Chapter 2
The Firm's West Coast facility
A single man wearing an all white business suit sat quietly in his large office gazing out of his massive windows at the beautiful Southern California sunset that lay before him. Sunsets were the calm before the storm this man savored; classical music could be heard playing softly in the background. The man's face showed the tell tale signs of a man who knew too much about everything, his soft smooth hands showed he had never worked a hard day in his entire life. Closing his eyes he could still feel the sun's warm rays of life touching his face, the warm glow combined with the soft sounds of Beethoven put this angel of death at ease.
The office's main doors opened slowly as a beautiful blonde woman wearing an all white suit entered, from just her appearance one would swear she was no older than twenty-five but of course you would never get a straight answer out of the woman. The woman walked gracefully with the classical music as she quickly adjusted her skirt before addressing the silent man in white. Her long straight blonde hair flowed behind her as she continued to walk around the man's desk to face the man in white.
Sitting on the man in white's desk the woman in white crossed her legs in front of the man, playfully trying to get his attention, "Sir, there is a man on the phone who wants to talk to you. He said it's important."
"Who is it?" He replied still fully engaged with the sunset and his music.
Leaning in closer to the man in white the woman moved her mouth close enough to the man's ear he could feel her soft breath, "He said his name is Stringfellow Hawke." She whispered almost seductively.
The man in white's eyebrow perked up, Stringfellow Hawke, the keeper of Airwolf. This was a name this man in white had not heard in many years; just the sound of the name brought back memories of the past attempts to locate Airwolf with out the help of Stringfellow Hawke, all attempts had failed miserably.
"Patch him through." He said just above a whisper still looking at the sunset.
The woman in white pushed a series of commands on the triangular office phone, sending coded frequencies to create a secure line for the man in white to communicate with this ghost from the past. The phone beeped three times letting the man know his connection was complete.
"What can I do for you Mr. Hawke?" He asked.
"Your not Archangel, I need to speak to Archangel." Hawke said in his typical scruffy tone of voice.
"I am indeed Archangel; the Archangel you knew stepped down years ago." Archangel said keeping the details brief.
"I need to talk to Michael." Hawke said sternly.
"I hate to be the one to tell you Mr. Hawke, but since his resignation we at the Firm haven't heard or seen Michael Coldsmith Briggs III." Archangel said with superiority.
"You just tell him I'm looking for him." Hawke said hanging up the phone.
Hawke slammed the receiver down onto its base. Looking out over his bar at the lake Hawke's mind was racing. Airwolf had been well hidden since the early 80's when he was flying her for the Firm, now it seemed somebody had found her and Hawke wanted to know who it had been who found her and what they planned to do with Airwolf.
Hawke was still a reclusive man spending the last years of his life at his old cabin in the mountains with his old loyal dog Tet. Flying Airwolf had become a thing of the past due to growing age, but keeping her location secret was always a top priority, especially after the death of his long time friend and co-pilot Dominic Santini.
Sitting back down next to the fire Hawke ran his hands through his short gray hair exhaling loudly as his thoughts were on the location of Airwolf. Back in 1994, ten years after Airwolf's first flight Archangel had given Hawke a state of the art theft detection beacon, Hawke at the time had thrown the device away saying it was a tool for the Firm to steal back Airwolf. Hawke sat thinking he wished he would have installed the beacon when he first had the chance.
"Don't worry Tet we'll get her back, we always have." Hawke said to Tet feeling completely helpless.
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