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Paul Cummings, who liked to entertain customers while working at a dealership, recalls kidding around with an older couple as he touted the interior quietness of a car on the lot.
He put them in the vehicle, closed the door and then, with much animation, pretended he was yelling at them.
"I really was just mouthing the words," says Cummings, who now heads a sales training firm. "Then I opened the door and said, 'See how this car blocks out noise; I bet you couldn't even hear me.'"
They got the joke and Cummings got the sale. "You want people to say 'wow' not 'whoa,'" he says of his clowning around.
It's obviously not for everyone.
A Rolls-Royce dealer might put a quivering hand over his mouth at the sight of a salesperson doing a Jerry Lewis routine before urbane customers who call Fifth Avenue home.
But a little playfulness works if you read customers right and perceive they'd be open to it, Cummings says.
I thought about that while talking to James Saker after his presentation at an E.N.G. automotive conference in California.
He is a professor at Loughborough University, a U.K. business school with a degree program for students pursuing professional careers at dealerships.
People approaching their jobs with a sense of "playfulness" perform better and learn quicker, Saker says.
"They see the whole thing like a game, like playing a video game, where you experiment and take some risks," he says.
That said, he adds a caveat: Don't have too much fun.
"If you take your job too lightheartedly, you run the risk of being frivolous," he says. "You don't want people to think you aren't taking them seriously."
But his research shows that a playful approach can go a long way.
"It's a major trait of successful car people," Saker says. "It allows them to learn about customers better; to bounce back; to figure out a computer program; to display a 'let's-do-it mentality'; and to enjoy work because it doesn't seem like 'work.'"
As director of Loughborough's automotive-management center, Saker oversees various studies on what works and doesn't work at dealerships.
He and his research team look at everything from employee behavior (and misbehavior) to dubious showroom decorations intended to enhance sales.
He tells of how a well-intended British dealership, at the urging of an ad agency, positioned giant plastic stand-up numbers – 1, 2 and 3 – on the sales floor.
They were supposed to stand for 1. Choose, 2. Try, 3. Buy. But that was lost on most customers as they tried to maneuver around the bulky numbers to get a closer look at the showroom cars.
"In reality, the numbers just got in the way," Saker says. "And kids were swinging on the '3' so it became a safety issue, as well."
Today, because of Saker's findings, the number of numbers on that dealership's sales floor is zero.
Saker says it's easier to cart off gimmicky showroom fixtures than to change inappropriate human behavior. His researchers come across plenty of that at dealerships.
For instance, although a test drive is considered vital to the car-selling process, slacker staffers at a Belgium dealership couldn't be bothered.
"Their customers were actually asking for test drives and were refused by some sales people who considered it as too-hard work," Saker says.
Then there were the insensitive Spanish dealership employees, evidently fans of slap-stick comedy. What did they do when a customer accidentally bumped face-first into a plate-glass window?
"They laughed," Saker says, shaking his head.
It's one thing to try to make customers laugh, as Cummings did as a car salesman.
But for Professor Saker, laughing at customers gets a failing grade.


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Yum yum, we have it again!
I was trying, on Husband's wish, to buy us some more of this about a month ago, but for some reason NBT suddenly wanted a rather extravagant shipping fee from the UK to Denmark (I wrote to them to ask if that could really be true, but never got a reply), so I put it on my English Christmas list instead. I am now one of those people who put tea orders on their Christmas list, apparently. Well, it was an old favourite (and a bunch of samples) and I thought a rather special occasion. One should be allowed to take advantage of family connections, don'tcha know!
So cheers, you lot, and happy holidays.
I agree. I've always thought those two flavours suit each other just perfectly. Bit like an oolong from the greener end of the spectrum with lemon.
Now I want to pull out one of those cute puerh stuffed tangerines & drink it :)
I do light she with orange, or tangerine. Both are delicious :)
I can't really taste much difference between tangerine and orange in flavouring, so I count those as more or less the same thing. :)
I've had this tea a number of times now but only just realised it now that I'd never posted about it. Lucky this is what we had today, then, because an actual tasting note wasn't really what I thought I'd be writing here today… I wish I'd paid more attention to the tea, then.
Anyway, as mentioned I've had it a number of times, so I think I can muddle through. Basically we've got a citrus-flavoured breakfast blend. The base blend itself is strong and.. breakfast-blend-y. I can't tell what all has gone into it, but I suspect it's largely of Indian/Sri Lankan origin. The citrus-flavouring is not super tart, it's more of a bitter-y flavour and a bit perfumed. I think we're dealing with bergamot here and possibly some grapefruit. It's not very strongly flavoured, so rather than tasting like a flavoured tea, it's more like a standard breakfast blend with a twist.
I rather like it. I like that the emphasis is on the base blend, which makes it a familiar sort of thing to drink if one enjoys breakfast blends, but with a bit of freshness on the side.
Anyway, what I actually came to say was, merry Christmas, Steepsterites, as in this country we celebrate on Christmas Eve rather than Christmas Day.
One of these days I shall get around to summing up the AC Perch's christmas calendar which continued to disappoint straight through to the 24th… Not buying that one again next year!
This was the tea for the 18th. We've got a bit of a backlog, but this is the sort of thing that will happen when you keep finding things that make you think, "meh."
I don't know anything about this one. It's a white tea. I don't think it should be flavoured, because it usually says aromatised on the packing if it is and it didn't here. Was it grown in Iran, then? If so, we've got a lot of points on the Scale of Interestingness. Somehow, though, that strikes me as a little unlikely. That sort of thing doesn't seem to be ACP's style, although you never know.
When drinking it, I am further confused about whether or not it's flavoured, because it tastes extraordinarily like peaches. Like a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot of peaches!
It didn't actually have any of the things about it that normally puts me off in a white tea. None of that cucumber-y, courgette-y flavour. Not much in the way of floralness and no grass or straw or anything. Just peaches.
It was so strong at one point that I actually visualised biting a peach while tasting it. I could see the yellow flesh of the fruit and feel the downy skin of it. I could see the wrinkly stone and almost feel its roughness against my tongue. It was a really strong sensation of peach there. Far stronger than just your average 'oh, this tastes like peach.'
So. I don't much care for white tea in general and this elicited another sigh when opening it but it has turned out to be quite drinkable. THIS is the sort of experience I'd been hoping to get from the Christmas calendar, dammit!
Finally something sensible! December 16th's tea. I decided to put yesterday's satchets with the tin of it that I already had.
This! This is far more me than most of the things I've had in the calendar so far (apart of course from the wonderful Panyong.), and the stuff I hoped I'd find. Next year I might get the Christmas calendar from Simply Tea which costs the tip of a jet, but is all unflavoured things. We'll see.
Anyway, I think I'm putting this under the correct heading. The satchets say breakfast tea, and it does indeed taste like Assam and Ceylon, so this is where I'm putting it. Apparently this is the oldest blend in their repertoire.
It's strong and flavourful and with a great deal of raisin and honey notes to it. I'm enjoying this very much and it's just the thing to have before making dinner (I'm famished) and after a round of Parcel Bingo with the Danish postal service, in which I came to pick up a parcel and went home with a totally different parcel (also for me, so no catastrophe there) which I didn't even know had arrived yet. I shall have to go back and have another crack at getting the first parcel tomorrow. Ordering Christmas presents online is easier in the moment of shopping. Not so much when trying to keep track of which parcels have arrived and how many are still outstanding…
So December 14th was a green blend which we didn't have yesterday because we had a lot of mulled wine and all round Christmas cheer instead with decorating the tree and whatnot. So there just wasn't 'space' for a distinctly summer-y sounding blend.
Summer-y or not, though, this was one of those that I want to find in a product such as this calendar. Something that wouldn't have caught my eye otherwise but that I might find interesting when tasting it. In other words, not something that I know I won't like much.
It smells like sweeties when steeped. It's a very fruity blend with dried fruit bits in (tropical) and large rose petals. Smells like winegums. This of course made me interested!
Unfortunately it doesn't taste like sweeties. It tastes like… like… like… I'm not sure. I can taste the tropical fruits, pineapple in particular but also something else that I don't really think I like much. It's a quite grassy sort of flavour, which leads me to think about the bamboo. I've had bamboo in blends before and actually rather enjoyed it, so I don't think it's the bamboo alone that does it here. I think it's more a question of, for me, the bamboo simply doesn't play well with some of the other ingredients. The rose petals is giving it a fairly floral finish as well, which I'm not keen on either.
Another miss for me, then, but I'm quite pleased that it wasn't a known dislike before I even tasted it!
As for today's tea, I'm having a bit of a think about it. I've decided that in order to prevent things lying around for ages untasted, I must drink these in order. Today's box however contained two satchets of their green mandarin blend, which I've already got loads of in a tin. So, is it okay to put those two satchets with the tin, or must they still be used before I can have tomorrow's tea? Answers on a postcard, please. (To be frank, my decision will probably hinge on what tomorrow's tea actually is)
Do you like the green mandarin blend? If so, put the sachets with the tin. Do you dislike it? Drink them. :D
December 13th. I have no clue what's in this (and I can't be bothered to look it up) but I expect it involves mint in some way what with having 'cool' in the name. That's usually a minty word.
It has a quite familiar smell to it which I think is grapefruit-y. Husband doesn't agree with me on that at all, but couldn't otherwise place the smell. I think there's spearmint involved as well. It has that sharpness.
I guess it comes as no surprise, given the nature of this calendar, that I'm not terribly keen on spearmint because I find it tastes like toothpaste. Sometimes I wonder why I even keep trying with it. Tea after tea that I don't like, who could blame me for giving up? I keep at it because surely at some point they must run out of things I don't like, mustn't they? Tell me yes, please!
Anyway, we are having this one as the cup of herbal before bedtime, so now I'm just hoping it doesn't contain mate or guyuausysusyuyauyuayusuayu or whatever it's called. With my luck, it probably does.
After steeping, the grapefruit smell has disappeared, so now I don't think it involves grapefruit at all. Instead it smells rather strongly of licorice. (This should be good for Husband who's been a bit ill recently with a persistent cold) There's a minty smell to it as well and something else that I can't quite place, but suspect might be some kind of spice.
It definitely has licorice in it. It's right there in the aftertaste, being all thick and sweet. As for the rest?`I have no idea. It's not as minty as expected, but I am getting a bit of a minty mouthfeel after drinking a few sips. The aftertaste is fairly dominated by the licorice though, so it's a little difficult for me to focus on. Can't tell if it's spear or pepper.
There is something else in here giving it body and I can't tell what it could be. Don't think it guyyuayuayuayauayayussuaysya or mate, much to my relief. It could even just be the natural flavour of a whole lot of mint, since mint is more than just the aftertaste, although the aftertaste is what I primarily tend to think of as minty.
The licorice is a little over the top, but other than that, it's okay. Not awesome, but not awful either. In the context of the calendar so far, that's not a bad result at all.
And for December 12th we have… jasmine. Jasmine?! PERCH'S, YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS! December of 2014 will forever be known as the Month of Meh! If you want a detailed tour of my dislikes, then look no further than this Christmas calendar. All I need now is for hibiscus to show up. If it does, I might actually just refuse to drink it.
I get that there's a certain risk involved when buying a tea calendar like this that not everything will be to your liking, but this is just ridiculous. We are halfway through and so far there has been one (ONE!) tea that I really liked, one that was at least interesting sounding, one that was acceptable and the rest have been at varying stages between meh and blegh.
I've had this one before when it was sent to me as a free sample. Didn't like it then, don't like it now. I don't like jasmine because it's so very very very floral. I find it's like drinking perfume. Some people find it sweet and I can sort of see that, but it's not a kind of sweetness that I enjoy.
Just Say No.
Good morning Steepsterites.
I don't usually have tea in the morning because I rarely feel like I really have the time, but I've come one behind on the Christmas calendar and since the 11th was a day of known like (!!!) I thought I'd catch up a bit.
Look, it's my favourite ever type! Hurray! At last something nice! At last something interesting! At last something I might actually go and buy! This ought to have been the 24th box, really. They're going to have a hard time topping this.
Anyway, it's not the smoothest I've ever had, a bit rough around the edges and with a touch pseudo-smokyness. Lots of grain and malty notes though, and a bit of cocoa as well.
I haven't seen them have this type before at all. There was a Panyong with Paklum blended in, which is some sort of white tea, apparently, that I've never heard of anywhere else. Why they would do such a thing is beyond me, but this one as far as I can tell from the satchet wrappers is just the black tea.
Well. We knew it had to come, didn't we? Yes, another flipping Christmas blend. I'm going to be heartily sick of Christmas blends before this calendar is used up! This time on a black base, the very most traditional kind of Christmas blends. Why is this not in the 24th box??? Seems the logical place to put it. Now I have no clue what that one is going to be.
Anyway, we are having this one tonight, although it was the tea of the 10th, because we didn't have one yesterday and I have decided that in order to stop me from letting unfavoured samples languish forever, these must be had in the order they were opened. And so, if I want to move on to the infinitely more interesting tea of the 11th, which I do, then I must drink this first.
Really, we're talking about variations on a theme with this one. Spices and orange. We've had that on a white base and on a green base so far already and now also a black one. I'm fully expecting a rooibos based Christmas blend to appear as well. Perhaps even an oolong one.
I can't really detect the orange much in this but I could see the pieces in the blend. I'm mostly getting a load of generic spice and with a side-note of something borderline soapy. The soapy note is also to do with the spice and I know I should know what causes it, but I can't think of what it could be right now. It's one of those things, right on the tip of my tongue.
I know the spice blends and whatnots in all three of these Christmas blends so far have been different, but they just haven't been different enough. They all seem the same-ish to me, but on different bases. So not impressed with this one either.
I still have a couple of posts in my notebook which will be typed up… eventually. So those will appear out of order, but posting in the right order, I've decided, is less important than drinking in the right order.
Day 9 in my Christmas calendar and another miss for me.
We've had Husband's parents over for the weekend, so I haven't had access to my computer. Therefore, expect some backlogging. I thought about queueing again, but decided not to. Not with the Christmas calendar, anyway.
So far I've been less than keen on the offerings of this calendar and I can only hope that things will improve somewhat. Today's (well, yesterday's) Darjeeling did therefore not really come as a surprise so much as a 'well, that's overwith, then.'
It came in satchets and I've had one before which I manage to utterly ruin, so this one was new-ish to me. I don't much care for Darjeeling and this one was another in the long line of why. Too grassy, too spicy, too… too high-grown, really. I made it at 80°C, because a lower temperature lessens the things about it that I find a bit unpleasant. Sadly it doesn't remove them.
I wasn't paying too much attention while drinking it, but I did drink all of it and I didn't screw up my face at any point and wonder why I was bothering, so I think we can conclude that it was relatively drinkable. It's also funny how knowing that this is the only cup there is of it factors in. If I knew I had another load of cups to get through, I'd have been a lot less accepting of it, but as it was I found it tolerable. Still not keen, though.
I shall be writing up the missed days and posting them as I finish. Might take me a couple of days though. Oooh! I can throw in, though, that December 7th wasn't actually a tea, but a small packet with two ginger biscuits. As I don't care for ginger (another miss) I gave them both to Husband, who informed me that they were quite nice and went well with the cup of tea we were having at the time. Can't remember which tea that was, though. It's also entirely possible that I was the only one having tea at that point and the others were having coffee.


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Author: dreamwind83
Pairing: Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams/Harry Potter
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 1 of H50
Disclaimer: I do not own any version of the Harry Potter series or the Hawaii Five-O (2010) series. I make no profit from this work of fiction.
Author's Notes: Crossover with Harry Potter books. Not compliant with the Epilogue from DH. Takes place during Season 1 of Hawaii Five-0 2010. This is just a teaser of another crossover fic I am working on. It has no title as of yet and will not be updated for a while as I plan to keep focused on my other fics first.
Summary: A Curse. A Death and the red thread of fate binds them together.
Timeline Info: Post DH but prior to the Epilogue. Season 1 of H50 starting around episode 1.01
Chapter 1
August 2009; Southampton, England
Harry hated going to the docks. But this morning he especially hated it. The fog was thick and cold this morning leaving everything damp and partially hidden. It was mornings like this when he was still half asleep from a long days work the day before and a night spent with a squalling baby, that made getting up and going to the docks on a stake-out a bloody pain. No matter how tried and pissy he was this was his job and he took it seriously. He had spent almost four years tracking the arms dealers known as Victor and Anton Hesse. He had been tracking almost since he had finished Auror training, in fact.
The two were on her Majesty's most wanted list for selling weapons to known terrorists, both magical and muggle. Because of the fact they were Wizards as well, Harry had been asked to track them down and capture them by any means necessary. The Queen herself had even advised that she would prefer them to be given the Kiss if they were captured alive. While the Queen did not approve of the use of Dementors as prison guards and did not normally approve of their Kiss being used as a means of execution, the two brothers had killed many of her Majesty's best officers and they had no problem with killing innocent civilians as a means of distraction, either. Something that both Harry and the Queen found beyond the pale.
So that was why Harry was here on a day he would rather be sleeping in. He had had to use polyjuice for the last two months, so that his presence at the docks wasn't going to be noticed by Hesse or his goons. He had gotten close before but had been spotted and the two arms dealers had managed to get away. Harry wasn't going to let that happen again. He had spent too much time trying to catch these two and the man they were working for. He was tired of the chase and just wanted off the case so that he could have a normal case load and go home at night at a decent hour. If he could catch them he could get all the information he need from their minds or through the use of Veritaserum and then that information could be turned over to the Royal Task Force assigned to tracking and catching the man they worked for, a man that had been simply a ghost in the underworld until a year ago. Harry's informant had died to bring Harry the name Wo Fat.
Letting out a grumbled curse of discontent at the fog, Harry, known at the docks as Mike McHughe, tugged at the collar of his wool coat and headed towards the bulletin board where the day's jobs were posted. He should be listed to help load freight onto the ship that the Hesse brother's were using to ship guns and explosives into the United States. If all worked as planned he would locate the cash of weapons, both muggle and magical, and be able to get his message out to the rest of the Task Force before Victor or Anton figured out they had been made.
"Morn'in, McHughe," called another man stationed by the board, looking over the list of ships in port and the open jobs.
"Morn'in. Anything good left today?" Harry stepped up beside the man, scanning the board.
The older man, one Harry had seen at the docks every day so far, let out a loud bark of a laugh. "There ain't never anything good open."
"True 'nuff." Harry ran his finger over the damp paper, stopping over the name of The Albatross. The ship that Hesse was using to carry his weapons out of the UK and into the US. "This one don' sound too bad."
The other dock worker looked at the notice. "The Albatross? Cursed ship that one. You'd be betta off picking a different ship, lad."
"Cursed," asked Harry, trying to sound both skeptical and slightly frightened.
"Aye. It might leave wit a full crew but it neva comes back wit em. Half the crew is missin' every time it returns ta port."
"Could'a they just be getting off at the other end and join'n another crew?"
"Could be." The older man took a deep drag on his cigarett, puffing out a ring of thick white smoke. "I'da not take the chance. There be somethan' evil hovering about that ship."
Harry and the older man both turned to look through the fog down to where the Albatross was moored. The Albatross was a monster of a tanker. It was a large, imposing, steal ship that looked as if it had sailed right out of a movie about the turn of the century. The fog around it certainly helped with the eerie aura that seemed to hang about the ship. Harry wasn't fooled or scared by it though. He knew that it was nothing more than a spell meant to keep away Muggles and people the Captain didn't want getting close. It would also make sure that any dock workers they had to let onboard would be so on edge that they wouldn't notice the signs of all the illegal activity going on onboard. It was quite an impressive bit of spellwork.
Harry let his body shiver in response to the sight in case anyone working for Hesse was watching them. "May hap you're right. She's a spooky lady for sure."
"Aye." Harry watched the old man shiver and turn away from the ship, making the sign of the cross as he did so. Turning back to face the ship again Harry couldn't help but shiver, only this time it was in anticipation. He was so close now. Victor and Anton were almost in his grasp. Another few hours and it would all be over, once and for all.
Harry had continued to play the spooked man, crossing himself whenever he was passing the ship and quickly looking away from it, as if the very sight of it was somehow sure to do him harm. He wasn't sure if this would be the right approach in order to get chosen to help load the ship, but it was the best option. He was hardly the only dock worker crossing himself so.
Harry stopped what he was doing and turned to look at one of the men in charge of assigning work details. Harry didn't like Connell Norris. He had suspicions that the man was dirty and turning a blind eye on any illegal dealings going on under his watch for a percentage of the profits.
Setting his load down he walked over to the other man who was watching him with an unimpressed look. Harry couldn't care less and McHughe gave him the stink eye. Everyone at the pier knew how much the two seemed to dislike each other. Harry having gotten into one hell of a row with him only the week before, claiming that Norris was purposefully preventing him from getting any decent hours.
"What?" Harry crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the weasel-like little man.
"I gotta job for you."
"Well, goodie. What is it?"
Norris glared and for a moment Harry thought he might try and hit him. Which would be rather amusing since in his current disguise, Harry was almost twice Norris' size. "The Captain of the Albatross needs an extra hand loading the last of her cargo. Go see the first mate and get things loaded. That ship needs to be outta port on time. So don't be lazzin' about."
Harry rolled his eyes, glared at the ship in question and made a motion as if he was going to make the sign of the cross but thought better of it. His persona wouldn't want Norris to think him easily spooked off a job. That was after all why Norris would have assigned him to this ship today. "Fine."
Turning and stalking off Harry fought to contain his glee. Everything was in motion now. Shoving his hands in his pockets as he trudged over to the ship, Harry keyed in his code on the magical coin that would notify the rest of the Royal Task Force that he was getting into position on the ship. Harry would still have to send out a final confirmation before they could raid the ship, but this way his backup would be primed to go.
The First Mate was an easy man to find, seeing as he had been standing around by the ship all day, yelling at the crew to keep working. After a short round of yelling on the First Mate's part, Harry was assigned to help load the smaller cargo from the containers and into the special freezer compartment onboard. Harry didn't expect it to be much more than the crew's food and maybe some extra food being shipped overseas. Nothing that they would worry about him seeing. The "special" cargo would only be handled by the men of the crew that Hesse would trust or had threatened with death.
For another hour Harry worked quietly under the watchful eyes of the First Mate, before the man seemed convinced that Harry found the ship haunted enough not to wonder off. Eventually the man walked off, happy to go yell some more at his full time crew. Harry waited another twenty minutes before pulling out the small marble that he had charmed to create an illusion of his polyjuiced self working. It was a great bit of magic that Fred and George had come up with a few years ago to try and get out of babysitting duty. The marble monitored his movements and would replay them as an illusion for another hour before the spell cancelled out. It should give him more than enough time to explore the hold of the ship.
Ducking into a small closet, Harry waited for the last of the polyjuice to wear off before shifting into his animagus form. It wasn't perfect for this, as ocelots weren't native to the UK let alone the docks. He just hoped that if anyone saw him they might think him a rather large stray. The form of a normal house cat would have worked better but this would do well for now. His smaller size would allow him to use the air vents on the ship to sneak from room to room with as little notice as possible.
Taking a moment to rise his nose in the air, open his mouth and take a deep breath, Harry let himself relax into the new animal senses. His sense of smell wasn't as good as a canines but his night vision was much better. Of course the soft pads on his feet helped as well, allowing him to move almost silently through the ship.
Harry had to pause on three different occasions as he heard someone approach where he was. He didn't want to risk anyone hearing him and going for a closer look, as the vents were not large enough for him to change back into human form so that he could stun someone. He always waited for a count of twenty before continuing on after one of these close calls, so it took a little longer than he'd hoped to find the cargo he was looking for, but he still had enough time to get back before his illusion ended.
Taking another longer breath to try and scent out any hidden dangers, Harry slowly stepped out of the grate, allowing his body to shift back into his normal human form. Glancing around the dimly lit room Harry pulled out a small flashlight and began to open some of the larger crates, taking care to note each item he could see, even if he didn't recognize it. There had to be near forty large crates filled with semi-automatic rifles, handguns, and more that looked like they must be military issue. He had only opened the first crate that held anything magical, a crate filled with nearly a hundred Banshee Bombs, when he heard the sound of an amused voice coming from behind him.
"Well, now. I knew you couldn't resist coming to see my pretties, Potter."
Victor Hesse stepped out of the shadowed corner of the room and Harry silently cursed. He had no idea how longer Hesse had been in the room but it had obviously been long enough.
"They're mighty pretty, don't you think," Hesse asked picking up one of the Banshee Bombs. It was quite pretty in fact, looking like nothing more than a glass ornament meant for a Christmas tree, but without the hook. Small runes were inlaid in gold along the center of the bomb, just where a finger could run over the runes activating the bomb in seconds.
"Hesse," growled Harry.
Victor arched a brow and smirked at Harry, seemingly unafraid of the wand pointed at him. "I must admit that I find it rather pleasing that of all the wizard's sent to kill me the Queen chose The Master of Death."
"I'm not here to kill you, Hesse. I'm here to take you into custody." Harry narrowed his eyes, not liking how calm Victor was. He should be at least slightly worried to have a wand as dangerous as Harry's pointed at him.
Victor started laughing, his smile growing wider by the minute. "Such a good little Auror, aren't you?"
"Victor Hesse. You are under arrest for dealing in illegal arms, for consorting with known terrorists, breaking the statute of secrecy, for multiple acts of treason and-"
Victor stepped forward into Harry's space, pressing the tip of Harry's wand against his chest. "I am afraid not, little kitten." Hesse smirked and leaned down until he could whisper into Harry's ear. "Boom."
Harry jerked back but not in time to stop the force of the blasting curse from sending him flying across the room, his body crumpling against the steel wall and heavy wood of the crates. He could feel something in his chest snap and gasped, his fingers going momentarily limp. His wand dropped out of his fingers, vanishing into the hidden holster.
The clack of Hesse's boots against the metal floor brought Harry's attention back to the dangerous man in the room with him. Gasping, Harry tried to stand only to collapse back to the ground as his legs gave out beneath him. Cursing his inattention Harry silently began to unweave the nonverbal spell Hesse must have cast almost on top of the blasting curse.
"I was expecting more from the famous Harry Potter. It's a bit disappointing how easy this has been." Hesse gave Harry a rather put upon look and dropped to his knees in front of Harry. "I was hoping for so much more, but I suppose I shall have to find a new way to play with you, pretty kitty."
Harry flinched as Hesse ran his fingers gently down the side of his cheek, cupping it in his palm. Their eyes locked and Harry was suddenly grateful that he had finally learned how to protect his mind. Hesse licked his lips and leaned in as if he was going to kiss him, only to stop a breath away from Harry's own lips.
"Subsisto in Cattus,1" he breathed the words against Harry's lips, the pulse of the magic forcing the transformation before Harry could react.
Harry hissed as his body contorted and shrunk down into his animagus form. Towering over him, Hesse grinned wickedly down at Harry. Harry felt the hair on his back stand on end, his lips pulling back in a snarl as Hesse grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. Snarling, Harry swiped out a paw, aiming at Hesse's eyes with his sharp claws.
"Aw…Is my pretty kitty angry?"
Harry twisted in Hesse's hand, trying to get loose so that he could escape back to the safety of his team. If he didn't get free Hesse would get away and this whole bloody operation would all be for nothing. Harry yowled and kicked his back legs up, claws digging into Hesse's arms, drawing blood. The primal part of Harry crowed with glee at the sight and smell of his prey's blood.
Hesse cursed and shook Harry, which only caused Harry to dig his claws in deeper. "Little monster." Hesse smacked his wand against Harry's temple, the pulse of the stunner flooding through Harry, making his fur stand on end even as his body went limp.
September 2010; Honolulu, Hawaii
Harry had been trapped in his animagus form for almost a year now and every day he found a new reason to loath Victor Hesse. The Albatross had left England and Harry had been unable to stop it. Hesse had taken great joy in spelling on a collar to Harry that kept him trapped in his animal form, unable to talk, unable to use his magic. It left him vulnerable and unable to contact his team in England, or the contact he had in Hawaii to warn him of Hesse's arrival. The ship had gone from place to place dropping off weapons and picking up more. Occasionally Hesse would leave the ship to go terrorize some poor innocents, killing and torturing his way around the world. Harry could see the excitement in his face when he left and the pleasure in its place on his return.
Trapped in the small cage in Hesse's cabin when he was gone, Harry nearly starved on three separate occasions when the crew member assigned to feed him decided not to. Hesse had beaten the man after each occasion but that hadn't deterred the crewman. He, like Hesse, was a sadist. He seemed to derive a great deal of sexual pleasure from watching Harry's pain. In some occasions he had even put a bit of poison in the food to watch Harry's body twist and shake, his fur fall off in clumps, and blood run out his nose as Harry tried to survive a bit longer. After a while he had simply just stopped eating when Hesse left. He didn't trust the crew and he would rather starve than be poisoned again.
Now that they were docked in Honolulu, Harry was being extra careful. He needed to escape before Hesse arrived in another two days. He had to find a way to get to McGarrett and get him the information he needed about Hesse and WoFat. Too much was at stake and he had already been held captive too long. More people had died because he had been too cocky in his plan to get in, get the proof needed and get his back up onboard. He couldn't risk Hesse getting here and taking out McGarrett. He was the only trustworthy contact Harry had on Oahu and WoFat spent a large amount of time here recently building stronger contacts with the local Yakuza.
So Harry waited. Hesse had been of the ship for twenty minutes already and Harry knew from long experience now, that the crewman who Victor assigned to feed him would be sneaking into Hesse little office where he stashed Harry. The man couldn't stay away from him if Hesse wasn't onboard. It was like the man was compelled to seek him out and torture him. Harry often wondered if the man was actually under a compulsion spell to do just that. Harry wouldn't put it past Anton or Victor to curse one of the crewmen to torture Harry in their absence.
Harry paced his cage and waited. The man would come soon and this time Harry wouldn't cower back against the wall. This time he would make sure the man bled beneath his claws and when the man was down Harry would escape this floating Hell. He would escape and get to John and find a way to convince the man of who he was and the danger he was in.
So he waited. And waited. And waited.
And then the creek of the metal door scraping against the metal floor echoed through the small room, making Harry's sensitive ears throb and lay flat against his head. Harry hissed at the man, his nose wrinkling at the rancid odor coming off the man. As always he was unshaven and smelled as if he hadn't washed in a week. His eyes were red rimmed and Harry knew that he would be able to smell the whisky on the man's breath if he got close enough. Still despite how badly he wanted to cringe away from the man, he didn't. He crouched in the corner pretending to be scared and waited for the man to reach inside for him. That was when the man would be the easiest to attack. But still he would need to wait, just long enough for the man to pull him out of the cage. Once outside his chance to escape before the man could damage him further increased.
"Hello, wee little puss." The man leered through the bars of the cage at Harry, making Harry's fur stand on end. Laughing he thrust out his hand, knocking it against the metal bars hard enough to shake the cage. Harry hissed and jumped making the man smiled even wider, showing off a mouth of yellowed teeth. "Ah, does my wee pussy not wan' ta play? We canna be havin' that now, puss."
Harry hissed again and gave a quick swipe of his claws at the man before allowing his body to cower further into the corner of the cage.
"Now don' be like that, mah sweet little puss."
Thrusting his arm inside the small door, movements startlingly fast, he grabbed Harry by the front paw, barley snarling when Harry sunk his fangs into the flesh of his arm. Harry growled around the flesh and the blood filed his mouth and that he wanted to find as rancid as the smell of the man. The man screamed louder than Harry thought possible, dropping his hold on Harry's paw and trying to jerk his hand out of the cage.
Harry cursed himself as he realized he may have just ruined any chance to escape. All he could do now was lock his jaws on the man's tender flesh and try and wrap his paws around the mans arm, digging in his claws and hope that the man would pull Harry out of the cage along with his arm.
"Bloody fuck," screamed the man, trying to fling Harry off his now shredded arm. The man gave another violent shake of his arm, finally dislodging Harry, flinging Harry across the small room to crash against the wall.
Shaken, Harry lay on the floor, his heart pounding in his chest, blood dripping from his nose as he watched the man stumble towards the desk and the gun Hesse had stashed in it. Trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heart Harry took a moment, watching the man before pushing up onto unsteady feet. Darting his gaze around the room Harry noticed and rusted hole in one wall at ground level, hidden by the bed Hesse used when he was onboard. Looking back over at the man who was jerking the drawer with the gun open Harry decided that whatever was beyond that hole had to be better than waiting here for the unwashed arse to shoot him.
Running for the bed, he slipped under the bunk and crawled to the hole, squeezing through the sharp, rusted opening. Harry cursed as he felt the sharp edges of the metal leave cuts along his ribs as he squeezed through to the room beyond.
Pausing to look around the room he cursed as he realized it was almost identical to the room he had just escaped. Hearing the angry screams in Hesse's room, Harry jumped up onto the desk and flung himself at the metal shelves welded to the wall. His paws and chest hit the edge of the shelf and his back legs scrambled to find purchase so that he could pull himself up. Finally one of his back feet found a chink in the metal he could use to push himself up onto the shelf. Laying across the dusty surface, Harry just panted. He couldn't let himself rest long though because he could hear the other man in the room trying to yank the bed away from the wall to find where Harry had disappeared to. It wouldn't take him long to spot the hole in the wall and realize where Harry had gone, and Harry needed to be out of this room by then.
Trying to ignore the way his legs were shaking with adrenalin, Harry looked up above him to the open vent shaft. The room really was a mirror to the one he had been kept in.
Thinking again of John waiting on the island, in danger because Harry was stuck like this. Because Harry had failed to break free in time to warn him of the Hesse brother's plot. Of Wo Fat's plot to use them against John. The Hesse brother's were more than happy to work for Wo Fat on this mission even though there was a higher probability that one of them would die. They would get to kill Steve McGarrett, who like Harry, had been chasing them around the globe getting ever closer to catching them. Wo Fat would like it because he could kill off Steve McGarrett to hurt his father and then kill John. Or he could kill John off first and then let Anton kill John's son. Either way Wo Fat had two major threats to his operation taken out with one smooth stroke.
Harry couldn't allow that.
Jumping up Harry clawed and crawled up into the vent and to freedom. Smirking as best an ocelot could as he heard the angry shouting from the crewman as he barged into what was likely Anton's room only to find Harry gone.
John McGarrett's House; Oahu, Hawaii
Harry had escaped finally from The Albatross and the prison that Hesse had created for him only to know a brief taste of freedom. Three hours later and Harry had finally made it to John's house after hitching a ride in the back of a truck filled with surfboards, only to find that Victor had beat him there. Harry charged the man and managed to slash his claws down over Victor's face, hopefully blinding him in one eye, before Victor managed to throw Harry off him. Harry's body crashed into a shelf covered in photos and old trophies.
Victor pressed his gun against John's temple, glaring at Harry. "Try it again, Potter and I won't wait to kill him until little Stevie can hear him die."
Harry hissed at Victor and tried not to let his enemy see how badly hurt he really was. His ribs were aching and Harry was starting to think he might have broken one of them in that last fall.
"Potter," asked John, confused as he looked up at Hesse and then over to where Harry was struggling to stand back up. "No…"
"Oh, yes." Hesse smirked. "Etienne, tie up Potter. I want him to watch this and know that he failed to stop me from killing one of his own. Again."
John's eyes widened and Harry saw the realization come over him that the wild feline sprawled, bloody, over his family memories, was one of his contacts. A man that John might have even considered a friend.
Harry snarled at Etienne, but allowed the man to bind him. Harry glared at the rope tying him to the table leg. There was no magic in it, but Etienne knew what he was doing. The rope was tied tight, digging into his fur and flesh. Harry jerked back feeling the rope go taunt. Slumping, Harry looked over at John, his eyes filled with grief. He was failing! He hadn't made it here in time to warn John about Anton's capture in Pohang, South Korea being a trap orchestrated by Wo Fat as a way to kill off both McGarrett men. He hadn't been able to warn him that Victor was on the island after him, and now John was going to be killed in front of him. John was going to die while his son listened before he too was killed because Harry had failed.
Victor smirked at the defeated look on Potter's face. John McGarrett and bound him to a chair in his own house and soon Anton would be free and Steve McGarrett would be dead as well. Victor picked up John's cell phone from the desk where Etienne had set up his laptop. Pressing the phone to Jack's ear, gun still pressed against his temple, Victor quietly ordered him to talk. John was beaten badly, one eye already blackening and swelling up, his lip slip and a long bleeding gash stretching over his cheek. More blood was dripping down his neck from another gash along his temple just above his right ear. He knew, like Harry knew that he wasn't going to survive this encounter. Hesse would kill him. All he could do was try to buy some time for his son to escape or kill Anton Hesse. If he was lucky, Harry would stop letting his guilt hold him captive more securely than Hesse's ropes.
John swallowed hard. How long had it been since he had heard his son's voice? Had Steve's voice even broke yet? "Hey, Champ."
"You all right," Steve's voice was stressed with emotion and John felt a little less angry at himself hearing the concern in his son's voice.
Hesse pressed the tip of his gun harder into John's temple, hard enough that John was sure there would be a bruise left behind.
"Who are these people, Steve?" He meant to ask who are they to you? Why do men like the Hesse brother's know his son, hate his son enough to do this?
Victor pulled the cell away from John's ear, his smirk growing wider as he looked over at Harry who had started to struggle against his bonds. "Now I know where you get it from. You got a tough old man here. Steve, we both have something to lose here. So listen to me very carefully. I'm offering you a trade. Your father for my brother. All things considered, I'd say it's more than generous. Wouldn't you?"
"You're smart enough to know that'll never happen."
Hesse laughed. "I appreciate the compliment. Are you smart enough?"
Hesse looked over to his companion who was sitting at the desk working on his laptop waving for Hesse to keep talking as he tried to pinpoint Steve's location.
"Come on, Victor. You know how this works. We don't negotiate with terrorists."
"Make an exception."
Etienne lifted up a radio and quickly started to talk while watching the screen of the laptop zero in on the prison transport. "Ghost to One. I've triangulated the cell signal. The convoy is ten miles west of your position."
Harry hissed as he realized they must to co-coordinating an air strike on the convoy that had Anton and Steve in it. Seeing that tugging and twisting wildly was doing nothing to help free him, Harry instead decided to try chewing through the rope.
"I'm not gonna negotiate like this."
"Oh, are we negotiating now," teased Victor.
"You kill him, you get nothing."
Joh looked away from Harry and back to Victor. "Give me the phone, please. I can get him to help you." John took a deep gasping breath as his lungs burned and his ribs throbbed against his bindings. He had to tell Steve…to warn his son about the coming attack. About Wo Fat and the truth about his Mother's car accident. "He'll listen to me, he's my son."
Hesse looked him over before putting the phone back to John's ear with a look that clearly stated he doesn't believe that whatever John will say will sway his son. Victor probably knew Steve McGarrett as well, if not better than John did.
"Listen to me, Champ."
"Dad," Steve interrupted. "I'm gonna get you out of there, all right? Don't worry about it."
John felt tears gather at the corner of his eyes at the sound of his son's voice. "I'm sorry that I lied to you."
"What? Lied to me about what? What, Dad? What are you talking about," Steve asked obviously confused.
John knew that Steve would understand one day, if he came home. If he understood John's warning. "I love you, son. I didn't say it enough. Whatever these people want, Steve…don't give it to them. Don't you give it to them—"
Hesse cursed and yanked the phone away. Swinging his other hand around, Victor smashed the butt of his gun into John's face, almost knocking him, and the chair he was tied to, over.
"Dad? Dad," Steve panicked voice echoed out from the phone.
"No more games," snarled Victor. "I'm taking my brother now."
"I swear to God I will hunt you down and I will kill you."
Harry dug his teeth deeper into the rope, feeling strands snapping beneath the pressure and sharp edges even as his ears picked up the sounds of explosions and gunfire coming from over the phone line. Hesse listened with an evil smile to the sound of chaos, knowing that everything was going according to plan. Anton was captured per Wo Fat's plan to lure Steve away from Victor long enough for Victor to get smuggled onto Oahu so that he could meet with Wo Fat and assassinate John McGarrett, who had gotten too close to tying the two of them together and to the Yakuza there in Oahu.
Suddenly the sound of chaos and fighting vanished and Harry realized the line must have disconnected. Victor grined down at John who was spitting blood now, a new bruise already starting to appear where Victor had struck him with his gun. Picking up the cell again, Victor dialed Steve's cell again. Anton should have killed the younger McGarrett by this point and called back.
"What happened," demanded Victor.
"Victor, listen," came Steve's voice from the phone. John smiled as he realized that Steve was alive, which meant that Anton must be dead. He could died now knowing that Steve had taken out Anton Hesse, that he would live another day and hopefully longer.
"Put Anton on the phone." Victor paced in small circles at the long pause on the line. "My brother's dead. Isn't he?"
"Victor, listen," tried Steve.
"Isn't he?" Another long pause filled the suddenly silent room and Victor glared at John, who looked up at him with resignation and acceptance. "Then so's your father."
Hesse raised the gun and glaring down at the older man, pulled the trigger, shooting John in the head, the force of the shot knocking John over. Snarling Victor threw the cell at the wall as the sound of sirens started to be heard in the distance, getting closer. Motioning to the other man at the desk, the two terrorists grabbed the laptop and their weapons and rushed out the back. In their rush they forget about Harry, still in his animal form, tied up and left on the top of a cluttered counter across from where John had been sitting. Harry had been forced to watch it all, guilt flooding him that he hadn't been able to get to John, to warn him in time to save the man's life.
Harry finally managed to eat through the last of the rope tying him to the table's leg. Stumbling, he fell to the floor, some of his own blood dripping from his bloodied nose onto the ground near John. Mewling piteously, Harry walked over to his friend and nuzzled him, ignoring how John's blood smeared across his face and stuck in the fur between his toes.
The sound of the sirens was almost on top of the house now and Harry realized he couldn't stay and be caught by the Police. He couldn't risk being taken away and sent to a zoo or animal sanctuary before he could find a way out of the collar and back to human form. He needed to get justice for John. So that he could catch Hesse and put him before a Dementor. Nuzzling John one last time he turned and ran out of the house through the open back door that Hesse and his partner had escaped through, bloody paw prints left staining the wooden floor.
A Couple Days Later; John McGarrett's House
Harry was back at the McGarrett house, hiding in the trees at the back, carefully watching the house for any sign of Hesse or one of WoFat's other men. He had tried to follow the two gun runners but had lost their trail after about four blocks. After loosing them he had hidden at the perimeter of the property, watching the police and CSI's coming and going from the house. For the first few hours the house had been mad with people coming and going, bagging and tagging anything that they could find, flashes of light from their cameras lighting up the evening sky well into dawn. Eventually they had all left, one by one, until the house was empty.
Harry had come back then. He had walked up to the glass doors and looked inside at the ruined remains of his friends home, at the blood staining the floor where he had fallen and over the walls behind where he had been sitting, tied to his own desk chair. He didn't know how long he had sat there, but eventually he had gotten up and walked over to one of the trees in the yard and climbed it, curling up in the branches to watch and to nap. Eventually John's son would come home and Harry hoped that he could finish what he started and help the man catch Victor Hesse. It had been with those thoughts, heavy on his mind, that Harry had drifted off to sleep.
Days later Harry woke and stretched into a large yawn, blinking down at the sight of a tall dark haired man slipping through the yard and under the Police tape. Blinking back a growl Harry carefully dropped out of the tree, silently following the man inside John's house. There was something familiar about him, but being trapped as an animal for so long was making it harder and harder to remember everything about his human life. There were hours and sometime days when he would forget who he had been, only to wake up later and remember.
Inside the house was dark and the scent of John's blood was still heavy in the air, settling like a noose around Harry's neck. Hiding in the shadows of the entryway, he watched the man walk over to the large lights the police had left behind. With a click and a soft buzz, the lights went on, flooding the room in sharp white light, highlighting the blood sprayed across several trophies and family photos. He could hear the sharp sound of the man's indrawn breath at the sight and suddenly Harry knew. He knows this man. Recognizes him from photos that John had shown him, from photos that the Royal Task Force had kept on file, and from countless surveillance photos of the man tracking the Hesse brothers across the globe. This was John's boy. Steve. Lt. Commander Steve McGarrett.
Harry remained still and silent, watching Steve walk through the crime scene, taking note of the blood spatter, knocked over books, bloody footprints and even the bloody paw prints that Harry himself had left behind. Harry's paw prints seemed to confuse Steve and Harry couldn't blame him. It wasn't something he was likely expecting to see. Still, Harry was impressed by how controlled John's son was. He was careful in not damaging any evidence that might not have been processed yet, measuring the size of the bloody footprint (and pawprints) by placing his own booted foot side-by-side and snapping a series of quick photos with his iPhone.
Harry was even more impressed as Steve noted the spot that had been cleared on the desk for the laptop used to track him down. Steve was obviously smarter than Harry had given him credit for, not that Harry had thought John's son was stupid. The man had been almost single handedly tracking Hesse and had almost caught him on two other occasions. If Harry could have gotten clearance for Steve to be brought into her Majesties Royal Task Force, he would have years ago. Then he realized how well Steve had profiled Victor Hesse and was even more upset that he couldn't get the man on his team. Outside Harry, no one else had gotten close to catching one of the Hesse brothers other than Steve. It was an impressive feat since Steve had no magic to use to help him in his pursuit.
Harry waited until Steve had turned away from the room, his eyes grim and heavy with a sight no son sound have to see. Keeping a careful watch on where Steve was, and trying not to leave any new bloody paw prints, Harry followed him into the garage, narrowly making it into the room before the door close behind him. Steve's attention was almost immediately focused on the large covered shape of John's Mercury Marquise. Harry had seen the car before, on one of his previous visits to Oahu. John had been proud of the work he had done on the car but had seemed sad when he told Harry that he couldn't seem to get the nerve to start working on it again. It had been his and Steve's bonding project. Their father-son time had been spent hiking together and working on this car. John had even confessed that he had planned to give it to Steve as a gift once they had finished it. But that had all been ruined by his wife's murder and the panic that Noshimura would decide to target Steve and Mary as well.
"I can't continue this investigation into the police department from the inside. I don't trust the people I work with. So…I'm gonna have to do this on my own. It's all about the key. I just don't know what it's for."
The creek of the front door opening startled Harry and Steve, who both turned to look towards the entrance to the garage. Steve turned off the tape recorder, carefully putting it back in the stained toolbox. Harry felt the hair on his back stand on end as another man rushed into the room, gun draw and pointed at Steve. Harry hissed and readied himself to jump at the man if needed. He couldn't protect John but he damn sure was going to protect his son.
"You, hands up, don't move," commanded the blond man.
Steve drew his own gun, his hands steady and sure as they pointed the weapon at the stocky, blond haired man in the dress shirt and tie. Harry barely managed to dodge the man's feet as he rushed around the front of the car to face Steve. As the man moved past, Harry froze. The man's scent was heavy in the air as he walked past and Harry felt his fur relaxing back into place. He knew this man, he was the cop assigned to solve John's murder. He had been here several times since the police first arrived to find John's body and he was the only one who returned. Harry could pick up the scent of the man's disgust at his fellow police officers every time he came to the house. It was as sharp as the scent of their disgust for him was, but Harry could better understand the blond cops disgust at his fellows officers of the law. They had come and processed at least a part of the scene and then just abandoned it. Only the blond cop return to seek answers to what had happened here. To seek justice for a fallen brother in arms. It was obvious that this man wasn't one of the dirty cops, that he thought they should have been out en masse to solve this case rather than leaving the house as empty as a ghost town.
"Who are you," demanded Steve, his gun raised at the other man.
"Who are you? I am Detective Danny Williams-"
"Lieutenant Commander McGarrett. This is my father's house," Steve interrupted. His eyes were targeted on the blond man, their gaze cold and hard with his need for answers and vengeance.
"Put your weapon down now," detective Williams calmly demanded.
"No, you put your weapon down. Show me your ID." Steve stepped forward causing Detective Williams to step back against the shelves lining the wall, again nearly stepping on Harry, who had to scoot further back.
"Show me your ID right now," he demanded, voice getting louder.
"I'm not putting my gun down."
Detective Williams took a deep breath and Harry could see him visibly trying to calm himself down. "Neither am I."
Harry rolled his eyes and lay down on the ground, his tail twitching behind him in amusement as he watched the two men posturing before him. He had gotten used to seeing these Alpha Male pissing contests since joining the Auror Department and the Queen's Royal Task Force. This was nothing new, although the underlying sexual tension he could feel in the air was. Smirking to himself Harry wondered if either man was aware that their initial attraction to the other was reciprocated.
"Use your free hand, take out your ID," Steve demanded again.
"Please, after you," snarked the Detective.
"At the same time?"
"At the same time," asked Detective Williams, who managed to sound both amused and irritated by the request.
"The same time."
"What, like on the count of three?"
Steve shrugged, his gun still trained on the shorter man. "Okay. Three is good."
Detective Williams moved one hand off his gun, Steve paralleling the movement.
Carefully both men reached for their wallets.
As if they had been doing it for years, both men held up their ID's at the same time.
With a shake of his head, Steve put his gun back in its holster and shoved his wallet back in his back pocket. Turning away from the blond Detective to look at the toolbox that his father had hinted at.
"Listen," Detective Willams seemed to relax, a look of understanding in his eyes as he approached Steve. He moved slowly, carefully as if Steve was the wild animal Harry looked like. "I'm really sorry about your father, but you can't be here right now. This is an active crime scene."
"Doesn't seem that active."
Detective Williams waved his hand looking a bit irritated, although neither Steve nor Harry could tell if it was actually Steve the man is irritated by. "I can't share any information with you."
"Hesse wasn't in here alone when my father was murdered. Someone was sitting at the desk in the study. There was a space cleared for a 13-inch laptop and my father hated computers."
Detective Williams looked like he was trying not to sigh out loud as he moved even closer to Steve and the tool box that Steve was clutching closely. "I'm gonna ask you again, you gotta leave."
Steve grabbed the toolbox and moved to walk past Danny. Steve knew he couldn't stay here any longer without causing problems he couldn't waste time on and he just hoped that the Detective wouldn't notice that Steve was leaving with something that might be evidence to why his father was murdered. "You got it."
"And you can leave the box. That is evidence. You know that."
Steve stopped and turned to look at Danny. "I came with this."
"No, you didn't come with it. I see the dust void it left here on the counter. What's in the box?"
"How long have you been with Honolulu PD?"
Harry felt his eyebrow, or what passed for an eyebrow for a cat, at the sudden smell of anger and hurt acceptance. "None of your business. Who're you Barbara Walters?"
"It is my business if you're investigating my father's death."
"I am ad I'd like to get back to that. The sooner you leave, the sooner I can."
Steve turned to leave again, ignoring Detective Williams' demands to leave the toolbox behind. "Anything you say."
"Leave the box or get arrested. All right?"
Steve turned to face the shorter man again, his scent heavy with irritation. "Gonna call for backup?"
"An ambulance," the Detective said, sounding very sure of himself. Although whither the ambulance would be for the detective or Steve, Harry didn't know. Steve was a SEAL, trained to kill. But the detective was a police officer and had gone through training to take down enemies as well, and although sorter than Steve the detective was obviously well muscled and strong.
Steve nodded at the seriousness in Danny's tone and set the toolbox down on top of the Marquise.
"Thank you," remarked the detective.
"Don't thank me yet." Steve pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through until he found the number that the Governor gave him that morning before the funeral.
"What are you doing," demanded Detective Williams.
Steve glared at Detective Williams and looked away, almost catching sight of where Harry was resting beneath the shelves.
"Yeah, Governor Jameson, please. Tell her its Steve McGarrett."
"Oh please," Detective Williams gave a look to Steve that said he plainly did not believe what was happening.
Steve took the phone from his ear and quickly flipped it to speaker phone mode. The Governor's voice could be heard coming out of the phone in the otherwise silent garage, not that Detective Williams was all that convinced that the voice actually belonged to the Governor. "Commander. Governor Jameson here. What can I do for you?"
Steve fliped the phone back to normal mode as Detective Williams muttered and walked around the back of the car and then back towards the work bench the toolbox had originally be sitting on.
"Governor, I'll take the job…" Steve blinked and glanced back over his shoulder at the Detective carefully studying the workbench. "No, let's just say I found something that changed my mind…No, immediately. I'll transfer to the reserves and I'll run your task force…Wait. What, right now?...okay."
Steve glanced at Danny, blushed ever so slightly and turned his back to the other man. He didn't like showing his back to an enemy but there was something about the other man that made him think he was clean. He couldn't have been at the HPD long enough to be pulled into whatever dirty operation his father was worried about. The HPD was full of Hawaiians who wouldn't be all that willing to trust a haole, especially after such a short amount of time since the man had arrived from the mainland.
"I, Steven J. McGarrett…do solemnly declare upon my honor and conscience that I will act at all times to the best of my ability and knowledge…I a manner befitting an officer of the law. Thank you, Governor."
Steve ended the call and glared at Detective Williams again for good measure before grabbing the toolbox and turning to head out of the garage.
Detective Williams, leaning against the car, arms crossed over his chest watched Steve walk out of what had been his crime scene with a sour expression. He didn't like anyone stealing his crime scene and he really didn't like that it was the victim's son. That was a huge conflict of interest and defense lawyers loved to use that in court. Detective Williams remained there for several minutes after Steve had left, glaring holes into the door. Finally and with a very loud and exaggerated sigh, he stood back up and moved to leave only to stumble to a halt at the sound of a loud feline yowl of pain and the sudden blossom of pain in his calf. Looking down he saw that trapped beneath his foot was the long spotted tail of a rather large cat, which, in retaliation, had wrapped itself around his leg, claws digging into tender flesh through his slacks. Carefully reaching down, Detective Williams grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck before lifting his foot off its tail. The cat hissed at him but settled down fairly quickly as he moved to look its tail over.
"Sorry about that, little guy. Didn't see you hiding down there."
Harry let out a little chuff as Danny released his tail and started to look him over. Harry had been too concerned about watching John's place for Hesse's return to worry about cleaning the now dry, crusty blood out of his matted fur and it was obvious that the sight of all the dried blood in his fur bothered the man.
"Poor guy, looks like you had a bad day too. Why don't we take you to get cleaned up? Yeah?"
Detective Williams lifted Harry's chin. Scratching lightly until Harry couldn't help but melt into the touch, chuffing and bumping his head against Danny's hand.
"Poppet? That's no name for a big guy like you," Detective Williams said as he looked at the little tag hooked to the leather collar.
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WILLIAMSTON - Incoming Anderson School District 1 Superintendent David Havird is satisfied with the Williamston-based district's proposed budget for the next school year, one that will support a growing student population.
The district has hired eight additional teachers for next fall, largely because of growth in communities in Powdersville and Wren. Administration and some board members met to discuss the budget during a workshop Tuesday night. The budget has not yet been passed.
The budget is supposed to be approved by July 1.
The operating budget for 2013-14 is projected to be $57.7 million, $2 million more than last year, Havird said. That number is buoyed by a state increase in base student cost. South Carolina House members settled on spending $2,101 per child next fiscal year, up $89 from $2,012 this school year.
"Typically most of that pays for the small raise for teachers," Havird said, in addition to increases in their health and insurance benefits.
House members approved a 1.5 percent salary increase for teachers next year.
Anticipated revenue totals $57.2 million, leaving $548,000 to be taken out of the fund balance, Havird said.
Top budget areas that increased include teacher and staff raises based on years of experience totaling $760,000; security upgrades costing $250,000; and a 6 percent increase in employee health insurance of $136,800.
Utilities, an expense that usually goes up each year, will not next year thanks to energy-saving measures installed in schools.
A bond issue paid to fit heating, ventilation and air conditioning units in newer buildings with controls timed to turn on and off based on occupancy, Havird said. Similar controls were installed for lights.
"Once a classroom is cleared and no one is in the room the lights go off," Havird said.
The 2013-14 fiscal year starts July 1, something Havird feels good about.
"We feel under the current circumstances it's in pretty good shape, and we can certainly prepare for next year with the proposed budget," he said.
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