Airwolf Rule The World

Back at Kristien’s estate, Hawke threw the white FIRM folder back at Archangel.



“No.” Hawke told him. “Not now.” Hawke looked over at Kristien far in the distance, who was working with one of the yearlings she had brought over from the states two weeks previous. He kept Archangel well away from Kristien who was twenty five weeks pregnant. The only people that knew was Alfred, Dominic, Carsten and Doctor Parsons. Kristien’s small bump had grown slightly and if you got close to her you would correctly guess that she was pregnant.



Archangel looked at Hawke not put off by Hawke’s first answer. “Kristien is much better now, isn’t she.” Archangel said positively trying to look at her in the distance. “I need you on this.”



“You must have someone else for this?” Hawke pleaded.



“Well it’s not that we have someone else but we need you and maybe some of Kristien’s cars.” Archangel rubbed his moustache. “Besides, I thought you wanted the Minotaur?” Archangel threw Hawke the bait.



“Kristien’s cars?” Hawke queried already wondering what the job entailed



“Well we need you to be a rich playboy to get to this one.” Archangel started to reveal the real truth behind the deception.



Hawke raised his eyebrows at Archangel. “A playboy?” Hawke said with disbelief looking at himself dressed in casual jeans and a plain maroon shirt, which he actually managed to prise off Kristien after she had kept it under her pillow for nearly a week, where she held onto it when she went for a nap in the afternoon. He did exchange it for the fleece he had worn since returning to England with her. “You gotta be kidding me.”



“Well maybe a suit would be better but certainly driving one of Kristien’s cars, like her DB7 will convince everyone you are who you say you are.” Archangel suggested.



True, Kristien did call her DB7 her ‘dick magnet’ as when she drove it often into London all the men would crowd around and try to introduce themselves to her, much to Carsten’s annoyance. Hawke looked over at Archangel who was handing him the white file again. Hawke snatched it. “Not that I am accepting it you hear?” Hawke looked over the file again.



“The woman is Diana Weston, believed to be an introducer for the Minotaur as well as several other black market individuals including Stavilav and Torres.” Archangel explained as Hawke reread the file. “She was a former high class escort until she decided to take commission as an introducer to meet these individuals.”



“We know that I won’t get near the Minotaur.” Hawke was still not convinced about the mission. “I’ve told you all I want is his coordinates and I will unleash all of Airwolf’s arsenal on him.” Hawke was still hunting down people on his mental hit list he kept close to his chest. Top of the list was the Minotaur followed closely by Charles Hockley Matthews and Bryon.



“But you can get Stavilav, and we would settle for him, alive.” Archangel explained. “We know he works for the Minotaur, like a franchise if you like.” Archangel continued. “Quite handy especially if you want to create a war, say give one country the Minotaur’s telephone number and he kits them out with the latest weapons and then Stavilav gives his mail order weapons to the neighbouring country. You have two very rich men, probably using the same stolen goods for both countries.”



Hawke looked at Archangel still only wanting the Minotaur. “And what about the Lady, where does she fit into all of this?” Hawke asked trying to work out when he could introduce Airwolf to these undesirables.



“Well hopefully we won’t need the Lady.” Archangel replied. “Remember you have notoriety since the press found out you were with Kristien when Sayid proposed to her.”



“Michael you have a funny way of pissing me off!” Hawke exclaimed. “Proposed-what bollocks? Is that the new name for arranged marriages then?”



“As I was saying.” Archangel coughed. “You have notoriety therefore you can probably move about in these circles, they won’t think twice about it.” Archangel continued and handed him a briefcase. “One million dollars and there is a wallet with the usual platinum cards.” Hawke took the briefcase from Archangel.



“What’s all this then?” Hawke questioned.



“You’re a playboy, you need disposable income.” Archangel reminded him. “When you have set up Stavilav for a meeting, contact me on the secure line and I will make sure that we will back you up.”



Hawke looked at the file again and Archangel finished up his coffee and was about to walk over to Kristien, when Special Agent Carsten diverted him. “Archangel I need you to sign off on a couple of things here.” Carsten diverted Archangel back into the main house and he nodded to Hawke to make sure Kristien did not come near the house whilst Archangel was visiting. Her pregnancy was top secret. Carsten was pretty pissed off when Archangel made the request to visit as it was.



Hawke wandered down to the stables and watched Kristien loose school the yearling in the round pen closely. Already the yearling had mastered most of Kristien’s commands for walk, trot and canter and was wearing a saddle and bridle quite happily. Kristien saw Hawke walk over and made the yearling halt and she led him over to the gateway and handed the horse to her groom.



“You look tired.” Hawke told her observing her closely.



“Thanks for the vote of confidence here, you are supposed to make me feel better.” Kristien replied and took off her gloves and put them deep into her fleeces pockets. “It would help if your baby would sleep at night and not run a marathon.” Kristien reminded Hawke. “Since the bloody flight he seems to be nine hours behind everything here.”



“It’s jet lag.” Hawke put his arms around her, she felt a little cold in the autumnal air.



Kristien looked up into Hawke’s eyes and a small smile appeared on her face. “Remember he doesn’t want to be a pilot! So he is getting his revenge on me.” Kristien replied.



“Well why don’t you go and lay down and listen to some music, you know appeal to his creative side.” Hawke suggested.



“Now I know you are making fun of me.” Kristien placed a single kiss on Hawke’s cheek. “I am sure he would appreciate some cello you know.”



Hawke hugged her affectionately and he walked her down to the Lodge. “Yeah, come on then.” Hawke kissed the top of her head. “I need to run an errand later, so I will need to use one of your cars.”



“Help yourself.” Kristien replied. “The keys are in them, but please don’t break them!” Kristien smiled cheekily at him.



Kristien lay on the bed her eyes closed enjoying listening to Hawke playing the Stradivarius. He had played several classical pieces to her and she had drifted off to sleep. Hawke propped the Stradivarius up on the chair and he had got changed into an Armani suit. He gelled his hair back and checked Kristien again. She was still asleep. He put his shirt on the bed that he had been wearing next to her.



Hawke sat in the exclusive members only sports complex. He sat at the bar and ordered a beer and had already flashed the cash and given the bartender a hundred dollar tip. He had already taken a good look around outside, first before wandering in to the bar. He hadn’t been alone for more than two minutes when a tall thin woman walked over to him.



“Buy a lady a drink?” She was American.



“Sure.” Hawke replied. “Bartender, please get the lady a……



“Bottle of Bollinger.” The lady finished Hawke’s sentence. “Diana Weston.” She introduced herself to Hawke and held out her hand.



Hawke gently took her hand and placed one kiss on it. “Stringfellow Hawke.”



“Oh you’re the one with that Princess aren’t you?” Diana correctly remembered all the paparazzi frenzy.



“Didn’t know ex’s get publicity nowadays.” Hawke sipped on his beer trying hard to keep Kristien out of his thoughts. An impossible task.



“Well you could sell your story you know, do the TV talk shows, they would love you, the jilted lover.” Diana took her glass of champagne and drank it down in one. “Join me?” She picked up the bottle and the second glass and walked over to a private booth. Hawke walked over and sat down. He watched Diana pour out two glasses of champagne. They both picked up their glasses. “So what shall we drink to?” She asked him.



“How about revenge is sweet.” Hawke suggested.



“Oh I like that.” Diana replied. “A man who knows what he wants.”

They clinked their glasses together and they sipped their champagne. Hawke noticed the taste of the champagne although expensive it wasn’t like Kristien’s vintage champagne. He looked at his Rolex. He would have to get back soon.



“Am I boring you already?” Diana asked her new friend, curious as to what he was doing here, she admired his Rolex. Certainly he was very smartly dressed and she had watched him carefully since his arrival. He wasn’t short of money.



Hawke smiled politely. “Not at all.” Hawke replied. “But I do need to go unfortunately.”



“Shame.” Diana replied allowing her little finger to go round the rim of the champagne glass. “Have you had the tour?”



“Yes, I believe I will become a member here.” Hawke replied.



“I meant the private tour.” Diana spoke in a hushed seductive tone.



Hawke was slightly taken back by Diana’s immediate come on to him. “Well maybe next time.” He feebly replied and stood up. “I really must leave, I am sorry.”



“Until next time then?” Diana replied and raised her glass to Hawke.



Hawke nodded and quickly left. As Hawke walked out a man dressed in a black suit walked up to Diana and removed Hawke’s champagne glass with gloves, she wanted to check that he really was who he said he was. He nodded at Diana. The Valet parking attendant brought round the DB7 and he got in it and drove away far quicker than he meant to. Diana watched from the shadows disappointed that she had been turned down but also impressed that there were still shy gentlemen still in the world today. She would have to try harder next time.



Hawke sat in the DB7 parked outside the Lodge on Kristien’s estate. Carsten walked up to the DB7 and handed Hawke a few shopping bags from Hamley’s and Harrods in London.



“You need an alibi.” Carsten prepared him. “She’s already missed you.”



“I thought she was busy with Airwolf?” Hawke replied putting his sunglasses on.



“Finished that. She wanted you to do a test flight.” Carsten replied.



Hawke took the bags from Carsten. “Thanks for this.” Hawke thanked him for the cover.



“Did you get the meeting?” Carsten enquired after Hawke’s mission.



“Not yet.” Hawke replied checking inside the bags. “Where is she?”



“Laid down in bed, resting.” Carsten informed him.



Two days later, Hawke strode into the Members Bar again. He checked out the room and sat down in the booth that Diana had seated them both in before. He ordered a bottle of Vintage sixty nine champagne. The bar tender brought over two glasses and the vintage champagne, the bar tender remembered Hawke as a good tipper from last time and made sure that he was diligent to Hawke’s needs again. He looked at the two glasses and was about to question the bar tender when Diana sat down. She was wearing a very revealing designer dress. The bar tender looked at Hawke and Hawke gave another hundred dollars, which the bar tender took. “Thank you Sir.”



“Well have you brought that smart car again?” Diana asked in a hushed tone and sipped on the champagne. She looked at the glass and made a small smile, this was not your usual champagne.



Hawke looked up. “Not today, I am slumming it today in the Diablo.”



“Oh I like your style.” Diana giggled at the thought that he had two cars and she looked at the label on the champagne and raised an eyebrow at the label, the champagne was over a thousand dollars a bottle. “So you came back for the private tour?”



“Yeah.” Hawke lied.



Diana smiled seductively at Hawke. “Excellent.” She picked up her glass and walked away. Hawke picked up the bottle and his glass and followed her.



Diana opened the door to the private suite and left the door open. Hawke walked in and closed the door. Diana sat down on the couch and lounged herself over it and she patted the couch next to her. Hawke walked over and placed the champagne bottle down on the table and sat next to her.



“So do you want business or pleasure first?” Diana asked him and poured herself some more champagne.



“Business.” Hawke replied.



“Men, always wanting business first.” Diana mocked Hawke and took out her PDA. “What are you requiring?”



Hawke handed a USB stick to Diana and she inserted it into her PDA. Her eyes lit up with delight at the commission she would earn from this. She continued reading.



“What are you doing with this, taking over a small country?” Diana asked.



“That’s not part of the game now is it.” Hawke said rhetorically.



Diana smiled at him. “This is going to take a couple of days.” Diana uploaded the USB and handed it back to Hawke. He went to get up and Diana held onto his hand. “Leaving so soon?” Diana moved herself across and straddled Hawke’s lap, pinning both his hands down under her knees, she hitched her designer dress up. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.



Hawke looked at her with cold expressionless eyes as his male instincts took over.



Diana put her hands on Hawke’s neck and looked at the depth of his coldness towards her. It did not deter her. She had been a professional for many years. Nothing put her off. Her hands went down his chest to his trousers and swiftly she had undone his belt and freed his hard penis from his Armani suit. Diana slid down and her mouth descended around his penis, taking him fully into her mouth. Hawke gripped the couch with both hands, it had happened so quick he didn’t have time to protest. Jesus, what the hell was this? As he watched her slide up and down his hard shaft. His hands clenched to fists and he took hold of her blonde hair as she worked on his penis, her hands also working on his shaft, whilst expertly cupping his balls, he tried to lift her off but she firmly kept him in her mouth. Diana took him fully down her throat and as Hawke began to think that somehow she had unhinged her jaw, he could no longer keep control. The fire rose deep from his guts and before he could push her away he was coming hard and fast. Diana kept her mouth firmly around his hard penis, taking him fully down the throat as he came. He felt her swallow before she moved her mouth from him. She did not look at him and stood up and walked over to the door.



“You will hear from my contacts in a couple of days.” Diana held the door open.



Hawke hurriedly fastened his belt on his trousers and stood up and walked to the open door. Diana placed an open palm up to him requesting payment for her skilled services. Hawke remained aloof and cold and opened his wallet. Diana peered into the money filled wallet and removed ten thousand dollars and rolled up the green bills and placed them in her cleavage. She ran her tongue over her moist lips.



Hawke put his wallet back into the pocket of his Armani suit and put his sunglasses on and walked out. He could not walk through the sports complex quick enough to get to the Lamborghini Diablo from the Valet Parking Attendant. Diana watched from the balcony as Hawke got into the Diablo and drove away.



A person stood behind her on the balcony. “Did you get what you needed?” Diana questioned.



“Oh yes, thank you for your assistance in this matter, you have been very helpful.” Archangel replied as he stepped forward and put his hand on her shoulder.



“Oh I am always helpful for the right price.” Diana looked Archangel up and down.



“I am so glad to hear that.” Archangel reached into his pocket and brought out a roll of fifty thousand dollars.



Diana’s eyes greedily lit up with that amount. “The full works then?” Diana put on her seductive voice and walked back in to the room, stepping out of her designer dress before she walked back into the private room. She stood naked and beckoned him with her finger to enter the room.



Hawke put his right foot down and floored the accelerator pedal on the Diablo. He was doing one hundred and fifty driving back to Kristien’s estate. His mind completely blown from what had just happened. He tried to go over what had happened and how feebly he tried to stop it from happening. Hawke hit the steering wheel with frustration.



“Fuck.” Hawke spat in anger at himself.



His stomach started to churn violently and he forcefully hit the brakes on the Diablo. A few millimetres of rubber tyre were left on the tarmac as the sports car lurched to an untimely stop. Still with smoke from the tyres Hawke fell out of the Diablo and managed to get to a tree at the side of the road where he brought up his lunch.



Hawke was no stranger to blow jobs, in fact when he had his last tour of Nam they served a purpose especially if the usual ‘clean’ asian girl was not available for sex. Then the next best thing would have to suffice, it was cheaper too. He never enjoyed them preferring to have sexual intercourse.



He and Kristien had never explored any oral sex, never had the need to, they got so much from the physical side. Hawke always thought if he couldn’t get her to orgasm by fingering her then having his tongue taste her probably still wouldn’t make her come, although many a time he wanted to go down on her and often imagined what it would be like. The taste of her would be intoxicating.



Hawke stood up and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of the Armani suit. What the fuck was he going to do? How would he keep this from Kristien? Surely she would read his mind?



Hawke arrived quicker than he would have liked at Kristien’s estate. He left the Diablo outside the Lodge and walked down to the Hangar, he wanted to avoid seeing Kristien. He marched inside and paid little attention to Airwolf standing inside, bathing in the hangar lights. He walked over to the bathroom and undid his suit and allowed it to drop to the floor. He walked into the decontamination showers and switched them on. Eight powerful shower heads pounded hot water down on to his body. He held his body up against the wall allowing the water to wash over him. He watched the water go down the plug hole for several minutes, part of him hoping it would wash away his guilt.



It didn’t.