Steve's look toward Danny, pressed lips and barely a tug left at the corner of his mouth, is some far more like bare acknowledgement that the man spoke at all more than any kind of reaction to the words anymore. He needs to close this case. He needs to do it for both of them. Losing Freddie to Anton's capture, and his dad to Hesse's blackmail move. He knows he's too close, but he's one of the few who has been here for the last straight five years. One of only a few who might be able to not miss anything.
All the same he's grateful Chin finally reappears, striding across the parking, a lot, Steve can't help noting without any change to his face this time, like someone escaping. As much as he wouldn't compare this security job, waiting outside the Arizona, to a sinking ship, there's probably nothing about it that could hold Steve here for five minutes, no less a few years. If Chin's been here for years. It's not like Steve has the time to get his hands on even an employment file for Chin and know where he's been, what he's been up to.
He's going on gut and need this time. The means and the connections the man can make over the facts laid out.
"Yeah, we're good," Steve answered for Danny, in the middle of raising his eyebrows with a little surprise and compliment in it watching Chin walk toward a motorcycle. Not what he expected after that outburst, but it's so much more Hawaii in a way, too. Free and uninhibited from the elements. Even if Steve is quick to note the lack of anything looking like a helmet anywhere around the bike, themselves, or Chin's hands.
He'll just head for the passenger seat without asking, or waiting. Pulling the door open and be sliding inside. All fast, direct movement. Too aware of his blood beating through pulse points and drumming in the back of his hearing. Forward is the only direction that matters right now. Toward this CI, and the Snakeheads who smuggled the girl and Hesse on to the island. A bead on where they might be, now that Hesse'll be looking to use the same means to get off the island as soon as possible, too.
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All the same he's grateful Chin finally reappears, striding across the parking, a lot, Steve can't help noting without any change to his face this time, like someone escaping. As much as he wouldn't compare this security job, waiting outside the Arizona, to a sinking ship, there's probably nothing about it that could hold Steve here for five minutes, no less a few years. If Chin's been here for years. It's not like Steve has the time to get his hands on even an employment file for Chin and know where he's been, what he's been up to.
He's going on gut and need this time. The means and the connections the man can make over the facts laid out.
"Yeah, we're good," Steve answered for Danny, in the middle of raising his eyebrows with a little surprise and compliment in it watching Chin walk toward a motorcycle. Not what he expected after that outburst, but it's so much more Hawaii in a way, too. Free and uninhibited from the elements. Even if Steve is quick to note the lack of anything looking like a helmet anywhere around the bike, themselves, or Chin's hands.
He'll just head for the passenger seat without asking, or waiting. Pulling the door open and be sliding inside. All fast, direct movement. Too aware of his blood beating through pulse points and drumming in the back of his hearing. Forward is the only direction that matters right now. Toward this CI, and the Snakeheads who smuggled the girl and Hesse on to the island. A bead on where they might be, now that Hesse'll be looking to use the same means to get off the island as soon as possible, too.