Chapter 1
As the sun was slowly coming up, Stringfellow Hawke watched the light gradually illuminate the woman lying beside him. He loved watching Caitlin sleep. She always looked so peaceful and happy. He carefully slid his arms around her and pulled her to him before kissing her on the neck.
Caitlin smiled and slowly turned to face him. "God I love it when you wake me up like that," she said. "Better than any alarm clock I've ever owned.
String smiled and then kissed her passionately on the lips. "I love it that you're here for me to wake up with every morning," he replied.
Caitlin sighed. "I wish we could stay in bed all day today," she said as she snuggled closer to him. "Do we really have to go and see Michael?"
"Yeah, I promised Saint John we'd do whatever mission Michael asked us to do," replied String. "He's been going crazy the past two months with nothing to do but help out at Santini Air. It's not the excitement he's use to."
"I know," said Caitlin. "He sure has lived a crazy life all these years. I wonder if he'll ever really get use to a normal life."
"Caitlin," said String. "Since when has flying Airwolf for the Firm become part of a normal life?"
Caitlin laughed. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Doesn't every normal person own a black battleship with rotors?"
"I think we'd be out of a job if they did," replied Hawke.
"I'm just glad that we get to keep her," said Caitlin. "I'd really miss Airwolf if we had to give her back."
"You know, sometimes I wonder whether you stay around for me or Airwolf," said String.
Caitlin grinned and then moved on top of him. "I'm not crazy," she replied. "I stay for this." Her kiss nearly took his breath away. He wrapped his arms around her and then flipped her over onto her back so that he was now on top of her.
"I think we have a little time before we have get ready," he said.
"I was hoping you'd say that," she replied.
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Two hours later they had picked up Saint John and headed to Michael's office for their meeting. When they got there, Michael was sitting behind his desk going through some paperwork. The three came in and sat down in the chairs across from his desk.
"You're late," Michael said bluntly.
String looked at Caitlin and gave her a wink. "Yeah, well we got a little sidetracked this morning," he replied.
Saint John spoke up, "So what's this all about Michael? I'm a bit anxious to get back to work."
Michael clicked off the lights and turned on the projector. "This is a new cruise ship called the Posh. Its maiden voyage was just over three months ago."
"Oh, I've heard of that," said Caitlin. "It's only for the very wealthy or important government officials. It's so expensive and exclusive that people like us can't get ten foot near that ship."
"Well, you'll be able to this weekend," said Michael as he clicked to the next slide.
"This is Captain Daniel. We have reason to believe he is responsible for blackmailing those wealthy businessmen and important government officials that you mentioned."
"What are they blackmailing them for?" asked String.
"Let's just say that many of these men have been caught in some compromising situations," replied Michael. "In return, they've been asked to not only give up money but business or government secrets as well. Basically, this Captain and whoever is working with him will take anything they can get their hands on that will make them money."
"So how do we fit into this?" asked Caitlin. "Are we going to be working on the ship?"
Michael turned off the projector and turned the lights back on. "Not exactly," he replied. "You'll be among the wealthy guests."
"Oh, I like the sound of that," she replied. "This sounds like fun."
Michael smiled. "Well, you will become Mrs. Caitlin Simon, Saint John's wife."
"Saint John's wife?" asked String. "Why is she Saint John's wife?"
Michael knew his comment would make String uncomfortable. "If you'll let me finish, I'll explain."
String sighed. "Go ahead but so far I don't like this," he replied.
Archangel continued. "You and Saint John will be wealthy lawyers and business partners who deal with very high end clients. We've established your office in Washington and created enough background that they will never know it's a fake."
"So what exactly are we going to do to be blackmailed for?" asked Saint John.
"You're not," replied Michael. "String will be the one who will be blackmailed."
"For what?" asked String.
"For having an affair with Saint John's wife," replied Michael with a smile.
String laughed. "Okay, now I like this," he replied.