(RADIO CHATTER) CONTROLLER: Midwest 509, you're clear to taxi. Runway 23, over. PlLOT: I copy, tower. CONTROLLER: Be advised. We have gusts at 7 knots, 270. PILOT: Roger, tower. East Juliet 27. PILOT: Control, this is 509-er. We're in 23 and awaiting clearance. Over. HAWKE: Hey, Dom? Dom? You here? HAWKE: Hey, Dom, what's the matter? DOMINIC: Nothing. It's nothing. What did Archangel wanna see you about? HAWKE: Some mission up north. It'll wait. What's wrong? DOMINIC: All these years I missed seeing her grow up. Now I'm even gonna miss seeing her before they... HAWKE: Dom, I still don't understand.