Airwolf Rule The World

Hawke sat in the DB7 at the agreed coordinates in a clearing in a remote wood deep in Hampshire. It was obvious being that close to the coast that the weapons were being brought in across the English Channel. He was early.



As he looked down at the Rolex on his wrist he heard engines from a distance. Three trucks and a limousine appeared opposite him in the clearing. Various soldiers dressed in full combat jumped out of the back of one of the trucks and stood with their P-90s ready.



The limousine door opened and Diana with another man stepped out. Hawke got out of the DB7 and walked over to the middle of the clearing. Hawke recognised the man as Stavilav from the FIRMS’s folder. He was in his sixties and the years had not been kind to him. There were a couple of deep scars on his face which were from a couple of former business deals that had gone wrong.



“Let’s do business.” Stavilav said holding Diana close to him.



“Agreed.” Hawke said ignoring Diana staring at him.



Stavilav clicked his fingers and another man from the limousine appeared with a laptop and placed it on the bonnet.



“Just put in your account number and then the funds will be directly transferred to our off shore account.” Stavilav explained the procedure.



“And my goods?” Hawke asked.



Stavilav pointed to the middle truck. “Yours to deliver where ever.”



“And the driver?” Hawke asked.



“Do with him what you please.” Stavilav explained not caring if the driver lived or died. What did he care? They were expendable.



Hawke typed in his account code and ten million dollars transferred over into the terrorists bank account. The man nodded and picked up the laptop and went back into the limousine.



Stavilav threw Hawke a set of keys to the truck. “A pleasure to do business with you, call me if you require anything more.” Stavilav concluded the business meeting and started to walk back to the limousine.



Hawke caught the keys. “You got a nuke?”



Stavilav stopped and motioned for Diana to get into the limousine and wait for him. He did not want her to hear about a new deal otherwise she would be demanding more money from him.



“I know someone, who knows someone who may know someone who can help.” Stavilav said. “With my commission of course on top.”



“I will double your commission if you get the someone to deliver.” Hawke replied.



“Now why would I do that?” Stavilav questioned Hawke’s motives. “I may like my competition, it keeps our prices competitive.”



“Any competition isn’t good especially if he can deliver the nukes and you can’t.” Hawke drew Stavilav out.



“Maybe.” Stavilav replied. “I like you, you have spunk.” Stavilav wagged his finger at Hawke.



Hawke ignored the comment as it was obvious that Diana had given a full briefing to Stavilav of their meetings at the sports club. Stavilav thought for a moment.



“You have a deal.” Stavilav agreed. “I will contact you with the arrangements.”



The limousine and two of the trucks disappeared back into the woods. Hawke gave the keys to the truck to the driver. “You follow me and then you get paid.”



The driver nodded.



Hawke drove into London and the truck remained behind him. He drove into a disused industrial area where there were some huge warehouses all showing different signs of being disused and being vandalised. Hawke nodded to the FIRMs men who walked around with P-90s. Hawke drove into one warehouse and the truck followed. The doors closed and Hawke got out.



Two of the FIRM’s men went direct to the truck and got the driver out and handcuffed him and then took him away for questioning. Archangel walked from one of the side doors and out in to the warehouse floor.



“Well done Hawke, I knew you could do it.” Archangel told him.



“Yeah.” Hawke mumbled not at all happy that he had just funded terrorism.



“So did Stavilav go for the bait?” Archangel asked.



“Couldn’t refuse it.” Hawke replied. “I should have the Minotaur’s whereabouts shortly.”



“Good work Hawke.” Archangel replied. “We’ll handle all of this.”



“Good.” Hawke replied and put on his sunglasses. “Michael you had better make this one of the last requests as I am getting fed up with all this shit.”



Archangel ignored Hawke’s protest about working for the FIRM. Hawke always complained, never understanding the bigger picture about the global arms dealing.



Hawke drove the DB7 back to Kristien’s estate, keeping it to around one hundred miles an hour. He was thinking about taking Kristien away for a weekend away, in Airwolf, maybe to Norway where they could enjoy the snow. Suddenly Hawke got a strange feeling down in his guts. He was being followed. He looked around and tried to see what was about. He pressed a couple of buttons on the DB7 and the car’s computer scanned the area and just as it picked up two helicopters ahead, two cars came off side roads and slammed into the sides of the DB7. Various proximity alarms flashed on the dashboard.



“What the hell?” Hawke spat just keeping the DB7 on the road.



Both cars slammed back into the DB7 causing it to veer violently over the road. Hawke just about kept control. Both vehicles had masked passengers who now got out P-90s and started to open fire on to the DB7, Hawke instinctively ducked. With the armour plating the bullets harmlessly ricocheted off making sparks. Hawke sat up, Kristien’s design for the DB7 was outstanding. Realising he had the upper hand in this matter he slammed down a gear and revved the powerful engine and knocked into the side of one car then the next, making the passengers lose their balance with their guns. The bullets were useless against the DB7s armour plating.



“Fuck these bastards.” And he moved the DB7 over and put his foot on the brake, allowing the cars to go ahead of him. Hawke moved the DB7 over to the rear wheel of the car on the left and nudged it causing it to spin round into the other car taking them both out. Hawke accelerated away into the path of two helicopters that then opened fire on him.



Carsten looked at all the alarms going off on his PDA. He looked at it and saw the DB7 in trouble.



“Redwood, who’s got the DB7 today?” Carsten asked.



Special Agent Redwood sat outside the hangar door sipping coffee that Kristien had just made him. “Hawke has, why?”



“It’s just been hit.” Carsten replied running back to the security office.



Kristien had already pressed TURB START ONE when she saw the PDA alarm go off. She ignored watching the instruments jumping into life on the cockpit instrument panel and any pre-flight as she pressed TURB START TWO, both rotors started to warm themselves up and the heat haze had already started out of the top of the exhausts, the hangar roof already opening. She got out of Airwolf and started to put on her Airwolf Flight suit. She just about got into it but left the belt off. The zip was tight over her small bump.



“Carsten we’ve got bigger problems.” Special Agent Redwood radioed back to Carsten seeing the hangar roof opening and hearing Airwolf’s unique engines.



“Now what?” Carsten replied already assembling the team with the assault chopper for take off.



“Airwolf has just left the hangar.” Special Agent Redwood watched as Airwolf took off and saw as the Turbos engaged.



“FUCK.” Carsten replied knowing that Kristien had taken off.



Hawke zig zagged the DB7 over the road trying to avoid the 50mm calibre guns that were aimed onto him. He was glad of the DB7’s armour plating. One of the helicopters let off a missile down to the DB7, Hawke veered the DB7 out of the way, loosing control of it in a spin. The other helicopter came over and aimed it’s 50mm calibre guns at the DB7. Hawke put it into to gear and floored it going back in the direction he had just come from. The helicopter gave chase still continuing with the 50mm calibre guns, most of the bullets ricocheting off the armour plate.



Just then Airwolf screamed over head aiming for the chasing helicopter. Kristien selected a sidewinder and took the helicopter out. She released the turbos and did a hammerhead stall and turned round, only in time to see the other helicopter release another missile to the DB7 which hit just in front exploding rolling the DB7 over, the speed at which it was going and the force of the explosion sent it fifty feet in the air, landing heavily smashing the front drivers wing, sending it over again, smashing the boot section, the front and rear bumpers already were sent high in the air, as the DB7 made another violent spin this time on its nose, crumpling the engine, forcing the dashboard closer to Hawke, it span several times more before coming to a stop on all four wheels. The chasing helicopter saw Airwolf and let off another sidewinder to get Airwolf. Kristien let off two missiles, and popped a sunburst. Both missiles went for the helicopter and blew it up making a huge explosion. The sunburst attracted the sidewinder blowing it up on impact.



Kristien reversed the engines and halted Airwolf and pressed her visor up and surveyed the scene. She double checked the radar. No one else was coming. Hawke’s vital signs were erratic.



Airwolf landed next to the wrecked DB7. Kristien left the engines running and she went over to the drivers door. Hawke had a couple of lacerations on his head which were bleeding profusely and he was semi conscious.



“Kristie, I’m …..sorry.” Hawke murmured before drifting off.



“String?” Kristien replied trying the mangled drivers door. It was jammed shut. She ran round to the passenger door and managed to open it. She undid Hawke’s seat belt and began to check him over. “Try not to move.”



The radio cut in. “Eagle one we are 5 minutes out, we have a visual.” Carsten told her. “You stay put, you hear me, for fucks sake stay put.” Carsten pleaded with her. She had no protection with her.



Kristien rolled her eyes and spoke into the radio that was clipped onto her flight suit.. “Just get your arses here will you.” She opened the glove box on the DB7 and got out some medical equipment out and she loosened his tie and opened up his shirt. She placed on two leads and plugged them into the small unit. His vital signs appeared on the small screen. Kristien checked them carefully.



Hawke started to drift in and out of consciousness and tried to focus on Kristien. Kristien placed her hand on his cheek. Her hand was soft and warm, Hawke moved his head closer even though it hurt. Kristien leaned towards him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Please don’t move, not yet.” Kristien begged him.



Hawke looked at her lovingly. “I ….don’t deserve you, I have hurt you.” Hawke mumbled with his eyes closed feeling the pain that he was in.



“Shhhhh.” Kristien told him and she rigged up a saline drip quickly and inserted it into Hawke’s vein on his right arm. She picked up a syringe and pulled the cover for the needle off with her teeth and spat it to one side and looked at the different viles of the drugs that she needed and loaded the syringe up ready. She flicked the syringe with her right fingers depressed the plunger, allowing a small amount to come out. She then placed it into the drip tubing. The speed at which she worked was incredible.



Hawke started to come round. “Kristie?” Hawke placed his hand on Kristien and he heard the distant sounds of a helicopter. Hawke’s heart rate started to increase on the monitor. “Someone’s coming, we gotta get you out of here.” Hawke wanted to get Kristien out of the dangerous situation he was in and he tried to reach for his gun that was holstered under his shoulder and then he saw the catheter in his right arm and Kristien placed her hand on his.



“It’s Carsten on his way, don’t panic.” Kristien’s voice was very calming. “Besides Airwolf is here so I can blow anyone up if I want to.”



Hawke relaxed and allowed Kristien to tend to his injuries.