CHAPTER 11

"Let's go, Mike, time's up," Caitlin called over the radio as she launched two more missiles into the complex before dropping to a low hover just above the ground for the rest of her passengers to climb in.

Leaving the still well-armed gunship, Mike ran towards the waiting Airwolf, instinctively ducking as gunfire continued to ring out around him, an explosion in front of him sending him sprawling back through the air several feet. He landed roughly on the once-green lawn and gasped for breath slightly stunned, wondering if he even had a chance. He was already exhausted and every muscle in his body constantly reminded him of it. He had a good chance of being mowed down before he made it within ten feet of Airwolf, but still, he had to try. What did he have to loose that he wouldn't loose anyway?

He climbed to his feet and staggered forward a few steps before catching his balance and gaining a little momentum. Slowly the world around faded, his sole goal being making it back to Airwolf. When he made it, two hands helped him in as Caitlin brought them up higher, sending out one final missile, it's target the Phoenix. The gunship, loaded heavy with ammunition, exploded upon impact, greedy flames eating up anything left in the vicinity as remaining parts of the compound crumbled with the rest of the burning heap.

"What a waste, Amaya really could have done some good if she'd set her mind to it, and the Phoenix..."

"I always liked the Lady better anyway," Mike joked good humoredly ," she has more personality. Although, I think I'm out of a job."

"Who has time for a job?" Saint John joined in, "you have a full time job keeping us out of trouble."