forward and stepped to the side, out of the line of fire. With open palms he made a crossing motion with his hands, one hand slapping the gun, the other the assailant’s wrist in an attempt to dislodge the firearm from his grasp.

@jackalmcgarrett​

[jackalmcgarrett]

Had Jack been a common mugger or newbie gang banger, that move might have worked. It seemed well practiced and with intent. But the fear made him clumsy, as well as the amount of training Jack had. He was trained by SEAL’s and often deals with some level of mercenary...he’s leaned a few lessons that have left him permanent scars.

He gripped his gun more firmly, and in a few moves, countered the maneuver. “Nice try...” He gruffed out. “But not good enough.” And with the butt of the gun, he smacked Thomson on the side of the head with enough strength to knock him out. 

[hummingbird-spy]

Closed: Loose Ends

@jackalmcgarrett 

It wasn’t easy tracking him down. By the time she escaped captivity, seen what resources she had on hand, and what allies remained that she could trust…a long time has passed. Long enough for his abilities to be noticed and be taken in by the very same agency that took her in and molded her. He’d given them his service but after certain ops, you’re on your own for a bit. 

Which is when she decided to strike. 

Anger and indignation were the only emotions she has allowed herself to feel. Seeing his face, part of her, a very small part wondered and maybe even wished she could feel something else. An ounce of love. But looking at him she only saw the unfairness that fate had dealt her. 

To be seen as nothing but a vessel of a super soldier’s seed to make a new breed that the government could use for their own agenda. He wasn’t her son. Just a loose end. If she really wanted to be free of those who have used her…he needed to die. 

He was an impressive fighter, but he was young. And she had enough money to buy just enough henchmen to keep going at him until his bullets ran out and until he tired. When he was finally subdued, she had him transferred to a secondary location. 

When he began to rise, she smiled, sitting across from him in a far more comfortable chair. Slowly sipping her wine and waiting until his eyes fell on her. “Hello, darling. Did you have a good nap?” She smiled coldly at him, no warmth in her eyes, “What’s the matter? Don’t recognize your own mother?”

[jackalmcgarrett]

He’d taken down a cell of organized dealers in Paris along with his team. Given the delicate climate of political unease, they weren’t technically there. Once the op was complete, they were to scatter until reached by their handler. Jack made it out of Paris and into Belgium. It was supposed to be a short stop as he gathered his wits, rested a few days, and saw to his resources. 

But he’d been ambushed. He fought hard but he wasn’t at 100% and the men just kept coming. Eventually, even his will gave in and he was knocked out and taken. 

When he re-awoke, he was bound, legs bound to the chair, hands tied behind him, the chair was solid, made of metal rather than wood so breaking it wouldn’t be an option. He did his best to assess the room and look for ways to escape when he heard a voice. 

That smile sent shivers down his spine, or maybe it was her words. 

“How could anyone forget those soulless dead eyes?” He asked with sarcasm to mask any other sort of emotion that might be bubbling inside of him. 

Between his ops he’s tried to look into who his father might be. Hoping that he’d be far better than his mother, even by a smidge. And he was. The completely opposite. A hero. A war hero, a leader, the sort of man others followed. 

His mother...well, he’s been told parts of her story. He feels for her. But he also understands something clearly. He was in danger.

[jackalmcgarrett]

|| Jack’s a bit all over the place but I think I got back to mostly everyone. I’ll do my best to be active and stay so. But I don’t want to promise. As much as I like to think I’m doing an okay job, self doubt has kicked me in the balls tonight. Whether I’m writing Jack as a heartless mercenary or a pathetic washed up kicked out of service runt who just wants friends and a family...I just feel bleh. So sorry if replies suck tonight.||

[jackalmcgarrett]

Open: Hide and Seek, Winner Lives

[jackalmcgarrett]

He took a seat in the oversized, comfy desk chair, after moving her father’s body aside. He leans back and smirks a bit. “It is a nice rug. If I ever came close to feeling remorse on a job it would be about the stuff that gets ruined.”

He leans back in the chair before sitting up when he can finally see her face. “Well, from the intel I have, you were only enjoying the benefits your father and brothers raked in. But despite not meddling much in the business, you’re alive and they’re not.” It was a compliment. Or as close to one as he would get to making one. 

Jack smirked at the ‘smarter than the average gun for hire’ remark. “It’s tempting…but my freedom is worth more than whatever millions might be in there…”  

Her inquiry had him raising an eyebrow. It wouldn’t be the first time he switched employers. And with how much time he’s spent already, the odds weren’t really in his favor. “I’m flexible…but I will need some proof of payment upfront. $100,000.00 wired to an account I’m going to write down,” He said as he grabbed a piece of paper and pen and wrote his bank information. “Once I have that in my account I’ll leave. If anything else, it’ll get you out of here alive. You got my number if you’re serious about hiring me to kill for you.” 

[dontpussyfootaround]

“I did try and keep my hands off my Father’s work. It was always abit too destructive for my tastes, but since it’s been dropped into my lap in a blood soaked package I don’t think I can avoid it anylonger. I’ve done his books on the rare occasion and been dragging along to watch a job more than I pleased so I know how things work and unlike them I know how to stay alive.” Antoinette crosses her legs messing with the monitors once more.

She tuts looking at him a annoyed look flickering across her features. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Darling. But I’m tucked away in a safe room on the opposite side of the house and I can’t exactly hop out of the television to pick up that scrap of paper. So if you could be a doll and read it out I can have it in your account before you leave that chair.”

Antoinette pulls up her Father’s accounts on one of the screens quickly handling the transaction after the needed information was given. “If the least that does is ensure I can leave this room I’m happy. Check your accounts, I assure everything you asked for will be there and abit more to ensure I keep my head. When your done with all that you can meet me in the library to handle the fine print on the other matters I have at hand. If you can manage to kill everyone unlike you did here then I’m happy to double whatever your need payment is or whatever they try to bribe you with to save themselves.”

@jackalmcgarrett

[jackalmcgarrett]

After reading the information to her that she needed, he waited to see that the funds were dropped into his account. He made his way to the library, taking his time and to admire all of the riches that were probably stolen or bought with blood money. He wonders if he should or would ever have a place like this. Maybe one day. 

Once in the library he looks around, trying to find the camera that would allow her to see him. “So let’s work on this contract. Do you have a list specifically in mind, or simply the men who hired me to take this hit?” 

[jackalmcgarrett]

Open: Heading Home

[fandom-fellas]

jackalmcgarrett‌:

He smiled at her response. She had a ferocity to hr that he liked. Being in the military, it was a trait called for by everyone regardless of why they joined, but she carried it off in a way that drew him in. He couldn’t explain why. There was just something about her…something that always pulled him back to her no matter what sort of op took him away, sometimes months at a time. When he came back he was looking for her, and that’s not counting the times she’s always there when his team is being picked up. 

The invitation to cook surprised him…it seemed less formal than going out to eat at a third party location and a bit more intimate. But he nodded, “Sounds amazing. I mean, I’ve lived off of rations for the past couple of months so at this point a gas station hot dog seemed gourmet to me. When and where?”  

She knew Jack’s schedule, and her own.  He would be expected to do paperwork and have a debriefing.  Thinking on how long it would take them to get home, along with various other factors, she came up with a time and date.

“How about Saturday night.  Around seven.  Would you like steak or Italian?  I’m pretty good at both.  Better at steak.  My family was always cooking red meat.  We would raise a few cows at a time and…well…”

They would devour one in the raw on the full moon, and the rest of the meat from the others would go to be cooked.  But she wasn’t about to say that.  That would probably just put him off.

[jackalmcgarrett]

He did the mental math in his head, taking in count how long he’d be reporting in and writing up reports. He would stop by a few of his friend’s place but not that many and he didn’t have any family, not any close by anyway that he could or would visit. So he nodded at the time frame. “That sounds like a perfect time. And I do love both but I would never say no to a good steak...I don’t think any soldier would after having to live off of rations.” He told her with a smirk. 

“Should I bring anything?” 

[jackalmcgarrett]

Closed:

For: @playground-of-the-universe​ 

Despite Jack’s skill set he’s honed during his short stint in the CIA, because of his age, he doesn’t have much of a rep as a gun for hire. The sort of work he’s able to get is mostly security and get away drivering. It’s not the worst paying gig but it’s not what he strives for. He can’t live a normal, civilian life anymore and he won’t try to pretend to. He’s gained some traction in his work by saving the lives and coming through for his employers when their other hitters and security teams fail and get killed off, and he gets the job done and keeps them alive. 

He’s not blind or ignorant to the work some of the men who hire him are involved in. But they don’t ask questions, and don’t expect him to put up protest or questions either. He accepts the money and the job. 

His latest one seemed rather simple. A retrieval. 

Jack did his recon and learned the schedule of his target. Once he had an idea of when was the best time to strike, he got to work. 

Breaking into Thomson’s place, he took care of any obstacles with a fierce determination and no hesitation.  Gun at the ready to help him take control of the situation, he advance on his target, “I wasn’t told to be gentle. So it depends on you if you wanna make this harder than it needs to be.” 

[playground-of-the-universe]

Furiously Lauri scrubbed his hands, trying to rid them of paint. He had just finished another canvas - the end result hadn’t been to his satisfaction - but the art had served its purpose. At least he had gotten rid of the demons that had been breathing down his neck all day and it had made him feel a little more peaceful.

A sudden loud bang coming from farther down his apartment had him on alert immediately. Years of abuse had given him a sixth sense to when something was wrong, and right now the hairs in his neck standing on end told him something was very wrong.

Another crash followed, and without thinking twice Lauri bolted for the kitchen window, the tap still running. His heart was hammering in his throat, fear making him nauseous and the dread he felt built into a crescendo when the window wouldn’t budge. He turned around, his back against the window and frantically scanning the area, searching for a way out.

Yet, there was none…

Before he was fully aware, Lauri was looking down the barrel of a gun. He didn’t even register the person holding the firearm; it was as if he was looking through a tunnel, his entire focus on the mouth of the object that seemed to spread wide like a beasts maw, ready to devour him.

Eyes wide with fear and horror and never leaving the gun, his heart slamming so hard that it was deafening, and with his tongue dryer than parchment, he slowly raised his hands while the other spoke.

The words confused him.

He was barely able to voice the first thought that came to mind. “I-I’m not the one… you’re l-looking for.”

@jackalmcgarrett​

[jackalmcgarrett]

Once upon a time that much level of fear would have caused a different reaction inside of Jack. The need to protect and defend this man in front of him rather than take him and return him into the hands of the person who might have put that fear in him in the first place. But that softness was gone from him now. He kept his gun steady as he tried to see if Thomson had anything around or near him that he could use to fight him. 

“I’m afraid you are. I’ve been paid a lot of money to make sure you are. Now be a good lad and put your hands out or I’ll do it for you.” Jack growled out as he reached into his pocket for a ziptie. 

[jackalmcgarrett]

Open: Branching Out

[laurelmente-deactivated20220527]

jackalmcgarrett‌:

Nero had always kept him on the west coast. Even if he got taken into the Roman camp, he’d never fit in. Minerva was a virgin goddess, and unlike her Greek counterpart, never had mind-children. They’d think him an abomination and a freak of nature. 

He grabbed his lacrosse stick which turned into a Greek style spear when he twisted the handle and pressed the sharp point against her throat with anger at the false promise of family and belonging. “A cabin of kids for a supposed virgin goddess? How do they stand it?” He hissed. “To be jokes….I bet they’re not taken as seriously in the war room as the children of Ares….even if our mother has as much claim on the subject as that stubborn, pigheaded, asshat!” 

When Laurel laughed, she could feel the point of the spear on her throat a little tighter. “She is a virgin goddess. But that’s the difference between the Romans and Greeks. Camp Half-blood does view Athena’s mind children as legitimate children. And I’d venture to say that the Athena and Ares Cabins do have a healthy rivalry.”

She shook her head, felt the spear dig a little but ignored it. “I’d have to agree with you there, Ares is a huge dick. Nearly helped the titans win that last war, the moron.”

“You know, I’m jealous of you. Always wanted to be an Athena kid and thought I was until I was claimed. I’d thought I was odd for the Apollo Cabin since combat magic is my strong suit and not so much healing. Can’t even play an instrument… not a bad singer though.” She tilted her head in thought. “Yeah… but they’re still my family.” she mused.

[jackalmcgarrett]

Part of him felt something inside of him stir. He had taken a course of micro-expressions after seeing a show called “Lie to Me” that piqued his interest. It had come in very handy to notice when someone was lying. And she wasn’t. Or she thought she wasn’t....that was a way to tell the truth, if you think it is. But his masters had fed him facts...and they had to be real, right? 

Part of him ached to belong...to be part of a family. That’s all he ever wanted. For a second it might have showed on his face before he schooled his features. 

He pulled the spear back...still kept it in front of her so he could strike if he needed to, but away to let her speak without discomfort. 

“Don’t be. Only the foolhardy jealous being part of war...” 

[myxtorturedxheart]

jackalmcgarrett‌

“Dare I ask what’s so horrible about the party?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. Then he gave her a warm smile in thanks. “It means a lot to hear. It’s been a little weird…with family. For me…since I enlisted.” He rambled on in fragments. Their family dynamic was an odd one and him living the dangerous life of a SEAL added an extra tension at times. “I hope I can be here…it’s been over three years since I’ve celebrated Christmas in snowy weather and on home soil…but I never know when I’m spinning up. But anyway, how have you been? Anyone special your SEAL brother needs to have an awkward but well meaning talk with?” 

“Small talk.” Lucy said without a second thought. She and her mother weren’t close and she often took her holiday parties as an excuse to try and either talk her into leaving her well established career in history for something she deemed more appropriate or set her up with men she had zero interest in. “You wanted snow so you came to San Francisco? You might be disappointed.” She teased. “No one special. I’ve been far too busy with work.”

[jackalmcgarrett]

“I would rather take a bullet than fake my way through small talk.” He said giving her a sympathetic look.

“Well I stopped by some colder weather places on the way over to see some friends. Had a few snowball fights, built a snowman, burned my tongue more than once on some hot chocolate...they invited me to stay but his family was huge and I couldn’t handle too many questions about my own family and why I wasn’t with them. So I decided to come and see you. You’re passionate and dedicated. This is just the hall mark movies I had to watch with my buddy because of his girlfriend but love will find it’s way when the moment is right and so is the person.” 

[jackalmcgarrett]

//Slowly getting through replies...molasses slow...but I’m getting to them!

[jackalmcgarrett]

Closed: The 22 Manoa

For: @rydenkeller 

Jack stepped out of his car and took a moment to stare up at the fire station. He’d just passed his training and was assigned to Fire Station 22 Manoa. It wasn’t a completely done deal and part of him felt anxious about being accepted. 

He had a dream of being a SEAL like his father, since he’d been recruited by the CIA for a while, he thought it was a possibility. But an op gone wrong made it so neither the Navy or the CIA could clear him for active duty. That had crushed his spirits horribly. 

He gave his recovery time all of his grief and self pity. Pushing himself to recovery he also thought about his next stage in life...which is why he moved to Hawaii...where his only remaining relative lived. He and his father were newly acquainted so there was...an awkwardness there. But his father had his own team to lead and Jack refused to be a burden. He still sought out the adrenaline of danger...and so he tried out to be a fire-fighter. 

Taking a deep breath, he headed inside and nodded in greeting to the first person he say, “Hey. I think I’m in the right place. Jack McGarrett. New recruit.” 

[jackalmcgarrett]

Closed| Family Found

For @nativehaole​​ 

Somehow jumping out of planes and storming enemy territory seemed a million times easier than this. There were courses that trained him to do the other stuff. Meeting your biological father for the first time wasn’t easy on any given day, he’s sure. But his dad was a SEAL and he was...something akin to one. 

Recruited by the CIA for his talent, stubbornness, and fearlessness in the face of death among a few other reasons, he went along ops that left no trace, no signature. He was good...but he was also young and the lack of experience got the better of him in the last mission he had. 

He wasn’t completely sure how he got to friendly soil, but from there he was airlifted to a hospital that could handle the damage he took on. He didn’t die and eventually with a lot of physical therapy, learned to walk again. He just...couldn’t ever be cleared for another op. 

He couldn’t even try to go back to his life before...he wasn’t the same guy. And not being able to serve really got into his head. He wasn’t sure who he was or what he stood for. He was lost. 

So his only choice...the last option he had on the table that glared at him with a neon like blare...was to tell his father about his existence. He wasn’t sure how’d he’ll be received. So he stopped himself from thinking too much about it. To focus on the mission at hand. And that was to get to Hawaii...which he did. And then find his father and ask for a chance to speak with him. 

He thought about going to his home but that felt...too personal. Too intimate. In the end Jack figured it would be a good middle ground to meet at his father’s work place. 

As he waited for his visitor’s badge, he got a funny look from the guy at the front desk. His mother let him keep the McGarrett name and he guessed that he was wondering how he was related to the man who ran one of the best known tasks force of the island. Told where to go, he felt every step he took echo like thunder, his heart beating insanely loud in his ears. 

Walking up to the office, he knocked, standing statue still in the threshold. “Commander McGarrett? May I come in?”