A car was just driving away from Santini Air when Dominick walked out of the shop, looking after it with discontent. He growled and threw a wash rag at the ground.
Hawke walked up behind him and leaned against a helicopter.
"They weren't really worth it, Dom." he said, one eyebrow rising as he looked sideways at him.
"Yeah, but business is business and customers are customers." Dominick talking back at him in irritation. His hands were on his hips as he looked after them for second more. He finally turned away with a resigned grunt and walked back into the shop. The side of Hawke's mouth curved up a bit and he pushed away from the helicopter to follow him.
"And I'm still not happy with Archangel for giving us a time limit with that customer. I didn't give it my full attention." Dominick said, moving his arms in exasperation. He turned and looked at Hawke with a sudden anxious expression "Why do you think he wants to meet on such short notice?"
Hawke scoffed with a small laugh "Why does he ever?"
"Yeah, I suppose you're right, but I still don't like it. And you can bet he'll be receiving a bill from me for that client." Dominick said firmly, pointing a finger for emphasis with a scowl.
"Well it looks like you won't have to mail it." Hawke replied, glancing over as the white limo pulled up. The doors opened and Archangel stepped out, pressing his cane down on the concrete. Marella got out behind him, dressed in bright white just like Archangel's suit.
Hawke and Dominick both folded their arms as he approached.
"Hi." Archangel said slowly.
"Yeah? Hi yourself. What do you want?" Dominick asked bluntly.
"Can we go somewhere a bit more private?" Archangel asked, hanging over the last syllable.
"What is it Michael?" Hawke asked, shutting the door behind them and turning to look at Archangel in contempt.
"I hope you know you just lost me some business." Dominick said pointedly "I set aside some valuable time for you."
"If you want me to reimburse you, I'll do it. I'm here with something important." Archangel said forcefully and with clear impatience in his voice. He glanced at Marella, who pulled out a picture and held it up.
"This is Elena Chambers." he said. The black and white picture showed a surveillance photo of a young woman with long dark hair who was getting into a helicopter.
Hawke took it and examined it before whisking it down "What about her?"
"She's an American citizen whose father was experimenting with nuclear weapons." Archangel paused a moment to look at them "They appeared to have discovered something new. A few weeks ago, she disappeared and we were able to track her down and capture this photo. It appears she is now working alongside the Russians." Archangel said.
"What does that have to do with us?" Hawke asked indifferently.
"This woman is a genius." Archangel said, still sounding rather urgent "Her father has one of the most brilliant minds we have here and she seems to have surpassed his knowledge. She was working with her father on some new nuclear weapons when she disappeared. This is extremely dangerous, I hope you realize. Our agents found remnants of the things she was working on. We can't allow this knowledge she has to get to the Russians. Especially when we don't even know for sure what it is." Archangel looked at him "Hawke, will you help me?"
Hawke scoffed and turned away from him. He then turned back, leaning against Dominick's desk "Help you do what, Michael?"
"I need your help to get her back here before she..." Archangel shifted his jaw and paused "Before she gives the Russians information we Americans don't have."
Marella spoke "Elena isn't your everyday defector. She's trained in the martial arts and is quite a sharp shooter." She tilted her head forward at Hawke with pressing eyes "We need Airwolf to get her."
"Are you telling me you think she can take on any other helicopter?" Hawke asked skeptically, with a small laugh and shake of his head.
"She'll be in a compound, surrounded by other defenses." Archangel replied as if it were obvious "Hawke, this isn't just a petty personal mission I need, it's a matter of national security."
Hawke looked at Dominick for a moment, who gestured that it was his decision with a small shrug. Hawke let out a deep breath.