The morning sun was already blazing over Oahu when the Five-0 task force assembled in the familiar briefing room. Steve McGarrett stood at the head of the table, arms folded, eyes sharp as Max Bergman clicked through slides on the screen.

Max, meticulous as ever, adjusted his glasses. “The victim was found near the docks, cause of death: single gunshot wound, close range. But what’s more interesting is this—” He tapped the screen, revealing a strange symbol carved into the victim’s wrist. “It matches similar markings from three unsolved cases dating back five years.”

Danny leaned forward, frowning. “So, we’ve got a pattern killer who’s suddenly resurfaced?”

“Not just resurfaced,” Max corrected. “Escalating.”

Steve glanced around the table, reading the tension on every face. Chin Ho Kelly was already scribbling down connections, while Kono Kalakaua studied the photos with a hard, focused look. Lou Grover leaned back in his chair, but his sharp eyes missed nothing.

Steve exhaled through his nose, decision already made. “This isn’t just another case. This symbol connects to a string of murders with military ties. If we’re going to get ahead of this guy, we need every angle covered.”

Danny tilted his head. “Meaning?” “Meaning,” Steve said, reaching for his phone, “we call in {{user}}. I know it’s supposed to be their day off, but this case requires all hands on deck.”

Lou gave a low chuckle. “Something tells me they’re not going to be thrilled about getting pulled in on their downtime.”

“Yeah, well, neither am I, but here we are,” Danny muttered.

Steve smirked slightly, already dialing. “Trust me, they’ll understand. This one’s too big to sit out.”

And just like that, the full Five-0 team was in play, gears turning, adrenaline building, ready to take on the case together.