Hawke ran down the stairs two at a time and headed for the radio with a grimace. His blue eyes caught sight of the clock and he swore under his breath as he strode across to the cupboard, crouched down and snatched up the mike.

'String, come in. Are you there?' Dom's voice crackled through the radio.

'I'm here.' Hawke growled. 'You know what time it is, Dom?'

'Sorry, kid, but I thought you should know there's been a break-in here.' Dom radioed back. 'I'm just waiting for the cops.'

'Are you OK?' Hawke asked, his anger draining away abruptly.

'I'm fine, kid.'

Hawke sighed at the uncertainty that rang in the older man's voice. Dom had taken quite a beating when he'd been kidnapped; being alone in a darkened hangar when there had been a break-in was probably unsettling. 'I'll be there as soon as I can.'

'Really, String, I'm fine.' Dom radioed back.

'I know but I'm coming anyway.' Hawke said. He signed off before the older pilot had the opportunity to argue with him. He stood up and rubbed the back of his neck.

'What's happened?' Caitlin's tired voice had him turning to the stairs. She was stood on the bottom of the stair wrapped in an old robe.

'There's been a break-in at the airfield.' Hawke said as he walked over to her.

'Is Dom alright?' Caitlin asked worriedly.

Hawke slipped an arm around her and led her back up the stairs. 'Yeah.'

'You're going over there?' Caitlin checked.

'Yeah.' Hawke sighed. 'He sounded a little unnerved.'

'I don't blame him.' Caitlin yawned.

'Are you going to be OK?' Hawke asked. 'I shouldn't be too long.'

'I'll be fine.' Caitlin assured him as she climbed back into bed.

Hawke was washed and dressed in record time. Caitlin was sleeping again when he kissed her goodbye. He stroked her hair away from her face and forced himself to leave the bedroom. The sky was just beginning to lighten as he climbed into the chopper and took off into the sun-rise.

Hawke enjoyed the flight to Santini Air; just him, the machine and the sky. It was almost a spiritual experience. The steady hum of the engines, the beat of the rotors underscoring the silence in the cockpit as the sky around him changed from indigo to lilac to the blue of his eyes. It eased the worry that had knotted his stomach and tensed his shoulders. He didn't know which worried him more; the break-in at the airfield or the fact that Caitlin hadn't even offered to come with him. She must be feeling lousy, Hawke thought. He sighed. He hadn't wanted to leave her but he wouldn't have felt about leaving Dom to cope with it on his own and it was unlikely that a break-in at the airfield wasn't connected in some way to Airwolf.

Hawke frowned. He knew Michael was certain that someone in the FIRM would try to consolidate their power before the merger especially on the heels of Zeus's unfortunate demise trying to do the same thing. On one level, Hawke still couldn't believe that the late director of the FIRM had tried to betray Michael; had killed his own agents and injured others in his desperate pursuit of power. On another level, nothing about the ruthlessness of the FIRM surprised him anymore. He hoped the break-in wasn't the first step in another power battle; they'd barely survived the last one.

He brought the chopper into land in front of the Santini Air hangar and scowled at the police cars lined up outside. He climbed out of the cockpit and headed inside. As soon as he stepped into the hangar he could see just how bad a break-in it had been. Hawke took his sunglasses off and his blue eyes iced over at the over-turned work tables, the tools strewn carelessly across the floor and the torn maps that had littered the place. He stepped carefully through the debris and made his way to the office where he could hear Dom's strident voice.

He pushed open the door and froze. If the hanger had been a mess, the office was a scene of complete devastation. The pictures that had hung on the walls were lying smashed and there was paper everywhere; a quick glance at the broken filing cabinet standing open provided the explanation.

'String!' Dom's craggy face lit up and his dark eyes gleamed with undisguised relief as they settled on the younger pilot.

The uniformed cops who were stood in front of Dom turned to greet the new arrival.

'You work here, sir?' One of the cops asked.

Hawke nodded. 'Yeah. Any clues to who broke in?'

'Not one.' Dom said before either of the cops could answer. He slumped into an office chair and gestured at the mess. 'They think some kids broke in and did this.'

'It's simply one theory.' The younger of the cops said defensively.

'Theory, huh.' Dom said his eyes flashing with anger.

'Would you fellas mind giving us a minute?' Hawke asked.

'Sure.' The older of the cops flipped his notebook closed. 'We'll take a look around the outside.'

'Good idea.' Dom muttered as the police left the hangar.

Hawke's blue eyes chided him gently. 'They're only doing their jobs, Dom.' He crouched and picked up an old picture of Dom and his father. He brushed the shattered glass from the frame and set it on the desk.

'Well, they're not going to catch whoever did this.' Dom said. 'Whoever it did do it, was pretty thorough.'

'Anything missing?' Hawke asked.

'Not that I can see.' Dom said. 'There's a ton of valuable tools in that hangar, String, and maybe a couple were taken.' He motioned at the paperwork strewn around them. 'From what I can make out they simply pulled out files randomly and threw them around the place.' His serious eyes met Hawke's. 'It's like all they really wanted was to…to create a mess.'

'Vandalism.'

The word had both men turning to stare at the man in the office doorway.

Hawke's eyes flashed angrily. 'Marin.' He bit out. They had come across the Latino detective when Caitlin had come under suspicion for a murder. Marin had chosen to focus his investigation on her rather than risk incurring the wrath of the celebrity who had ultimately been responsible. Hawke and Marin had almost come to blows at the time and Hawke believed that only a threat from Michael had prevented the detective from continuing to harass Caitlin after the real culprit had been caught.

Dom's brow creased in confusion. 'What are you doing here?'

'Yeah,' Hawke added, 'aren't you a little out of your jurisdiction?'

'I've transferred.' Marin said tersely. 'I'm here to investigate your break-in.' He took out his notebook. 'You're the owner, Mr Santini?'

'Yeah, I'm the owner.' Dom glared at the detective.

'Then I'd like to ask you some questions.' Marin's dark eyes slid to Hawke. 'In private.'

'Fine with me.' Hawke bit out. 'I need some air.'

He stalked out of the office and headed out of the hangar. He took a deep breath and his eyes widened at the sight of the white limo pulling up outside. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and waited.

Michael exited the limo and walked over to him. He didn't waste time on any preliminaries. 'I heard there's been a break-in?'

'Yeah.' Hawke slouched against the wall of the building. 'It's a hell of a mess inside.'

'Is there anything missing?' Michael asked.

Hawke shook his head. 'Doesn't look like it.' He scowled. 'Detective Marin,' he emphasised the name, 'thinks it's vandalism.'

'Marin?' Michael frowned. 'Why do I know that name?'

'He's the detective who tried to frame Cait for that murder a few weeks back.' Hawke reminded him.

'What's he doing here?' Michael asked.

'He transferred departments.' Hawke sighed. 'As much as I hate to admit it, I think he might be right this time.'

'Why'd do you say that?' Michael asked.

Hawke gestured. 'There's nothing to suggest whoever broke in was looking for something specific and whoever did wasn't looking to hide the fact that they'd been here.'

Michael smoothed his silk white tie. 'Whereas if they were connected to the intelligence community would have taken more care?' He raised an eyebrow. 'What if the mess was a deliberate red herring?'

'You're paranoid, Michael.' Hawke said.

'You know what they say…' Michael began.

'Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't someone out to get you.' Hawke concluded. He pushed a hand through his short hair. 'You really think someone's coming after us?'

'I think it's more likely given the circumstances than Santini Air falling foul to some kind of random mischief.' Michael nodded at the hangar. 'I'm going to get a forensic team out here. Maybe if they look the place over they'll find something.'

'Great.' Hawke muttered.

Michael glanced around. 'Has Caitlin seen Marin yet?'

Hawke shook his head. 'She's at home. She's still sick.'

Michael heard the undercurrent of worry in Hawke's voice and frowned. 'Has she seen a doctor?'

'Yesterday.' Hawke confirmed and folded his arms across his chest. 'She didn't even try to come with me this morning.'

Both of Michael's eyebrows shot up in surprise. 'That's not like Caitlin.' He murmured.

'No.' Hawke agreed. He sighed. 'I hope you're wrong about this, Michael. I don't think Cait could handle anything right now.'

'She's stronger than you think, Hawke.' Michael assured him. 'I'd better go inside and break the news to Marin that I'm taking over.'

'Thanks, Michael.' Hawke stayed outside as the spy headed into the hangar. As much as he would have liked to see the expression on Marin's face, he figured that staying as far away from the detective as possible was probably the best plan. The outer door of the hangar caught his attention and he wandered over to it.

His fingers brushed against the splintered wood by the lock and frowned. He closed the door and checked how the door sat in the frame. He opened the door again and peered at the intact lock. There were tiny scratches around the brass. His thumb ran over them. There were scratches that gave away the use of a lock pick, Hawke scowled. It looked like Michael was right.

He started as Marin suddenly appeared in the doorway almost barrelling into him. Both of them took a stumbling step backwards to avoid the collision and for a moment they stared hard at each other.

Marin jerked a thumb over his shoulder. 'Your spy friend says he's taking over.'

'Guess you're off the case then.' Hawke said.

'Don't count me out yet.' Marin retorted. He marched over to his car and there was a squeal of rubber as he sped away from Santini Air.

Hawke watched him go with a sense of satisfaction.

'Marin gone?' Dom asked gruffly.

'Yeah.' Hawke turned back to the see the older pilot in the doorway. 'Where's Michael?'

'In the office making calls.' Dom said. He took his red cap off and ran his hands over the wispy grey curls before replacing it. 'I think he's calling out an army to come take a look at this place.' He shrugged. 'You know I think Marin might be right on this one.'

'I thought so too until I saw this.' Hawke pointed at the door.

'What?' Dom asked.

'Come and take a look.'

Dom stepped out of the hangar and peered at the door. He waved a hand at it. 'OK, String, what am I'm supposed to be looking at?'

Hawke indicated the splintered wood on the door. 'See this?'

'Yeah.' Dom agreed cautiously.

'It looks like they used a wrench to break it open, right?'

'Right.' Dom nodded.

'Wrong.' Hawke tapped the solid frame. 'If they had wrenched it open, why isn't the frame around the lock splintered too?'

Dom's eyes widened in realisation. 'You think they faked it?'

'Yeah.' He tapped a finger on the lock. 'There are scratch marks on the lock. I think they used a lock pick and then tried to cover it up.'

'So Michael's right?'

'I don't know.' Hawke said. 'But whoever broke in took a great deal of effort to cover their tracks and make this look like it was random.'

'Great.' Dom said. 'That's just great.' He placed his hands on his hips and glared at the door.

The sound of a car approaching had them both spinning back around to the tarmac concourse. A plain brown sedan pulled up and a small blonde woman exited.

Dom's face broke into a wide gap-toothed smile and he hurried over to sweep the young woman into a bear hug.

Hawke scowled.

'Ah, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.' Dom said as he took a step back from his niece and beamed at her.

'It's good to see you too, Uncle Dom.' Jo Santini smiled up at her uncle, her blue eyes shining with her fondness for the older man. He had been a second father to her, had raised her along with the Hawke brothers. 'Hi, String.' Her eyes flickered over to Hawke who was standing sullenly by the hangar door.

'Hey.' Hawke shoved his hands back in his pockets and rocked back on his heels.

Her smile fell away as she realised that the hangar door was broken. 'What's happened?' She gestured at the door.

Dom turned back and blinked at the door as though realising for the first time it was broken. 'Ah that?' He shrugged. 'That's nothing.' He nudged her back towards her car. 'Look, we're kinda busy right now. Why don't you take my keys?' He hurriedly reached into his trouser pocket and handed her the set he carried with him. 'Go and let yourself into the apartment and make yourself at home.'

'Uncle Dom, if something's going on…' Jo said holding her position by the car door.

'Just some kids causing trouble.' Dom said dismissively. 'Nothing for you to worry about but I'm going to be tied up here all day.'

'I could help.' Jo offered.

'Nah!' Dom smiled brightly. 'String and I can handle it and you probably want to rest.'

'Actually, I…' Jo tried to interrupt.

'Now you get going and I'll see you at home later.' Dom held the car door open expectantly and Jo sighed giving into the implacability in her uncle's face.

'OK,' she said, 'but I'll see you later, right?'

'That's right, honey.' Dom closed the door and waved her away.

Hawke took the couple of steps that brought him to Dom's side. 'She has a habit of turning up just at the right moment.'

Dom frowned. 'What are you saying?'

'You know what I'm saying.' Hawke gestured after the disappearing vehicle. 'We have a break-in and she suddenly turns up.'

'Ah, you can't be serious.' Dom walked away from Hawke back into the hangar.

The younger pilot followed him. 'You have to admit, Dom.' Hawke insisted. 'It looks suspicious.'

'She said she would be back around now.' Dom defended his favourite niece spiritedly. 'She has to arrange everything before she moves back in June.' He marched to the office. 'You're jumping at shadows.'

Hawke caught his arm as they reached the office door. 'Maybe, I am, Dom.' He admitted. 'But that doesn't take away from the fact that Jo works for the Company.'

'We don't know that for certain.' Dom argued.

'Don't know what for certain?' Michael asked as he opened the office door and stepped out to join them in the hangar. He assessed the raised voices and animated expressions. It wasn't often the two pilots disagreed. 'Is this a private discussion or can anyone join in?'

'Jo just turned up.' Hawke stated.

'Your niece?' Michael's eyebrows disappeared under his white fringe.

'Yes, my niece,' Dom confirmed, 'who was supposed to turn up around now.'

'Where is she?' Michael craned to look past them.

Dom waved at the door. 'I sent her home.'

'Well, that's something.' Michael murmured and hastily put a hand up in supplication at Dom's angry stare. 'All I'm saying is the timing isn't exactly without suspicion given her connection to the Company.'

Dom glowered at him. 'I might have known you would take his side.'

'It isn't a question of sides, Dominic,' Michael said forcefully, 'we all need to keep our wits about us. If we're right and this is the first action someone has taken in a power struggle, the next few days and weeks before the merger could get very ugly.' He tapped his cane on the floor. 'I've already lost one agent. I don't want to lose another or,' he stabbed a finger at the older pilot, 'one of you.'

Dom sighed heavily.

'It's important that we stick together and we find out who's with us and who isn't.' Michael said.

'Dom, we should go and talk to Jo.' Hawke said. 'Clear this up once and for all.'

Dom slumped against a work table. 'I'm not sure I can do that.' He admitted. 'If she's…' his sad eyes met Hawke's, 'if she is here because she's spying on us for the Company, I don't think I could handle that.'

'Then I'll go on my own.' Hawke said simply.

Dom nodded. 'I'd better get started on clearing up the office.' He pushed past Michael and the office door closed behind him.

Hawke sighed.

'You want me to come with you?' Michael asked.

Hawke shook his head. 'No. You'd better stay here and make sure Dom's OK.'

Michael looked back at the closed door. 'He cares about her a great deal, doesn't he?'

Hawke nodded. 'She's like a daughter to him.' He took a final glance at the door and turned to leave.

'You should be careful, Hawke.' Michael said. 'If she is spying for the Company…'

'I know.' Hawke headed for his bike at the far side of the hangar. He put his sunglasses on and started the engine. He rode out of the air service and directed the bike towards the main road. Dom didn't live far from Van Nuys and he soon turned into the apartment complex and parked the bike by Jo's rental car. He took his sunglasses off and placed them in his pocket. He dismounted the bike and checked the small of his back under his jacket where his gun was holstered. He made his way up the path and opened the apartment door with his spare key.

The living room was empty. A coat was slung carelessly over the back of the pale beige leatherette sofa and there was a half-filled glass of water on the battered coffee table. Hawke caught the sound of the shower running at the back of the apartment and sighed. He wandered over to the old sideboard and picked up an old photo. It was a snapshot that Dom had taken of Hawke, Saint John and Jo when they were teenagers. They were stood by the front of the apartment with their arms slung around each other, smiling for the camera. Jo had been like a little sister to them back then, Hawke mused. She had worshipped Saint John. His fingers traced his brother's face.

'Reminiscing?' Jo asked.

Hawke almost dropped the snapshot. His eyes flew to Jo's. She was standing in the doorway that led to the rest of the apartment and wearing nothing but a green bath towel. 'Shouldn't you put something on?' He asked.

Jo glanced down at her apparel and grimaced. She disappeared back into a bedroom and emerged a few minutes later in jeans and sweatshirt. Her blond bob was slicked back. 'If you give me five minutes, I'll put some make up and come with you.' She sat on the sofa and opened the make up bag she was carrying.

'Come with me where?' Hawke asked confused.

'I thought you came to take me back to the air service?' Jo said diving into the small bag and extracting a tube.

'No.'

His response had Jo lowering the lipstick she had been about to put on. 'Then why are you here?'

Hawke put the picture back and went to sit on the coffee table in front of her. 'We need to talk.'

'You're looking pretty serious.' Jo noted taking in the impassive mask that had fallen over his face. She folded her arms tightly across her chest and leaned back against the fake leather, wondered absently why men never had cushions and focused her attention on Hawke. 'What's going on?'

Hawke held her blue gaze with his. 'Are you working for the Company?' He asked bluntly.

Jo couldn't hold the searing blue gaze and looked away.

Hawke sighed. 'Why are you here, Jo?'

His question surprised her into looking at him again. 'What do you mean?'

'I mean, why are you here?' Hawke asked. 'Are you planning to give them Airwolf?'

'No!' Jo's eyes widened with horror. 'You can't think…'

'What else are we supposed to think, Jo?' Hawke gestured at her. 'Why didn't you tell us you were working with the Company?'

'I signed a confidentiality agreement, String.' Jo pointed out. 'I assume the FIRM made you sign one too.'

'You should have told us,' Hawke insisted, 'especially after we trusted you with Airwolf.'

'You didn't trust me.' Jo quickly corrected. 'Exactly when was I supposed to say, 'and oh by the way I work for an intelligence agency' when you were reaming me out about following Dom to the Lair?'

Hawke flushed. 'You still should have told us.'

'I didn't know how.' Jo said simply. 'It never seemed like the right time and when I made the decision to move back after Uncle Dom was hurt, I got scared that if I told you, you all wouldn't want me to come back.'

Hawke held her beseeching eyes and saw the truth shining there. He rubbed his chin. 'So they haven't approached you at all to spy on us?'

Jo shifted uncomfortably. 'About a week ago I came back from Bulgaria and got called into the Company's office in Washington. The guy was a deputy director; he showed me a picture of you and Uncle Dom and asked me if I knew you. I asked him why he wanted to know. He told me that you were involved with the FIRM, the agency they were about to take over and they needed someone to find out exactly what your involvement was because they weren't getting full disclosure.' She frowned. 'I told them to go to hell. I'm not into spying on my family.' Her sincerity shone from her small determined face.

Hawke gestured her. 'Is that why you came back now?'

'Yes.' Jo snapped. 'Because after that meeting I thought you might be in trouble and I wanted to help you.' She sat back in her chair, glowering at him. 'Guess I was wrong.'

Hawke sighed. 'You weren't exactly wrong.'

'You are in trouble?' Jo's expression changed to concern.

Hawke quirked an eyebrow at her. 'We're not sure. The air service was broken into last night and someone went to a great deal of trouble to make it look like it was random vandalism.'

'You think someone's coming after you?'

'It wouldn't be the first time.' Hawke said.

'And you thought I was involved.' Jo realised.

Hawke rubbed his neck. 'Your timing wasn't great.'

Jo swallowed the angry retort before a thought occurred to her and stole her breath. 'Does Uncle Dom think I'm involved?'

'No,' Hawke assured her, 'he's always said you were on the level.'

Jo breathed a sigh of relief. The thought that her favourite uncle might have doubted how she felt about him…well, it just didn't bear thinking about.

'Do you believe me now?' Jo asked.

'I believe that you're not planning to steal Airwolf.' Hawke said wryly. 'I can't say I'm happy you're working for the Company.'

'All I do is some translation work.' Jo said. 'It's not like I actually get involved with the spy stuff.'

'How did you get mixed up with them?' Hawke asked curious.

Jo shrugged. 'I was in Paris and flew one of their agents to a meeting thinking he was just a businessman. When he got to his meeting, the guy he was meeting with couldn't speak English. I stepped in to help with the translation…'

'And one thing led to the other.' Hawke concluded as she nodded her agreement.

'I've only ever worked with them on a freelance contract although they did give me some training,' Jo said, 'and I've already told them I'm not accepting any more work.'

Hawke nodded; that fit with what Michael had found out.

'So are we good?' Jo asked.

'We're good.' Hawke said firmly. He stood up. 'Why don't you put that make up on and come back to the air service?' He shoved his hands in his pocket. 'Dom's probably going nuts and we could use a hand to clear up.'

Jo nodded happily and shuffled forward on the sofa to delve back into the make up bag. 'I take it your spy guy found out I was working with the Company?' She asked as he wandered back over to the side-board and the pictures.

'Yeah.' Hawke stroked a finger over a picture frame. 'Michael got a list of operatives because of the merger.'

'I'm sorry you found out that way.' Jo said brushing her eyelashes with mascara. 'I really just didn't know how to tell you guys.'

Hawke shrugged. His eyes fell on an old picture of Saint John in his high school football gear and he turned back to her. 'Jo?'

'Yeah?' Her attention was on the careful application of her lipstick.

'Michael thinks Saint John went to work for the Company when he left 'Nam. Have you ever come across him or seen something?'

Jo lowered the tube of lipstick slowly and pressed her lips together thoughtfully. She could see the tiny flicker of hope in his eyes and her heart seized knowing she would have to disappoint him. She opened her mouth to speak and snapped it shut again at the sudden flash of memory.

'You have seen something?' Hawke asked seeing the recognition spark in her blue eyes.

'Not exactly.' Jo qualified. 'I was in Moscow about two years ago and I was waiting for a train. Another train pulled up at the opposite platform across the tracks and when it pulled away, there was this guy standing there and I could have sworn it was Saint John.' Her eyes met his. 'But then another train came through and when it was gone, so was he.' She sighed. 'And then, I thought I was being stupid; Saint John was MIA in 'Nam so how could I possibly have seen him in Moscow?' She shook her head. 'I assumed that whoever I'd seen just looked a lot like him and put it down to an overactive imagination.' She sighed. 'I'm sorry, String.'

'I probably would have done the same.' Hawke admitted. 'We only found out last year what exactly happened to him.'

'You mean the information that he made it out of 'Nam and left the army for an intelligence agency and deep cover work?' Jo checked. Her Uncle Dom had filled her in during the visit where she had discovered Airwolf.

'Yeah.'

'And your spy guy thinks the intelligence agency was the Company?' Jo checked again pulling a hair band from the bag and tying her hair back into a ponytail.

Hawke nodded.

'I could do a little poking around when I get back to Bulgaria.' Jo offered shoving the make up back in the bag and zipping it shut.

'No.' Hawke shook his head. 'It's too risky and besides,' he gestured, 'the Company look as though they've deleted any information they had about Saint John from the system.'

'I won't ask how you know that.' Jo murmured.

Hawke allowed a small smile.

'Has there been any news at all on Saint John?' Jo asked as she pulled on her jacket and reached into the pocket for a baseball cap.

'We thought he might be in Cambodia but that turned out to be a dead end.' Hawke shrugged. 'We're hoping when the FIRM's systems integrate with the Company, we might be able to get more information.'

'If you need any help...' Jo said.

'I know.' Hawke clasped her shoulder in a friendly manner. 'Let's get back to Dom.'

Hawke followed her car back to the airfield. The hangar was teeming with Michael's people and they weaved their way through the activity and into the office. For a long moment, Dom stared at the two of them. His hopeful eyes flickered to Hawke who nodded reassuringly and the older pilot broke into a wide smile.

Jo crossed the office and hugged him. 'I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Uncle Dom.'

'It's alright.' Dom patted her back. 'I'm just glad everything's out in the open.'

Jo nodded and stepped back from him. Her eyes widened at the mess. 'My God. They did quite a number on this place.'

'Why don't you start tidying up?' Hawke suggested. He gestured at Dom and Michael to follow him outside.

The sun was beginning to warm the air and Hawke could feel it burning the back of his neck. He halted outside the chopper he had used that morning.

'You're really satisfied she's on the level?' Michael asked without preamble.

'I am.' Hawke said. He folded his arms and held the other man's gaze. 'She knows about Airwolf.'

Michael's eyebrows disappeared under his fringe and colour suffused his cheeks. 'You told her about Airwolf?' His voice rose with each word.

Dom looked at the ground. It had been his fault Jo had discovered the helicopter.

'There's no point yelling at me, Michael.' Hawke stated firmly not giving away how Jo had come to know about the Lady. 'What's done is done.'

Dom decided silence was the best policy.

Michael bristled and pushed his glasses up his nose. 'Fine. Is there anybody else you'd like to tell?'

Hawke raised an eyebrow at Michael's terse words. 'Have you got everything under control here? I need to get back to Caitlin.'

Michael sighed. 'You can go.'

'Yeah,' Dom chipped in, 'Jo can help me clear up. You just get back to Cait.' He patted Hawke's arm. 'Give her my love, would ya?'

Hawke nodded and the older man hurried back into the hangar.

Michael watched him go. 'You're that sure about Jo Santini?' He asked again.

Hawke sighed. 'I'm sure she won't do anything to hurt Dom.'

Michael nodded at the qualification; somehow knowing Hawke's trust in the female pilot wasn't absolute made him feel better. 'You really told her about Airwolf?'

'About Airwolf.' Hawke repeated. 'Not about your project.'

'So she doesn't know about the fake?' Michael brushed a finger across his moustache as Hawke confirmed Jo was still oblivious to the trick they were going to pull on the Company. 'You'd better get going.'

'Let me know if something turns up.' Hawke said climbing into the chopper.

'You'll be the first to know.' Michael promised.

Hawke shut the door and started his pre-check as the spy limped back into Santini Air. He frowned and as he took to the sky hoped he'd made the right decision.