Caitlin and Keith were just finishing lunch when Keith's new secretary knocked once on the door and then walked in. She was an older woman that had worked with Hollis Dunstan for years and Keith had kept her on whether out of the goodness of his heart or to keep her from telling company secrets, Caitlin didn't know.
"Mr. Dunstan, there's a Mister Michaels here to see you, sir."
Keith wiped his mouth with a napkin and helped Caitlin to her feet. He handed her the picnic basket when Mr. Michaels walked in. Caitlin came close to choking on the last remaining bit of food in her throat. Mr. Michaels looked very similar to Archangel.
"Mr. Dunstan," Mr. Michaels extended his hand. "My condolences on the loss of your grandfather. He and I were just beginning a friendship. I understand I will be doing business with you and your sister now. I have yet to meet your sister."
Keith shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Michaels, what business were you and my grandfather doing together."
"Overseas shipping." You see, I ship necessary items to every continent but Antarctica. Hollis was seeing to it that my shipments would get first rate attention before, during, and after shipping. We were on the verge of signing a formal agreement when his illness became worse and then, sadly, he passed away."
Keith's secretary came in again, this time without knocking. "Mr. Dunstan, your sister called from the board room. There's a pre-meeting problem she needs to discuss with you."
"Fine. Mr. Michaels, it was a pleasure to meet you. I'm sure Miss Wolfe would be glad to show you out. Angela, thank you for lunch. I'll call you later." Keith kissed her on the side of the temple, shook hands with Mr. Michaels, and left the office with his secretary.
"What are you doing here?!" Caitlin whispered her exclamation soon after the door shut.
"I was trying to keep Hawke and Dominic from busting down the doors in Airwolf. As is, they're at the airport right now waiting further word from me."
"In Airwolf!" Caitlin exclaimed again, in a whispered tone.
"Yes, in Airwolf!" Michael matched her whispered exclamations. "Now, have you been able to find the password?"
"Yeah, Keith gave me two names I'm going to try. Can you distract his secretary for me?"
"Done."
Michael opened the door to leave and as soon as it was closed, Caitlin turned on the computer and began working.
Caitlin tried the name of Hollis' wife first. Instead of the beep Caitlin thought she was going to get, the screen opened onto several different files. Caitlin clicked on the first file, saw the word airport, and hit print. The printer in the corner sprang to life. Caitlin clicked on two more files and hit print. While the printer continued shooting out papers, Caitlin closed the files, and turned off the computer. She waited only a few seconds before the printer stopped printing. Caitlin stuffed the papers into the picnic basket, straightened the desk, and walked out.
When Caitlin joined Michael and Keith's secretary they were laughing over something he had just said. When Michael saw her he smiled. "Miss Lawson was just telling me a joke. Are you ready to escort me out of the building, Miss Wolfe?" Michael asked Caitlin.
"Yes, sir, I am, and thank you for giving me time to use the washroom." She gave Miss Lawson an excuse of why she was in there so long just in case anything came up later.
Michael led Caitlin by the elbow down the hall toward the elevators.
"Did you get anything?" He mumbled.
"Keith and Kyra haven't changed the passwords so I printed three files." Caitlin reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a paper she had marked with a pen. "I think that's the paper you're looking for."
The elevator opened and they entered the gold plated box. "I'll let my people know as soon as I'm out of the building."
Hawke was lounging in Airwolf under radar so as not to be detected, but high enough for Dominic to get readings on the crates that were being loaded into airplanes.
At the last reading of his watch, they had been at the airport for two and a half hours using the Lady to find the crates of weapons being shipped overseas along with food, medicine, and clothing.
Hawke was just opening his mouth to say something to Dominic, when the familiar bleep of a scrambled message rang through the cockpit. Hawke hit three buttons and Michael's face came on a screen.
"You're looking for a Boeing 747 leaving gate 6 in twenty minutes. Airport security is on their way, but you're going to have to keep them from leaving."
"Too late," Dominic's voice came from behind them. "They just took off."
"Stop that plane, Hawke!" Michael shouted over the TV screen.
"You heard the man," Hawke said, pulling back the stick and raising Airwolf into the air.
Five minutes later, Dominic spotted the plane in the air. It looked like a black dot in the sky.
"Going turbos," Hawke told Dominic before he hit the button and zoomed through the air past the airplane. After zooming past the airplane, he turned a tight left and was instantly facing the airplane.
Dominic turned on the intercom. "Turn the plane around and land at the airport." He said through the intercom.
There was no movement from the plane. "Maybe they need a little more incentive," Hawke said before he switched on the guns. A whirring sound from the outside alerted them to the guns coming out. "We will ask you one more time," Hawke said through the intercom. "Turn the plane around and land at the airport where you will be greeted by the Santa Barbara police. We will escort you there. If you do not comply, we will force you to comply."
They were so close to the airplane, Hawke could see the pilot say something to the co-pilot. The pilot nodded and picked up his radio.
Hawke raised the Lady higher in the air and waited for the airplane to make a turn around so both of them could head back to the airport. They were right on their heels until the plane landed.
Dominic took control of Airwolf and landed low enough to let Hawke slide out before he lifted and disappeared.
With gun in hand, Hawke joined the police already surrounding the plane. A police officer banged on the door and stood back. The airplane door opened and unwound until it was on the ground. Hawke boarded after three police officers.
Five crates were attached to the inside of the airplane by bungee cords. While the three police officers ahead of Hawke escorted the pilot and co-pilot from the plane, Hawke helped the two police officers that came behind him open the crates.
They opened the crate, pulled out the packing material, and set aside the plates of medicine, canned food, and clothing. The first box was just what the manifest reported. The second box was the same thing. The third box held the same thing, but packed tightly underneath the canned food, clothing, and medicine were shiny, black guns.
A police officer picked up his radio and reported the findings. Hawke left the airplane and stood beside a police car.
He was standing there for five minutes when a police officer came over with a phone.
"Mr. Hawke, there's a phone call for you." The officer handed him the phone. Hawke walked to the trunk of the police car and put the phone to his ear. "Hawke."
"Hawke," Michael's voice came through the phone. "Did you get it?"
"A crate full of guns just like the computer read out stated. You can arrest the Keith Dunstan now and bring Caitlin home."
"Not yet," Michael said through the phone. "I've been instructed to get more proof. I'm on my way back to the office."
The phone disconnected in Hawke's ear. Hawke found the police officer that handed him the phone, returned it, and radioed Dominic for a pickup.
"Do we get Caitlin back?" Dominic asked as he whisked the Lady through the air.
Hawke didn't answer.