He ran into his cabin, tryin to reach out to the Incognito. Nobody had answered his communication for about five minutes, until the weak signal was reaching him from the other side. Obviously, it was the Incognito.
He was sitting in front of the star of Omega-11, smoking a sigar. "Greetings, Mister Hawk." Jason was hyperventilating, until he calmed down. He was quite nervous about recent event. "Listen up. I don't know who you are, but I won't to see any Nomad followers on my ship, neither the walking dead people! We helped each other, yes, but it doesn't mean that I will tolerate any of them! I appreciate your help, but, as I said, don't make neither myself, nor my crew be a part of your personal plans. We just want to live for ourselves." Incognito exhlaed. "Dissapointing... If you do realise that you won't last a hour without my help... Well, guess it's time to bid farewell to each other. Goodbye, Mister Hawk." He deactivated his panel, throwing a sigar away.
Hawk fell into his chair, rubbing his hair. He didn't even noticed Lex, standing in the doorway of his cabin. She tried to attract his attention, but he heard her only two minutes later. He turned at her and tried to smile. "Ah, Lex..." She walked in, sitting in front of him. "So... What is happening again?" He sighed. "That Oracle... And the same Woman. Plus... I think that we don't have any home now."She smiled back and took his hand. "Look around you. This is your home." He grinned. "The Archangel is not a home ship. It's a warship." She exhaled. "Well... In the end, it's up to you to decide." She left his cabin, heading to the bridge. When he was wandering about their future, Hawk noticed that the transponder is still installed onto Archangel's signature. "No... It's just a matter of time..."