grenadesandohana | Green Island, Hawai'i, Saturday afternoon

Green Island, Hawai'i, Saturday afternoon

The call from their meth dealing mark came in on Saturday, so Steve and Danny didn't have to fly with all of their baggage crashing around them.

They'd taken a portal back to Honolulu and then the Cessna they'd commandeered over to Turtle Island to meet Dae Won, who'd then packed the cargo area full of meth.

Steve reminded himself not to kill this guy immediately because they needed his contact on O'ahu, too.

He'd slid into the pilot seat, put on his sunglasses, and taken himself, Danny, and Dae Won into the sky, heading back for O'ahu.

The small talk was excruciating for the first part of their hour-long flight, even with their covers as people who didn't care about drug shipments, and Steve was almost excited to see another aircraft coming up behind them. Maybe it'd be the Coast Guard. He didn't care who got the credit for the bust, as long as the drugs stopped coming in.

"You expecting company?" he asked Dae Won idly.

[OOC: Warning for incoming character injury. Taken from episode 6.25]

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Danny's expression tightened somehow even further.

"You wanna shoot me and kill us all? Fine. Shoot me," he snapped, grabbing the radio again. "Switching to channel 17. You're gonna be alright, Steve."

Or Danny would have a real meltdown.

Danny needed to know. "I'm gonna die, Danny," Steve said, making eye contact with a real effort.

"No, you're not," Danny replied firmly. "Just hang in there. You're gonna be alright, okay?"

Don't make him say it again.

"Again, this is Detective Danny Williams. I am in a Cessna aircraft. I'm headed your way. Our pilot, my--colleague--" Nailed it. "--has been shot. He's got multiple gunshot wounds to the abdomen. I need EMT standing by right when we get this thing on the ground, which I have no clue, zero clue how to do. Over."

Dae Won had decided that shooting the cop was probably not the smartest way to die and had sat back in his seat as air traffic control came back over the radio: "Copy that, Detective. Approach is good. We just need to slow you down a little. Between you and the pilot are three pull levers. The furthest to the left is your throttle. Push it down to 25%."

"Okay, done," Danny said, trying his best to do as told. Because it was important for Steve. And that's what mattered here.

"Good," said the soothing, competent voice on the other side. "Now keep both hands on the control. Check your level. Dead center to the pilot. Make sure you don't dip below the horizon line. And keep your compass heading between north and the number three."

In his seat, Steve's head had lolled against the headrest in a boneless, deeply disturbing way.

Edited 2025-06-01 20:30 (UTC)

"Babe...? Steve! You!" He pointed at Dae Won. "I need you to do something for me, alright? Put your hand on his neck, and tell me if you feel a pulse, okay?"

Because Danny needed to know

Dae Won glared at Danny. "You focus on getting the plane down-- do not talk to me!"

"Listen, do what I--" Danny took a deep breath. "Do what I tell you to do or I'm gonna drop this thing in the water. You understand?"

"I don't know what you want me to do!" Dae Won protested.

"Keep your hand on his neck!" Danny snapped. "Either you feel a pulse or you don't!"

And god help him if there wasn't a pulse.

Something on the plane's control panel started to beep urgently at him, interrupting this exchange. "Control, I got... I got an alarm, and I don't know what it is."

As the drug dealer tried to find a pulse on Steve's neck, air traffic control came back over the radio. "Okay, check your gauges, what do you see? Airspeed, Altitude, Fuel?"

"Gauges, gauges... Airspeed 155, altitude 500 but it's falling, and fuel... no go. Fuel's on zero."

That wasn't going to make landing this damn thing any easier, was it?

It would make it a lot faster?

"All right, you're running out of fuel," came that calm voice. "We need to get you down as soon as possible. The Coast Guard and your task force have been notified, so we're going to take you through the emergency ditch procedure, all right?"

"What do you mean by 'ditch'?" Danny asked, risking a glance over at Steve.

There was a slight pause. "Detective, based on your current altitude, airspeed and available fuel, you're never gonna make the runway."

"What are we going to do?" Dae Won asked, panicky.

The plane shuddered again and the vibration of the engines suddenly stopped. "Control, we just lost both our engines here."

The guy in air traffic control was not being paid enough. The voice came through, calm and clear. "All right, Detective, beneath the dash is a large red handle. Pull it to feather your prop. Don't try to fight gravity. After that, next to the radio controls, are your landing gear settings. There's a switch labeled "up water." Flip it."

In his chair, Steve was still and terribly pale.

"Uh-huh, large red handle..." He muttered as he did as instructed. "Do not fight gravity, flip switch, copy. Now what?"

"Now you're gonna have to put her down on the water. Adjust your course to 175 degrees, and let yourself glide," came the reply.

"Ah--" Danny was almost about to do it, but of course he stopped and looked at Steve. "Ah, no. Control, that's not gonna work, okay? My partner, he's... he's unconscious. If I put this thing down on the water, I'm not gonna be able to get him out of the plane and he's gonna drown."

Which was a thoroughly unacceptable outcome.

"You don't have a choice, Detective," came that same calm voice, sounding sympathetic now.

Oh, wrong person to tell that to there.

"I do have a choice," Danny said, trying not to sound as shaky as he did. "I'm gonna put it on the beach."

"Detective, we strongly advise against that," the air traffic controller replied. "I understand your concern for your friend, but consider yourself. Your best chance of survival is a water landing."

Dae Won, having abandoned his attempt to figure out if Steve was alive, was staring at Danny like he was crazy.

He was going a little crazy, yes

"Get that beach cleared, you hear me?"

Danny followed the instructions for that water landing, aiming for the beach instead. It'd be fine. Right? But just in case...

"Hey, Steve, listen to me. I know you've never been any good at listening to me, but right now, you got no choice, you stubborn son of a bitch. Do not die. Hey! Listen to me, do not die, okay? I'm not landing this thing for you to die on me! You understand?"

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