It hadn't taken long for Mike and Saint John to make it to the room pictured in the video. They burst in – one aiming high and the other low. An empty bed stared back at them. They checked out the adjoining bathroom; empty. Any sign that Moffett, or anyone, had been in the room had been erased.
'They've moved him.' Saint John said. He kicked the bed and glared at it, disgusted by their lack of forethought at the eventuality.
'That's not our only problem.' Mike gestured at the barred window and the two men hurried over to stare at Airwolf as she rapidly disappeared into the blue sky.
Saint John couldn't believe what he was seeing; his brother was leaving them? He felt Mike's hand on his shoulder and turned to look at him, an apology hovering on his lips.
Mike shook his head before Saint John could say anything. 'It's not him flying, Saint John. It's not his style.'
Saint John made the mental leap. 'Moffett must have gained some kind of remote control.'
'That would be my guess.' Mike nodded.
'We have to get out of here. Go after them.' Saint John turned and stilled. Russian soldiers filled the doorway; rifles pointed at the two pilots. They could see the corridor was filled with more soldiers; there was no way out.
'Drop your weapons!' One of them yelled in heavily accented English.
Saint John and Mike looked at one another. They were trapped. They both gingerly lowered their guns onto the bed in front of them and followed the instructions to step away and get to their knees. They looked up at the approaching Russian commander. He was a tall thin man with dark wavy hair, cold black eyes and thin lips. The name stitched into his uniform was Rashov.
'Well, well, well.' Rashov smiled nastily. 'Welcome to Russia. I think you'll find your stay distinctly unpleasant.' He gestured for his men. 'Take them to the basement and prepare them for transport.'
Saint John exchanged another look with Mike; the two of them trapped and about to be transported who knew where; String, Caitlin and Airwolf were in the hands of Moffett; it didn't look good for any of them.
