I'm back from my vacation! After stepping away from the story for a few days, I've decided to take it in a slightly different direction than originally planned. Thanks for all the reviews and I hope you enjoy the rest! :o) I should have at least a chapter a day from here on out.
Chapter 7
The seconds that went by seemed like an eternity to Dom who held his breath and watched. String finally moved his finger off of the button, raised his helmet shield and quickly veered off in the opposite direction of Caitlin.
Dom let out the breath he was holding and closed his eyes. "Thank God," he said softly.
String turned and looked at him briefly before responding. "Caitlin and Saint John's lives are worth more to me than any machine," he said. "We'll get it from Deaver later. Right now, we need to get back to Michael and figure out where they may have taken it and Saint John."
String and Dom met up with Michael where they had originally picked up the new Airwolf.
"What the hell is going on?" asked Michael. "What do you mean Caitlin took off with it?"
"Your friend Deaver got to her," said String. "At this point I have no doubt it has something to do with that Dream Seminar she went to."
"What seminar?" asked Michael. "I thought you all were supposed to run things like that by me."
"Well, I thought your people were supposed to be taking care of my brother," replied String. "How the hell did they get to him in your clinic?"
Michael sighed. "We didn't know his safety was an issue," he replied. "Deaver knows the whole layout and most of the security procedures for the clinic. I'm sorry to say that it wasn't too difficult for him to get to Saint John."
"Look guys, how all this happened doesn't matter now," said Dom. "We need to figure out a way to get both of them back."
String shook his head. "I'm afraid Caitlin isn't going to come with us willingly. It's like they've brainwashed her somehow," he said.
"We do have the same drugs available as we did when Horn got to you," replied Michael.
"No way Michael," said String adamantly. "That stuff is way too dangerous and I'm not going to risk it. I'll drag her out of there kicking and screaming if I have to but your people are going to be the ones to take care of fixing what they've done to her."
"Okay, fair enough," said Michael. "I do have some good news though."
"What's that?" asked Dom.
"After the debacle with your Airwolf," he replied. "We installed a special tracking device that can't be removed in the new one. It's something we added recently so chances are Deaver wouldn't be aware of it."
"So you know where they are?" asked String.
"Yeah, believe it or not he's hiding it almost in plain sight," replied Michael. "Satellite tracked it to just two hours south of here. Of course, that worries me. He must have some kind of plan."
"I'm sure he does," said Dom. "But we have no choice in the matter.
"Just so you know," said Michael. "Deaver has some knowledge of how to fly Airwolf. All he probably needs is for Cait to teach him the rest. More than likely, he plans on flying it himself."
"Good," said String. "Then I'll take him down."
Michael shook his head. "I'd rather you not," he said. "I'm going to have enough problems explaining to the President why he doesn't have it yet. I'd prefer we not lose another one."
"I'll do what I can Michael," said String. "Deaver may not give me any other choice."
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Deaver was extremely pleased when he saw Caitlin land the new Airwolf on his property. He quickly ran up to greet her. "You did a great job," he told her. "This is absolutely amazing. I'll give you a little time to rest and then I want you to take me up and teach me what I need to know to fly her."
"Okay," said Caitlin. "But It's not that easy," she said.
"Don't worry," he replied. "I have a lot more flying experience than you know."
Deaver led Caitlin back into the Dream Center. "Saint John Hawke is the last private room down the hall on the left. I would appreciate it if you go and check on him."
"What do you plan to do with him?" asked Caitlin.
"Same as you my dear," he replied. "You'll be left here on your own when I leave. However, I will compensate you for all your hard work."
Caitlin smiled. "Thank you," she replied. "I'll go and check on him. I'm not sure he'll want to see me though."
"Don't worry," replied Deaver. "He'll get over what happened. Meet me back out here in an hour."
Caitlin nodded and headed towards Saint John's room. Gibson came in just before she left.
"Why are you sending her in there?" he asked.
"It's a trust thing," said Deaver. "I want her to believe that we aren't murderers and that after she shows me what I need to know, she'll walk away."
"But that's not true," said Gibson. "You know we can't let them live."
"Of course," he replied.
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Caitlin walked into Saint John's room. He was lying on a hospital type bed. Both his hands and feet were tied down to the bed. When Caitlin walked in he lifted his head up and looked at her before smiling. Caitlin smiled back and then put one finger up to her lips to keep him from speaking.
