The muffled sound of tactical boots mixed with the steady hum of the wind as Harry and Steve McGarrett's team approached the perimeter of the CIA's Morocco Black Site. The group moved like a well-trained unit—Catherine, Grover, Chin, Kono, and Steve—all following the guidelines laid out by Harry, who had naturally assumed command of the operation.
The cameras were disabled, and the maintenance area Harry had identified as the blind spot was exactly as he had expected: minimal guards and a short window for action. Chin Ho worked at a nearby control box, disabling the internal alarms with speed and precision. The operation was proceeding according to plan.
Harry, with his focused, calculating gaze, moved ahead, moving like a shadow through the darkness. Every movement was fluid, almost imperceptible. Steve and the others followed close behind, keeping quiet, impressed by Harry's ability to sneak around unnoticed.
"We're in," Chin whispered, after disabling the last security systems.
Harry nodded, gesturing for the team to follow him. They entered the side corridor of the facility, avoiding any direct confrontation with the guards. However, they knew that once inside, things would get more complicated.
"Doris must be being held in the detention wing," Harry murmured. "Catherine, Chin, take care of the rear. Steve, you come with me."
Steve nodded, prepared for what was to come. He was tense, knowing that his mother was somewhere in this place and that they needed to act fast. Harry led the group with the precision of a surgeon, anticipating guard movements and traps along the way.
As they advanced through the dimly lit corridors, the muffled sound of voices began to echo. They were close to the detention area. Harry held up his hand, signaling for everyone to stop.
"Two guards up front. We'll do this quickly and quietly," he whispered.
Before anyone could react, Harry was already on the move. He moved with terrifying speed, neutralizing both guards with lethal precision in a matter of seconds. A quick strike to the throat for one and a silent armlock for the other. Steve watched in awe, knowing they were in good hands.
"It's done," Harry said calmly. "Let's go."
They moved through the last door and finally reached the detention wing. There, inside a heavily guarded cell, stood Doris McGarrett. She looked exhausted, but her determined posture and sharp gaze were still there, even after years of hiding.
Steve could barely contain his excitement at the sight of her, but before he could move forward, Doris looked up and her eyes fixed directly on Harry. A look of surprise, followed by immediate recognition, crossed her face.
"Harry?" — Her voice sounded surprised, but filled with a familiarity that only years of shared experience on dangerous missions could bring. — I can't believe it… is that you?
Harry, who until then had maintained the characteristic coldness of his nickname "Ghost", softened his expression for a moment.
"It's been a long time, Doris," he said, walking towards the cell. "It seems like I'm always getting you out of trouble."
Doris smiled slightly, despite the circumstances.
"I should have known you'd be involved. When I heard they were after me, I thought something like this might happen."
Steve, anxious, quickly approached and, as Harry worked to open the cell, he was finally able to speak to his mother.
"Mom, we're here. We're going to get you out of here."
Doris looked at her son with pride and, at the same time, an apologetic expression.
"I knew you'd come, Steve… but I didn't know Ghost would come with you," she said with an amused glance in Harry's direction.
Harry, now focused on opening the cell, kept his tone professional.
"We'll have time to talk later. Right now we need to get out of here before reinforcements arrive."
With a click, the cell unlocked, and Doris stepped out, staying by Steve's side. Harry looked around, making sure they hadn't been detected.
"The coast is clear, but not for long," he said. "Let's get out of here as quickly as possible."
As the group moved through the corridors again, the tension grew. Time was running out, and they knew the escape would be difficult.
"How are you, Mom?" Steve asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, considering the circumstances. But Harry's right. It won't take them long to realize we're escaping," Doris replied, keeping her tone practical.
The team quickly reached the exit of the facility, but as expected, alarms sounded as the guards realized something was wrong. A group of armed agents were approaching their position.
"I'll hold the rear," Harry said firmly, drawing his gun and positioning himself
"No, you're coming with us," Steve insisted, worried.
"Don't worry, Steve. He knows what he's doing," Doris said with a slight smile. "He always knew."
Harry nodded to Doris and Steve before turning to face the guards who were coming after them. He moved with the same lethal precision that had brought them here, eliminating the enemies with quick and accurate shots.
The group moved forward, finally reaching the extraction point where Catherine, Chin, Kono, and Grover were waiting for them with a vehicle. When the gunfire stopped, Harry appeared on the horizon, calmly walking towards the team.
"Is everyone okay?" he asked as he approached.
Steve looked at him in admiration.
"Thanks to you, we are. Thanks again, Harry.
Doris, still amazed at meeting him again after so many years, looked at Harry and shook her head with a smile.
"You really are a ghost."
Harry smiled back, but quickly returned to his professional manner.
"Let's get out of here before more trouble comes."
And so, with Harry leading the way, Team McGarrett was safe. Doris was free, and yet another successful mission could be assigned to the legendary Ghost.