Kuawa by Tarlan (PG13)

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I couldn't leave it with only a vidrec for Hawaii, nope, a story is also in order ;-D


Fandom: MICHAEL BIEHN CHARACTERS - Sean Harrison from the shortlived TV-series Hawaii
Pairing:  -
Length: not too long, about 13.500 words
Author on LJ: tarlanx
Author's website: Phoenix Michael Biehn Archive and Tarlan's fiction archive

Why this must be read:
Because this one has it all: gunfights, kidnapping, the race against the clock to safe someone, and also the Hawaiian culture to give it just that something different. It's a fast read, because of the suspense and a story I've always enjoyed rereading after that first time which kept me up way too far into the night.




Excerpt:

The door splintered inwards, suddenly, almost torn off its hinges by the force of the blow given from outside. Sean fired as the first man burst through, missing as the man dove for cover.

A bullet thudded into the upholstery, forcing Sean to duck back. He cursed loudly, knowing a second gunman had taken advantage of him being pinned down and had slipped into the room. A glance across the room showed John in a precarious position with very little in the way of cover. Sean knew John needed to move now--or die.

"I'll cover you," he yelled, and then leapt up, firing rapidly in an arc in the hope that self-preservation would send both gunmen ducking. He was rewarded by the sight of John leaping over the counter top, scattering plates, mugs and glasses as he tumbled to the floor of the kitchenette, but a cry of pain caught Sean's attention.

"John!"

"I'm hit!"

Sean knew he had to reach his partner. "Can you cover me?"

"On a count of three... ONE... TWO..." John began firing as Sean scrambled up from behind the armchair, diving over the counter and almost crashing into Declan as gravity took him the rest of the way to the floor. He scrabbled backwards until he had his back against the kitchen counter, sparing just a moment to send a knowing grin to his partner.

They had set up the code at the beginning of their partnership, moving on two instead of three in order to take any perps by surprise. It had worked perfectly--this time. The grin faded quickly when Sean spotted the blood soaking through John's light cotton shirt.

"Where're you hit?"

"Left shoulder... Damn... hurts like a bitch."

"Let's hope some upstanding citizen notified the HPD of shots fired... or we're in big trouble."

"You know they want you alive," John said through pain-clenched teeth as Sean wadded up a kitchen cloth and pressed it hard against the bullet wound. "None of their shots came even close to hitting you."

Another two shots ricocheted off the counter top, and Sean tried to return fire, cursing when the gun clicked on an empty chamber. A glance revealed frustration and despair as John dropped his gun by his side. Not only were they out of bullets, they were out of luck--and time too, Sean thought as he heard the gunmen moving.

"Detective Harrison, if you surrender now, then we will let your partner live."

Sean looked into pain-filled dark eyes, watching them widen in knowledge and anger. "I know what you're thinking. Don't do it, Sean."

Sean pulled back, his face setting to stone as he made his decision. "If De Lustra is as fanatical as I think he is, then he won't kill me until Friday at sunset, not if he wants Ku on his side. You got 'til then to find me."

"Sean, no!"

Sean raised his hands in the air, his gun dangling from his thumb in surrender. He gave one last demanding look at John, to tell him he was counting on him to save him, and then he stood up. In the distance, Sean could hear faint sirens but he knew they could never have reached them in time, but it meant De Lustra's men had less time to renege on their promise to spare John. They grabbed Sean as he came round the counter, his shoeless feet crunching over broken crockery and glass, and making him hiss as shards ripped into the soles of his feet.

"What about the other--"

"No time. We've got what we came for so let's go."



Kuawa