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Hawaii 5-0 fic: 7.21 edit
Apr. 22nd, 2017 09:59 am“Anyone got any lock picks?” Steve asked, regarding the barred door of their cage.
On cue, Danny said,
“We’re in the FreaKING Jungle – no one expects doors!”
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition,” Chin said under his breath.
“What? What? What did you say?” Danny pounced on Chin.
Okay, Steve thought, time to do something improbable – Oooh, how about an explosion? He patted his cargo pants pockets. Note to self: there has to be a reason for all these pockets. Also, next time, because there will be a next time, bring lock picks.
There, I fixed it.
On cue, Danny said,
“We’re in the FreaKING Jungle – no one expects doors!”
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition,” Chin said under his breath.
“What? What? What did you say?” Danny pounced on Chin.
Okay, Steve thought, time to do something improbable – Oooh, how about an explosion? He patted his cargo pants pockets. Note to self: there has to be a reason for all these pockets. Also, next time, because there will be a next time, bring lock picks.
There, I fixed it.
