'Hawke, these artefacts are just incredible.' Caitlin said happily as they entered the museum. 'Did you know that there is a different story surrounding each warrior and how they came to be encased in the jade?'

'Yeah.' Hawke smiled at the evident enthusiasm in her animated face as she continued to babble on their way to meet Castle and his security team; South American history and legends were a particular interest of hers. She hadn't stopped smiling since he'd told her the news about their latest mission. Hopefully, he thought, it was giving her second thoughts about leaving. He pushed open the doors to the exhibition room and heard Caitlin's quiet gasp.

It was an impressive space from its highly polished cream and grey marbled floor to the vaulted ceiling. There was an upper gallery with a wooden railing and a spiral staircase down to the lower gallery. The display cabinets were already in place in the centre, roped off in such a way that a discreet pathway around all five was subtly mapped out. Hawke ignored the myriad of workmen still putting banners and other paraphernalia into place and headed for the small group at the other end of the room.

Michael looked up at their approach and nodded an acknowledgement to them. He breathed a sigh of relief. Hawke had worn what seemed to be the one and only suit in his wardrobe and Cait was outfitted in a classic but feminine grey pant-suit. Their formal attire would make a good impression on Castle, he thought. The dark-haired millionaire was already eyeing the two newcomers with evident curiosity and scepticism.

'Hawke, Caitlin, I'd like to introduce you to John Castle.' Michael gestured at the two pilots. 'John Castle, this is Stringfellow Hawke and Caitlin O'Shaunessy.'

Castle reached over to shake their hands and frowned. 'I thought there are three people in your team?'

'There is.' Hawke said politely. 'Dom's getting the surveillance equipment we'll be using ready.'

'I see.' Castle regarded him with interest. After everything he'd been told he'd looked forward to meeting the pilot. Hawke was younger than he'd anticipated, probably around his own age although the boyish features meant he could add a couple of years to his estimation; maybe more than a couple given the hard look in the ice blue eyes looking back at him. 'Are you as good as I'm told?'

'That depends.' Hawke replied.

'On what?'

'On what you've been told.'

Castle laughed. 'I think I'm going to like you.' His eyes slid to someone walking up behind them and he gestured the person forward. 'I believe you know my head of security, Jackson Shaw.'

Hawke turned with a smile to greet his old friend. 'Jack.'

'It's good to see you again, Hawke.' The blond-haired man returned the smile and handshake with an easy charm, his brown eyes drifting to Caitlin with interest.

'This is Caitlin O'Shaunessy.' Hawke said noticing the look.

'It's a pleasure.' Jack said holding onto her hand for a moment longer when she would have retracted it.

'Well, should we get to it?' Michael asked pointing at the blueprints spread out on the table in front of them. They obediently gathered around.

'This is the floor plan of the museum and specifically this room.' He said. 'The public will only have one entrance into the exhibition, here.' He pointed at the large entry door they had just walked through. 'And one exit, here.' He pointed at an exit to their left. 'All the other doors will be locked. We'll take custody of all copies of the keys.'

'We're placing surveillance cameras at the entrance, exit and strategic points within the room itself. They will feed into a central security room just off the upper gallery.' Marella said. Her glance toward the Airwolf team was the only indication she gave that Airwolf would be able to tap into the feeds and receive the images.

'In addition, each display cabinet is surrounded by a network of motion sensors. During viewing hours, a silent alarm will sound in the security room if a member of the public steps over the roped areas; during closed hours it will trigger a complete shut down of the room.' Michael continued. 'Each cabinet has also been rigged with the same trigger so if they get past the motion sensors any movement of the glass or displacement of the object from the pedestal will also cause the same automatic shut down.'

'In addition, Hawke and his team will provide round the clock surveillance from an outside unit.' Marella concluded.

'Impressive.' Castle said.

'When is the jade arriving?' Hawke asked.

'We're expecting them tomorrow morning at oh-eight hundred. Five separate unmarked trucks.' Jack answered.

'I think it'd be wise for us to track the trucks in.' Hawke said. 'They're more vulnerable in transit.'

'I agree.' Michael concurred.

Castle shrugged. 'Jack, provide Hawke and his team with the details, will you?' He glanced at his watch. 'And now I'm afraid I have to leave. I have business to attend to in San Diego. Jack will be handling everything here in my absence and I'll be back in time for the grand opening tomorrow night.' He paused to shake hands with everyone again before leaving.

'Grand opening?' Hawke asked.

'Big party for the dignitaries, museum board members and the like so they get to see a sneak preview of the jade before the exhibition is opened to the public.' Caitlin commented.

'Great.' Hawke muttered.

Michael caught the look and smiled. 'It'll be a private party. All the invitees have been vetted.'

'But you'll still need surveillance.' Hawke stated firmly.

Michael nodded.

Hawke sighed and turned back to Jack. 'You were going to provide the details of the trucks coming in?'

'Sure, come up to the security room with me, will ya?' Jack led the way and Hawke followed leaving Caitlin to coordinate with Michael.

Jack rifled through a sheaf of papers and handed him the relevant information.

'Trucks all have tracking devices which we'll monitor from here. Five different routes, five different times, five different drivers who've been completely vetted and who have no idea what they've carrying as cargo.' Jack shoved his hands in his pockets. 'You're really going to track them in?'

'Couldn't hurt, huh?' Hawke said.

'You always were careful.' Jack said smiling. 'You still have that cabin you used to mention back when we worked together?'

'Yeah.' Hawke gestured. 'You want to join us for some dinner?'

'Sure. The boys don't need me watching over their shoulders here.' Jack smiled. His eyes slid again to a monitor showing an image of Caitlin. 'And your company seems much more attractive.'

'I'll pick you up. Which hotel are you at?' Hawke said ignoring the comment.

'Just give me the coordinates. I'll fly up.'

Hawke looked at him questioningly. 'You flying yourself these days?'

'Well when you left field work to join Michael's pet project, I had to find someway to get around.' Jack folded his arms. 'I take it your surveillance equipment is the thing I think it is?'

Hawke shrugged and continued to scribble the cabin's coordinates on a sheet of paper.

'Ah come on, Hawke, you can tell me.' Jack wheedled. 'Everybody in the business knows you have her.'

Hawke handed him the coordinates. 'Here. We eat at seven. Don't be late.'

'I'll be there.' Jack promised.