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Crash

By Thalia Drogna

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, I’m just borrowing them.

Rating: PG-13

AN: I've always wanted to do an Airwolf/Knightrider crossover. One day I finally sat down and started it, the only problem is that I then got distracted by other things. I will finish it, I promise.

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Michael was listening to music while driving KITT to their next case. Devon had assigned them a series of murders in LA to investigate, he thought that the local guys needed the help. Apparently they’d had some trouble with a motorcycle-riding vigilante recently and Devon thought that they might be connected. Michael wasn’t so sure, but who was he to question his assignments, so here he was on the way to LA. Therefore when KITT told him that Devon was calling he was mildly surprised to hear from his boss again so soon.

“What’s up, Devon?” he asked.

“We have a change of plans, Michael. We have a been asked to work with one of our fellow law enforcement agencies to recover some stolen property,” said Devon.

“Devon, recovering stolen property doesn’t really compare to a homicide case. Can’t they handle this themselves?” asked Michael.

“It very much depends on what that stolen property is,” replied Devon. “In this case it’s a top secret military helicopter which was hijacked by one of its test pilots. It’s a complicated story to say the least; six months ago the helicopter was stolen by its designer and sold to the Libyans. They sent in a pilot to recover it, but the helicopter was destroyed in Libya.”

“Sounds like an open and shut case to me,” said Michael. “Scratch one top secret helicopter.”

“Apparently it isn’t quite that simple. An agency called the Firm was running the whole operation but the CIA don’t think the helicopter was destroyed. They believe that it was flown back to the States and hidden by someone within the Firm or the pilot. Either way they want the helicopter found,” said Devon.

“Well if the Firm aren’t talking how are we supposed to find it?” asked Michael. “And since when did we start taking jobs for the CIA?”

“The Senate sub-committee have refused to let the CIA investigate. I gather that their relations with the Firm have been somewhat difficult in the past and they are worried it will become a vendetta. They have asked the Foundation to act as impartial investigators,” said Devon.

“So what you’re saying is the Foundation is about to get involved with inter-agency in-fighting? No way, Devon, this stuff can get pretty vicious and I don’t want to get caught in the cross fire.”

“I’m sorry Michael, the security of the country could be at stake. I realise that this isn’t something that we’d usually become involved in but you and KITT really are the best men for the job.”

Michael sighed theatrically. “Okay, Devon. Tell me about this helicopter, what makes it so special?” he asked.

“I’m sending KITT everything we have on it, although most of it is rated Top Secret so I can’t give you the complete picture. It’s a stealth equipped attack helicopter, armed with the most advanced weapons systems available and piloted by three mission specialists,” said Devon, and a picture of a black helicopter appeared on KITT’s screen.

“Whew, she’s a beauty alright,” said Michael.

“Should I be feeling jealous,” said KITT.

“Its still got nothing on you, pal,” replied Michael.

“All we have to go on is the list of original test pilots, three of whom were killed in Libya. Although the CIA also suspects this man,” a picture of a man in a white suit with glasses, one lens of which was blacked out, appeared on KITT’s monitor. “Michael Coldsmith Briggs III, Deputy Director of the Firm and responsible for the development and, after it was stolen, recovery of the helicopter. Code named Archangel.”

“You have to be kidding me, code names?” said Michael.

“This isn’t our world, Michael. In the kind of work these people do I should imagine that code names are very necessary,” said Devon.

“And the test pilots?” asked Michael.

“I’m sending the list to KITT. There were originally nine test pilots, three crews of three. The alpha crew were killed in Libya. Of the other six only two have actually flown the helicopter. The other four were back-up crew. Technical specialists in weaponry and counter-measures who couldn’t have flown it out of Libya.”

“Well that narrows things down a bit,” said Michael. “What were the names of the two pilots?”

“Harlan Jenkins and Stringfellow Hawke.”

“Has this helicopter got a name?” asked Michael.

“Yes, it’s called Airwolf,” replied Devon.

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Stringfellow Hawke didn’t like unannounced visitors at his cabin and he especially didn’t like it when those visitors arrived in a white helicopter.

“What do you want Michael?” said Hawke tersely. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest as Archangel entered the cabin with his assistant Marella in tow.

“We may have a problem,” said Michael Archangel. He wore a white suite and a pair of glasses with one lens blacked out to protect the eye that had been damaged when Airwolf had been stolen by its test pilot.

Hawke turned to glare at Archangel. “There’s always a problem when the Firm’s involved,” said Hawke.

“This problem concerns Airwolf and possibly you as well,” said Archangel.

“We think that the CIA are looking for Airwolf,” said Marella.

“I thought we had a deal,” said Hawke angrily. “Airwolf for my brother.”

“And the deal still stands,” said Archangel.

“Then why the hell is the CIA looking for Airwolf?” asked Hawke.

“We don’t have any control over our sister agencies,” said Marella. “They heard about the debacle in Libya from one of their sources there. Somehow they found out that Airwolf may not have been destroyed, we’re still not sure how that happened but we’re looking into it.”

“I thought the Firm was the only agency that even knew of Airwolf’s existence?”

“It should have been after Libya, but we had to get funding through normal channels. The CIA had been promised Airwolfs of their own if the prototype had been successful. They were a little bit annoyed to find out that the Firm had let it be stolen and then destroyed.”

“Annoyed? Why do I think that’s an understatement?” asked Hawke.

“Because it is. Livid would be a better word,” said Marella.

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To be continued...

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