Airwolf And I, Vice Versa

Chapter Eleven

Kristien was driving around on her own 3 mile circuit test track at speeds of over 200 miles an hour. The specially designed Sports Car lit up the pitch black and often flames could be seen out of the exhausts. When it came into the light the silver reflected the lights reflacting the light back into the spectrum of colours of the rainbow. It’s sleek designs made it look like something out of a science fiction movie rather than on a race circuit.
There were twenty special agents and fire marshalls all around the track at the different marshall points all glued to their infra red cctv PDAs which looked at every part of the track. Carsten remained in the Crew Pit where all the read outs from the on board computer from the Sports Car came back to. He was alone apart from another agent Redwood.
She had already blown two engines already on the first two cars which took her a little over 30 minutes, her own pit crew were used to this. The team of engineers would be estatic that Kristien had blown two engines already with the read outs that the computer had. They would wake up in the morning and see half a ton of paper from their printers. They would be dancing for days with that lot!

“Boys, she’s in the new car, one lap for warm up.” Redwood said over the radios. “Book is open now for timings for when she breaks this one. Two thousand dollars a bet. Register on my PDA with your time in minutes and seconds. Winner takes all.”

Various voices checked in all saying affirmative. This was the fun part of their job. They were so highly paid by Kristien’s Estate that playing with thousands on bets especially with the horses was easy, predicatble as they always won. Kristien never put a horse in a race that it wasn’t going to win. Many of the owners around the world often withdrew their horses when they saw any of Kristien’s being entered. Here with the cars then there was more ‘sport’ to bet on between themselves.

Special Agent Carsten looked at the track and the speed at which the sports car was already approaching. He had never seen her his enraged before. What the hell happened in the Hangar to get her like this. He hated not being privy to information and as he was banned from certain parts of the estate it was impossible to find out.

Redwood looked over at Carsten. “You’re not having a bet?”

“Nah, I never get it right, not with her anyway.” He said pointing at the monitor screen wondering who the hell had upset her to this level and pointed to the screen at the sleek sports car going at well over 200mph down a straight, coming over the brow of a rise for a fraction of a second all four wheels where airborne.

“Jones I don’t believe your time! Are you sure you want 5 minutes 13 seconds” Special Agent Redwood could not believe that time as he spoke into the radio. “She usually takes a bit longer on the third one you know.” Redwood turned to Carsten. “Seriously man you spend so much time with her, maybe too much.”

“Maybe.” Carsten reluctantly agreed watched the screens intently. The sports car was hugging every curve at break neck speeds. The laws of physics were always pushed to their limits on this track. How she never crashed God only knew.

“Look maybe change the schedules a bit, you know maybe add one other for personal protection then that’s you me and another, you know spread the time out a bit more.” Redwood told him looking down at the computer stopwatch. “Christ she’s faster on this one.”

Carsten noted the lap time. “I’ve never seen her like this before. So cross, so angry.”
Redwood looked at Carsten and saw how concerned he was. “Oh some one has taken her to another level alright?” Redwood noted, he too had noticed how changed Kristien had become since the arrival of Airwolf and guests.

Carsten continued to be glued to the screen. “It’s that throttle jockey, Hawke, he’s responsible for this.”

“He’s certainly a man of few words.” Redwood noted still keeping an eye on the computer stopwatch. “They do make a good couple though, they really compliment each other.”

Carsten looked at Redwood. “I thought you were supposed to be helping.”

Just then on the third lap the sports car engine blew.

“For fucks sake will some one get me another.” Kristien’s voice came into the pit room.

“Arh well there aren’t anymore, you have killed the last three.” Carsten held the mircophone and head phones to his ear. “They haven’t repaired the others yet.”

“Shit Jones you were right, five minutes ten seconds man.” Redwood said over the Special Agents radio. “You have the twenty thousand.”

“What the….why haven’t they repaired the others?” Kristien’s adrenelin was still running high. “Remind me to kick their arses tomorrow.”

“Well the three you have killed took longer to do the improvements hence the delay.” Carsten was walking out on to the test track. “You did do a lot of technical improvements.”

“Not improved enough.” Kristien replied getting out of the sports car leaving it in the middle of the track. The track team were already coming over to tow the sports car back to the garage where the other two broken cars were. She removed the helmet, and the fireproof head cover and removed the ear phones that were in her ears.

Carsten stood behind her and she turned and saw him. “Are you going to be alright?” Carsten asked her softly concerned for her.

“I just need something that is fast and preferably hard to break.” Kristien could feel the blood pumping around her head taking the rage with the red flow which was pulsating through her veins. “When are my trucks coming?” Kristien had ordered some new Articulated Trucks to play with after seeing truck racing on one of the Agent’s TVs. She thought that would be a great idea especially with a 40 tonne load on the back, now that would defy laws of physics.

“The trucks will be another couple of weeks. Your specifications were very precise hence the delay.” Carsten replied hoping he wasn’t going to get another bollocking from her, the mood she was in anything was possible. Carsten suggested. “What about Airwolf?”

Kristien looked directly at him. “Now that’s the best bloody idea you have ever had.”

Kristien walked away from him to go and have a shower. “Oh and by the way your online betting ring, I blew the last engine on purpose. Jones never wins anything.”

Carsten looked at her and realised that somehow she had over heard their conversation in the Pit Crew Booth. Fuck! How the hell did she hack into that? Carsten noted he would have to be more careful of who he spoke to and about what form now on.

Hawke had walked round the estate for over an hour looking for Kristien. He could feel her somewhere but could not pinpoint where she was. He could feel a rage a deep burning rage, it could be from him after the altercation with Archangel just a couple of hours before but he was not sure. He could not find any agents dressed in black either although it was very late. He made his way to the lake and walked towards the dock hoping to get some clarity so that he could find Kristien again.

Hawke heard the sound of an engine cutting through the still evening air. A silver Aston Martin DB7 came from another part of the estate and parked outside the lodge. Carsten got out as did Kristien. There she was. On seeing Hawke in the distance, Carsten left the area. For once he was glad that Hawke was there. He did not want to be near Kristien tonight, not like this. Kristien stood looking at the retreat that Carsten was performing, she looked over at Hawke.

“Right then.” She muttered looking at the stand off between the men. “You boys play like that then, fine by me.” Kristien walked towards Hawke at the lake enjoying her new found freedom away from the secret service but also to try to quell the burning deep inside. She had already showered and changed from the sports car testing, the fireproof clothing was always too hot to wear.

As Hawke walked towards her he felt the rage, he wasn’t sure if it was from him reflecting off from her. Kristien walked over towards him at the shore of the lake. Their souls drawing them together. Hawke pulled her close and kissed her hard and full. The power that was released from that embrace was imeasurable. He savoured the intoxicating taste.
Kristien wrapped her leg around the back of Hawke’s, pulling it forwards and knocked his leg out from under him, he fell backwards still in the embrace and with Kristien holding him. He landed on the sandy shores of the lake, the passion between them continued. Kristien pulled open Hawke’s shirt and undid his jeans so quickly, even he didn’t realise how quickly Kristien was taking him. Hawke was surprised by the intensity and the power but was happy to be carried along by it.

Kristien too removed her clothes, allowing Hawke to feast upon her. He wanted to slow things up, to calm her down as he remembered the pain she was going to feel once he was inside her. Kristien leant forward and embraced him deeply, whilst doing so she sat on him, taking him fully. Hawke was totally blown away with this intensity. As their bodies became one, orgasms for both of them were only seconds away.

Hawke did not have time to work out what just happened during the seduction but the male instincts inside were satisfied and did not care. He still thought the rage was from him albeit it was just burning now.

Kristien did not give him time to think. “Come on, fancy doing some fishing?” Kristien asked. “Let’s fly Airwolf away from here and let’s see what crawls out from the computers.”
Finally someone was thinking like him, he wanted to find out who was behind all of this and away from the FIRM too. For eighteen months someone had been putting their hands in the cookie jar and Hawke wanted to know who. If it was the FIRM Hawke would certainly make Archangel pay.

Kristien sat at the co pilots seat and Hawke had watched her push Airwolf probably to her every design limits but he was quietly jealous of how Airwolf performed in her hands. Airwolf had over the North Sea performed several hammerhead stalls, various reverse engine stops and a couple of Mach plus one passes from sixty five thousand feet down. Kristien’s burning rage had during the flight died down to glowing embers inside of her. Between the sports car, seducing Hawke and now flying Airwolf she had managed to resemble some control deep inside.
Hawke had remained quiet during the flight. He was happy when she offered to fly Airwolf as he was quite drained from the stress of the day, Archangel’s meeting and Kristien’s seduction had taken all his energies away.

One thing for sure the burning rage that he felt had died down during the flight. He had time to think about what had happened during the seduction, although the anger was originally from him she had somehow absorbed it during the altercation with Archangel. No wonder she had left the hangar. He knew he was ready to explode at Archangel so if she had somehow taken a helping too. He thought back to when they were together at his cabin. They were connected at such a level but back then all he felt was happiness. He started to feel guilty at dishing out a helping of his rage to her as if he had personally physically hit her, even though he would never hit a woman, he felt as if he had. The guilt tried to consume him but he was ready for it. With profound calmness he concentrated and reached deep inside and thought intently of the happier times and felt the connection with Kristien.

Kristien sighed feeling Hawke trying to help calm her. “You should have done this earlier.” She whispered.

“Sorry.” He muttered still feeling guilty at unleashing hell on her especially as he thought back to Gabrielle and what he had done to Moffet. He had obviously given her that helping too, no wonder she seduced him. Having a soul mate had its drawbacks. He would in future have to control his anger if Kristien was in close proximity.

In the back the EDCC sprang into action and various monitors now came on.

“Looks like we have a bite.” Kristien said. “Here take over.” Kristien climbed into the back at the EDCC and sat down. She quickly got to work on Airwolf’s computer.

Hawke took the controls of Airwolf. “Can you see who it is?”

“Not yet. Airwolf is transmitting on a data stream using one of the satellites. I will just connect my laptop and drop a little surprise in and then we should get a trace.” Kristien set to work in the back. “If I use a different satellite then…..yep that one will do.” Kristien had found what she needed busily typing away on the keyboards.
Hawke still had no idea how computers worked and he thought that one day he would actually ask Kristien to explain it to him, one day.

As if she had read his mind Kristien answered. “I have dropped a 148 encryption in on the data stream that Airwolf is transmitting with a worm. The worm will sit in the receiving computer and with a touch of a button I can trace who is doing this and see how much information they have. They won’t know I have done this either.”

“Can you erase what they have if you find them?” Hawke asked.

“No not from Airwolf’s computer, I need my mainframe at home to do it.” Kristien told him. “But if I find a location you can blow it up. Does the same job as erasing you know.”

“Yeah.” Hawke said. He checked over the guages. “We will be needing fuel soon unless we go back.”

Kristien had already second guessed that. “That’s why we have a refueling tanker coming in 30 minutes.”

Hawke smiled, she was too efficient for words.

Airwolf flew south over the Mediterranean Sea to refuel. They had nearly finished when the secure channel on Airwolf flashed and an electronic noise sounded.

Hawke sighed knowing it was Archangel. He pressed a code into Airwolf’s scramblers.
“I take it you two are off for a vacation in Europe then.” Archangel queried coming on to the screen. Hawke knew that Archangel would have been given details of the refueling tanker from the FIRM.

“Morning Michael.” Hawke replied.

“Yes, well I take it you have found something out there that catches your eye then?” Archangel tried to get back to business.

“Airwolf is transmitting, Kristie is taking a look at who it is.” Hawke confirmed.
Kristien had remained quiet, still busy at Airwolf’s keyboard and her own laptop, God did she wish she had a more powerful computer.

“Airwolf transmitting?” Archangel questioned. “What’s it sending?”

“All non essential stuff.” Kristien replied. “Audio and video surveillance programming currently on a very narrow bandwidth at that.”

“What the? Well that’s nothing to worry about.” Archangel replied. “Unless….” He did not have time to finish.

“It’s transmitting to Libya.” Kristien had finally traced where the hacker was operating from.

“Libya? Are you sure?” Archangel could not believe what he had just heard.

Hawke sighed he knew he sent Moffet to hell in Libya.

“Would you like to come up here and take a look then?” Kristien never got used to being questioned.

“Have you got coordinates?” Hawke asked Kristien.

“Sure have, south of Tripoli near the Algerian border.” Kristien replied. “I have the longitude and latitude right here.”

“Wait a minute Hawke you cannot take Airwolf into Libya.” Archangel guessed what Hawke was up to.

“If you are telling me what to do Michael you can forget it.” Hawke told him.

“Hawke, think about it a minute will you. Come back and we will send operatives in to go and investigate the coordinates and report back. We would ensure anything found would be destroyed.” Archangel hoped that it would be enough to convince Hawke to turn back. “In fact you could come.” Archangel added to the bait to Hawke to persuade him to return.
Hawke thought about it for a moment but before he made a decision Carsten cut in on Archangels transmission.

“I order you to bring back Kristien right now.” Carsten spat at Hawke pushing Archangel out of the camera angle. His arse was on the line here as he was the one who told Kristien to go and fly Airwolf without an agent with her at that albeit he didn’t know they were off to Libya.
Like a red rag to a bull Hawke pressed the scrambler buttons and ceased the secure transmission to Archangel.

Back at Kristien’s estate both Dominic and Archangel glared at the Special Agent for hijacking the transmission but also for pushing Hawke the wrong way. Dominic was rolling his eyes and could not believe what had just happened. Mamma Mia!

“You are one fucking little prick Carsten you know that.” Archangel could not hide his anger at the Special Agent’s stupidness in handling Hawke.

“Get him back here now.” Carsten ignored Archangel’s jibe. “He’s your employee.”

“Er, Hawke doesn’t work for the FIRM.” Archangel confirmed. “Hawke has always worked for himself.”

Archangel and Dominic left the estate office where Carsten just stopped and stared at the blank screen, this was probably the end of his career.

“SHIT.” Carsten cursed himself and stood up and kicked the desk hard with his foot. He had better call in some favours and fast. Kristien needed protection no matter where she was. How the hell he was going to explain this one he didn’t know, but he had to try.

Reluctantly, Carsten picked up the red phone on the desk.