I do not own any of the characters and am just taking them out to play.
Chapter 2
"Hey, String, what did you do with the paperwork on that charter that you did to Vegas yesterday?" Dom shouted from inside the office out to where Stringfellow Hawke was working on the Stearman.
"I put it on your desk," Hawke shouted back.
"Yeah, well, you may have put it on my desk, but where did you put it on my desk?" Dom yelled back at him.
Hawke put down the wrench and climbed out from under the Stearman, heading towards the office. When Hawke got to the office and he started digging around on Dom's desk. "Maybe if you'd kept the filing system that Caitlin started when she was here, you'd know where something was," he answered as he looked around. Digging through a pile of folders, he held up the one he was looking for. "Here it is," he said as he tossed it in Dom's direction. "I'm going back out to try to finish with the Stearman if you'll leave me alone for a while." With that he stalked back out into the hangar and climbed back under the Stearman.
Dom caught hold of the folder as he gave Hawke a stern look. He wished that he knew what was going on in Hawke's head because he'd been short tempered since Cait had left 10 months ago. Dom wanted to tell Hawke why Caitlin had left, but he had promised her that he wouldn't.
Agh, kids!
Setting the folder aside, Dom stood up and went out into the hangar deciding that it was time to eat rather than time to tackle the bills. "Hey, String, I'm going out to get a sandwich for lunch. Do you want anything?
Hawke rolled out from under the Stearman and said, "Nah. I'm not hungry. I'm just going to get this airplane finished, but don't let me stop you!"
"Wise guy! I'll be back in a little while. Hold down the fort while I'm gone, will you?"
"Yeah."
Dom walked out of the hangar shaking his head as he went to get his lunch.
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Dom was finally working on sending out the bills after he'd finished his lunch. He'd gotten through a couple of them when he pulled out the folder from the charter that Hawke had done yesterday. Opening it, he started going through the paper work. One thing Hawke needed to do was to work on his handwriting. Most of what Hawke had entered was unreadable. Dom was tempted to just put it aside, but decided that he needed to go through everything.
When Dom got to the last piece of paper in the folder, he stopped and a look of shock came over his face. Starting to panic, he grabbed up the paper and went out into the hangar where Hawke was putting away the tools he had used on the Stearman.
Waving the paper in the air, Dom yelled, "String, where did you get this piece of paper?"
Hawke stopped what he was doing and turned around to face Dom. "If I knew what paper you were talking about, I might be able to tell you," he said irritated at Dom for interrupting him again.
Dom handed the paper to Hawke who looked it over then crumbled it up and threw it away. "That was in the helicopter when I got back in it after taking the charter to Las Vegas yesterday. I meant to throw it away, but I forgot."
Dom went over to the trash can, got the piece of paper out, and straightened it. "String, didn't you think anything about it?"
Hawke looked at Dom with a cold, withering look and said, "Why would I think anything about it? I don't have a son!"
Dom looked back at String and decided that it was time for him to explain some things to him. "Come on into the office. I want to show you something."
After saying that, Dom started walking back towards the office. He stopped when he noticed that Hawke wasn't following him and asked, "Are you coming or not?"
Slamming the tool chest closed, Hawke followed Dom into his office.
"Make this quick because I want to get to work on the Jet Ranger."
Dom went directly to his desk, sat down, and started rummaging in his desk drawer. After a minute, he produced a photo which he set on the desk so that Hawke could see it.
Hawke picked up the picture and said, "Okay, so you have a picture of me in your desk of when I was a baby. What does that prove?" Hawke questioned Dom while throwing the picture back on the desk.
"It's not a picture of you," Dom shot back at him. "Just wait a minute while I find the other picture."
Dom went back to rummaging around in the desk drawer again finally coming up with another photo. He put this one on the desk right beside the other photo that Hawke had thrown down.
Hawke picked up the picture and stared at it with his mouth hanging open. Several minutes went by before he asked, "Where did you get this?"