Hawke waved the last customer away and shut the hangar door with a relieved sigh. Tomorrow, he thought tiredly, he was staying home with Michael and Caitlin could take care of Santini Air. He locked up and switched the lights off. The place descended into darkness except for the light shining from the office. Hawke headed for the cosy yellow glow, skirting choppers and equipment lying out on the floor. Dom would have insisted they clear up; Hawke decided it would wait until the next day. He was just through the office door when the phone started ringing. For a moment he considered leaving the machine to pick up before the thought that it might be Dom checking up on them, had him snagging the receiver and answering it.
'Santini Air.'
'Hawke.'
Hawke stiffened. 'Zeus.'
'Where's Archangel?'
'Why?' Hawke snapped.
'Dammit, Hawke. There's a situation. I have no time to deal with your paranoia.' Zeus barked.
'Then just tell me what the situation is instead of playing games.' Hawke shot back.
There was a brief pause whilst Zeus struggled with his natural inclination to keep Hawke out of the loop. He sighed. 'Kinskov is reported to have entered the country. He's after Archangel.'
'Michael's safe. He won't know where to find him.' Hawke said confidently. There were very few people who knew the exact coordinates to the cabin and even then flying there required a good knowledge of the mountains.
Zeus' next words had a chill creeping down his spine. 'We think he's tracking Marella.'
'Marella?'
'We haven't been able to raise her since she left headquarters.' Zeus said. 'We think she was on her way to see Archangel.'
Hawke froze. 'You haven't been able to raise her at all?'
'No. We think Kinskov is jamming her communications.' Zeus said impatiently. 'Now are you going to tell me where he is?'
'No but you can rest assured Kinskov won't get him.' Hawke slammed the phone down and hurried out; he had to get Airwolf.