SINS OF THE DAUGHTER

A/N: I do not own or make any profit off of the Airwolf name or any of the characters involved within. My stories are for entertainment purposes only.

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Chapter 10

"Mother of God!", Dominic exclaimed in reaction to what Michael had just shared with him. "You mean to tell me they're going to basically kill Caitlin and then try to bring her back to life? That's just damn crazy! Michael, how could you agree to that?"

"it wasn't our choice to make, Dominic. They both know the risks and are willing to take them. There's nothing I can do to stop them even if I wanted to," the spy responded with a sigh. Even he was experiencing mixed feelings about what was taking place.

"And Dom, Caitlin won't be dead, not really. Her heart rate is just being slowed way down. She'll be in a coma-like state," Marella interjected trying to calm the older pilot down. "Hospitals do it all the time when performing surgeries. "

"Yeah? Well, they're not in a hospital and they're not doctors!" Dom practically yelled at the spies across from him.

"No, Dominic, they're not. But Marella DOES have a medical degree and she has given them exact instructions on how to carry this out. I have every confidence that she knows what she's talking about and that this will work," Archangel said, possibly trying to convince himself as much as the scared man across from him.

"Well I'll be damned if I'm going to just sit around here and wait to find out!" Dominic stated as he rose to leave the spy's office. "C'mon, Michael, we have work to do if we're going to get The Lady back so we can help those kids out. Now is NOT the time to leave them hanging out to dry alone. "

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The island landing site rising up to meet him, Hawke took one last look over to Caitlin who was now unconscious in the co-pilot's seat. Every time he would look at her it was like having a small panic attack until he would finally see her take another shallow breath. "God, what have I done?" he thought to himself. If Caitlin didn't come out of the coma or died as a result of their plan, Hawke didn't think he would have the strength to go on. He couldn't take the loss of another person that he loved. Yet here he was, risking the very life of the one he loved the most. How had life brought him to this point? Whatever happened, it was too late to turn back now.

Turning his attention back to the job at hand, Hawke set Airwolf down on the sandy beach as several heavily armed men surrounded the chopper. Just ahead of him, about 300 yards down from where he landed, Hawke could see a stripped Bell 205 helicopter waiting. He assumed this would be the one he and Caitlin would take from here. All unnecessary accoutrement had been removed from the copter just as Angelica had said it would be. He would be flying silent with no radios and nothing extra that he could use for defense.

A banging on the side of Airwolf brought his attention back to the men on the beach as one of the men hit the butt of his assault rifle against her armored exterior, motioning for Hawke to exit. Hawke opened the copter door with one hand as he quickly reached under the cockpit console with the other flipping a hidden switch that would arm a lock-out mechanism that would essentially stop anyone but himself, Dom or Caitlin from being able to fly Airwolf unless they had the code to disarm it. And no one else had the code, not even Archangel.

String was halfway out of the cockpit when two men reached in and pulled him roughly the rest of the way to the ground.

"The girl!, Tell her to come out!" the man who appeared to be in charge shouted at him as he pointed the rifle in Hawke's face.

'I can't." Hawke said as he broke free of the grip of the two men who had pulled him out. "She's unconscious. If you want her, you're going to have to get her out yourself. Your boss-lady messed up and gave her too much of the poison and now I can't get a response out of her. "

Eyeing the pilot suspiciously , the man ordered two of the others to get Caitlin. "Carl, Henry…get the girl. But be careful, she could be faking and she's trained in hand-to-hand combat. If she makes a move,…shoot her!" he said as he never took his eyes off Hawke. Hawke held his gaze.

Within a few minutes, the two men had Caitlin out of the chopper and were carrying her around to where Hawke and his captive were standing. "She's out cold, Andrew" the men confirmed.

"We'll see about that." Andrew said as he signaled for them to lay her on the ground. Kneeling down beside her, Andrew withdrew a small pen-knife from his pocket. Seeing the knife, Hawke instinctively started to lunge for the man they called Andrew but was grabbed from behind and was unable to get to him. His eyes grew wide with horror as he watched the knife being drug across Caitlin's inner arm drawing blood. Caitlin moaned softly but nothing else.

"I swear to God, I'll kill you!" Hawke raged as Andrew looked back at him with a chuckle.

"I'm sure you would, given the chance Mr. Hawke. However, I'm afraid you're not going to get that chance today. Ms. Horn is expecting you and your rather unexciting little guest here and she doesn't like to be kept waiting." Turning to his men, Andrew gave instructions for Caitlin to be placed into the Bell helicopter down the beach and for the others to make sure that Hawke was thoroughly searched and changed into the jumpsuit that had been provided.

Hawke thought about fighting more but realized that at this point it would do no good. While seeing Cait hurt, even superficially, had been horrible he also realized that it had actually fit into their plan. Just as hoped, they had loaded Cait into the aircraft without so much as a search or even a pat down. Before giving her the injection that would put her into the coma, they had also decided that she would be the only one to use the surveillance dust. There would be less chance of them finding it or having it come off when String was forced to change clothes. It appeared they had made the right decision and hopefully they had used enough that Michael would be able to track it.

Once changed, Hawke was taken over to the stripped down helicopter he was to pilot to wherever Angelica was hiding herself.

"Get in" Andrew said roughly as he pushed the butt of his rifle into Hawke's back forcing him into the pilot's seat. Removing a packet from his coat pocket, Andrew handed the papers over to Hawke. "These are your flight plans. Follow them to the letter and no one will get hurt. You have exactly 90 minutes to get to your destination. One minute longer and we'll blow you and your little lady there out of the sky. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it." String said as he looked over the route. Frowning, he started the chopper. He had no time to waste. 90 minutes was longer than he had hoped for and it meant he would only have about 45 minutes in which to administer the Epinephrine to Cait after arriving or she wouldn't make it. It was cutting things much closer than he had hoped. Glancing back at her, he could already tell that her heart rate had slowed even more from the time they had landed on the island. Her breathing was now almost completely undetectable. He just prayed that it was still the medicine causing the slow down and not her body actually shutting down and giving up. Unable to allow himself to dwell on the possibilities, Hawke lifted off and headed towards what he prayed would be his final meeting with Angelica Horn.

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"He and the woman are on the way but there's been a slight hiccup in the plan." Andrew announced as he spoke with Angelica Horn via satellite phone from the island. "The girl has lapsed into unconsciousness. I think she may be dying."

"I don't pay you to think, Andrew," Angelica told him curtly. " It may not be a bad thing anyways, it will ensure that String gets here as quick as possible in order to get her that anti-toxin I promised him. I trust that Stringfellow Hawke was no problem?"

"No, Ma'am. He seems too preoccupied with the girl to worry about much else. He didn't even ask what we planned to do with Airwolf."

"Good. Now, what about his friends, Archangel and Dominic Santini?"

"We figure they'll be arriving anytime to take back the copter. We're ready for them. Anything that moves in the sky within 50 miles of this island will be annihilated before they even have a chance to get near Airwolf. "

"Thank you, Andrew. Let me know when they've been eliminated. And once that is done, I want you to destroy Airwolf. I won't need it as bait any longer and I don't' thing Stringfellow Hawke will be having much use for her either. "

"Destroy it? But we could sell her for millions to any number of foreign governments!" Andrew said in surprise.

"First of all Andrew, there is no "WE" in this. I pay you to follow my orders, nothing more. Second of all, if you EVER question me again, Airwolf isn't the only thing I'll no longer have use for….UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Andrew answered with clenched teeth as he heard the click of Angelica hanging up in his ear.

TBC…