Hawaii Five 0 Gen
Eating Ice-Cream
The entire factory floor is a freezer. Steve’s fingers are cold wrapped around his gun handle, but he’s got point and he’s not lowering his weapon until they’ve cleared the place. Danny, Chin and Kono and Grover fan out behind him each taking an aisle.
There’s an eerie quality to foot falls in such a large cold space and Steve can track the other four easily through the vapour coming of boxes and boxes of microwaveable pizzas. There isn’t a noise besides them in the whole building.
Steve makes his way for the foreman’s office overlooking the factory, his team keeping ranks behind him. He climbs the steps with Danny on his six.
The other three wait where he’s directed them. Keeping an eye on their surroundings.
Steve knocks hard on the office door, “Five-0 open up!” He can’t see it, but he feels Danny role his eyes as if due process isn’t as important to Steve as it is to his partner.
He’s just about to try the handle when the first gun goes off. In a natural environment Steve can pin point the location of a shoot within five feet, but the factory echo’s and the sound ricochets. He doesn’t have time to worry anyway, because the second set of gunfire is easier to pinpoint when a series of holes explode from the door in front of him outwards into the factor.
He throws himself down besides the door and under the windows, Danny behind him has to risk the gunfire to get to the other side. There’s a lot more gunfire after that, so much Steve gives up on counting the shots.
“I’d say this is our drug runners.” Steve informs the man, the previous three factories hadn’t had any gun fire at all, it’s kind of a give away. Danny just rolls with it, focus on the stairs and the floor below them, trusting Steve to deal with whoevers in the office. “The others?” Steve checks inching out a small mirror to check his targets through the office window. There’s one man, he’s got a heavy set, a desert eagle, and few distinguishing features, he also appears to be completely alone.
“They got pushed back by the gunfire.” Danny admits, then fires off two rounds over the railing at an approaching gunman.
Steve takes one breath in, stands up and shoots the man in the office clean through the chest. The man hits the ground hard, and Steve ducks back to his position in case there’s a second shooter.
They both take five deep breathes. “Inside?” Danny checks, picking another target, slightly further away, but clearly trying to sneak up on them.
“Inside.” Steve agrees and leads the way. Danny locks the door behind them.
The foreman’s office is small. Steve checks for a pulse on the man he’s shot, but it’s already gone. Steve kicks the gun under a desk and seeks out any clues. Danny’s a step behind him, gun in hand, and eyes on their exit.
The lights blink off the same time an explosion sounds at the far end of the factory. The whir of the factories refrigeration systems winds down and stops completely. Danny stares out into the darkened factory, but it doesn’t change anything.
Steve pulls out his torch, clasps it between his teeth and continues on his search.
They spend enough time in the office for one of the gunmen to try and ram the door. Danny coolly shots them through the thin wood and shortly after Steve finds what he’s after.
“Come on before someone tries to destroy it.” Steve orders, and head back down into the fray, Steve on point, and Danny at the rear. He trusts the others to be safe, that’s their job and they are very good at it, besides if they aren’t there is nothing he or Danny can do for them, so he deals with the mission.
Steve manages to find the substantial drug stash disguised as tubs upon tubs of ice-cream. Then they get pinned down in their aisle, and have a twenty minute shoot out with whoever was too stubborn to run when they realised police were raiding their crime den.
Steve pulls down several boxes from the actual-ice-cream shelf to try and provide cover. Honesty he thinks is just makes the air colder, which is good because the entire factory is started to warm up. Outside it’s just past noon, and the Hawaiian midday sun is doing the best it can to warm the factory.
“How long do you think they’ll keep this up?” Danny takes a pot shot down the aisle at one of the men trying to get a clear shot. Fortunately the stash was towards the middle of the aisle and none of the men were a good enough shot to clip him or Danny despite their flimsy cover.
“We’re sitting on a few million dollars worth of pseudoephedrine.” Steve rested his back against said tubs. “You should get comfortable.”
He’s surprised when Danny does, though there’s that set to his mouth that says he’s going to start complaining. Steve rests his gun on his knee, ready to take aim and shoot in a heartbeat. Danny thunks his head back when he sits next to Steve.
They sit listening to the movements in the factory. The occasional distant gunfire, and the sound of the return fire. It’s probably the other 5-0 members have been pinned down as well, but there’s not rush to get out so Steve’s willing to wait out the enemy before doing something too reckless (Danny would not approve).
Danny breaks the monotony of sitting there by ripping open one of the boxes serving at their cover. Steve is bemused as Danny makes a horrified noise and puts it back in.
“What flavour was it?” Steve already knows, but he loves the way Danny scrunches up his face at the two second old memory.
“Heathens the lot of you.” Instead of answering Danny goes for another box, and what he ends up settling back next to Steve with, is a box of double choc fudge ice-cream. Danny opens the tub and then, discovering the flaw to his plan, glares at it.
“You don’t have a spoon, and I’m a heathen?” Steve teases right back, even as he moves, “Cover us.”
Danny pops his gun up as Steve sets his aside and rifles through his pockets. What he pulls out is his pocket knife, the big one with all the tools. He folds out the spork and offers it to his partner. Danny gives into the offer pretty quickly and sets about trying the ice-cream.
“I’m pretty sure that’s stealing, Danno.” Steve jostles the man next to him. Danny pushes back.
“No, because this is all going to melt anyway. I’m doing a public service.”
“You skip breakfast?”
“And dinner last night.” Danny agrees around the end of the spork. The image sets Steve’s imagination off, so instead of dealing with those thoughts he wrestles the spork off his friend and tries the ice-cream himself. It’s a little too rich for him.
“Bet you can’t find a caramel.” Steve dares, and like a shot Danny sets to the task.
Grover finds them both sitting amongst a battlefield of ice-cream containers, only a bite or two missing from any one box. Kono and Chin have taken out the remaining thugs, and Grover’s come in to check if they need first aid. He glares at them for a full minute, Danny’s just about to start apologising, when Grover shouts out, “Chin, Kono, we’re having an ice-cream party over here.”
By the time the HPD arrive to secure the scene, Steve’s pretty sure they’ve tried every ice-cream flavour the factory has to offer. He’s even managed to get Danny to try the ‘horrific’ pineapple chunk ice-cream. Well… Kono had managed, but he’d helped.