Saint John adjusted the course and rolled his shoulders.

'Want me to take over?' Mike Rivers offered. His hands were itching to take over the stick.

'I'm good.' Saint John said. 'How're the systems looking back there, Jo?'

'Everything's in the green.' Jo sighed. 'I don't know half of what Hawke and Caitlin did before you all went to Russia after Moffett but she's been acting great since.'

'Maybe we should ask them to come in and do a regular service.' Mike suggested with a smile.

'Might not be a bad idea.' Jo said. 'Although I'd prefer it if they just showed us what they did.' Her fingers tapped the console. 'I think I might discuss it with Caitlin.'

Mike's green eyes glanced back across the cockpit at Saint John's stern profile and sighed. 'Jason will get over it, Saint John.'

The older pilot didn't reply although he heard Mike's words. He knew Mike was worried about the exchange of harsh words that had taken place over his taking Airwolf to back up his brother…

'Where are you going?'

Saint John turned at the sound of Locke's voice. The other agent walked further into the Lair with Mike at his side.

Mike frowned at the sight of Saint John and Jo all kitted out in the lilac Airwolf uniforms. 'What's going on guys?'

Jo looked at Saint John. The tall pilot brushed a hand through his light brown hair and met Locke's dark gaze firmly with his own hazel eyes. 'We're heading to Washington.'

'What for?' Locke asked confused. 'We're on standby.'

'Did you hear Archangel went missing?' Saint John asked.

'I heard.' Locke admitted.

'My brother's gone to Washington to look for him.' Saint John said. 'I'm going to give him some back-up.'

'Saint John, I received orders for us to stay well away from it. The Company thinks it could be an attempt to take Airwolf.' Locke said.

Saint John shook his head. 'I'm going.'

'No you're not.' Locke's eyes flashed and he stabbed a finger at Airwolf. 'This helicopter is for official use only.'

Saint John gestured angrily. 'My brother could be walking into trap without any back-up and that's what you've got to say?'

'This isn't about your brother.' Locke retorted.

'Like hell it isn't.' Saint John took an angry step towards Locke and both Jo and Mike reacted.

Jo reached out and snagged Saint John's arm as Mike placed himself between the two men.

'Hey come on guys.' Mike held up his hands. 'Why don't we just talk about this?'

Saint John sighed and he looked Mike regretfully. 'There's nothing to talk about, Mike. I'm going.'

'You take Airwolf and you're off the team.' Locke said furiously.

'Jason…'

'I'm sorry, Mike, but the fact is that Airwolf isn't ours. She belongs to the Company.' Locke scowled. 'The sooner everyone realises that the better.'

'Jason,' Jo pleaded, 'we have to go. String could be in trouble.' Her anxious blue eyes met Mike's beseechingly.

'Jason,' Mike whirled around to face his friend, 'look, I understand where you're coming from, I do but if Hawke is walking into a trap then isn't it more dangerous to have someone with his understanding of Airwolf fall into enemy hands? Even more so than risking Airwolf to give him some back-up?'

Locke's jaw worked furiously. 'Fine.' He said to Saint John. 'But Mike goes too and I want regular updates.'

'Thanks, Jason.' Jo said as Mike hurried off to change.

Locke glanced at Saint John who gave a sharp nod of acknowledgement and turned to get in Airwolf.

Saint John sighed deeply. 'The thing is, Mike, I'm not sure I'm going to get over it. I mean Jason knew what was happening and didn't tell us.'

'Jason only knew Archangel was missing, Saint John, he had no way of knowing your brother had gone after him.'

Saint John grunted.

Mike sighed. He could see both sides but he was more inclined to side with Saint John; the Company could be a little too quick to decide that saving someone's life wasn't worth the risk. Both he and Saint John had military backgrounds where it was ingrained that people weren't left behind if it was humanly possible to save them. He frowned. He knew Saint John's motivations were primarily about backing up his brother but he guessed it was probably one time that the pilot could actually sympathise with Archangel; the Company had written off Saint John once in the same way, had left him without any hope of rescue and with his brother as his only hope.

The beep of an incoming communication broke the silence in the cockpit and Mike answered the summons grateful for the interruption.

He smiled as the video screen filled with the cute face of Caitlin Hawke with the lovely Marella standing over her shoulder. 'Caitlin. Marella. It's great to see you both.'

'You too, Mike.' Caitlin smiled. 'I'm going to patch in Hawke on audio.' She gave a nod to someone off screen. 'Hawke, you with us?'

'I'm here.' Hawke said gruffly.

'Hey, String.' Saint John breathed out deeply. 'What's the latest?'

'I've got a location and a possible perpetrator.' Hawke said bluntly.

'That was quick.' Jo commented.

'I got lucky.' Hawke said. 'Delaney helped me out. Marella, what do you know about a Robin Terrence?'

Marella blinked. 'Ex-MI6. Runs a security firm in Washington DC. He and Michael have some history.'

'What exactly?' Hawke asked.

'Long story. From what I understand, they crossed swords a lot when Michael was a field agent back in the Seventies. But there was an incident back in the early Eighties, Terrence had a reputation for not worrying about giving up other agents if it suited his purposes and we lost an operative on a mission in China. Michael was convinced Terrence was responsible.'

'Which is a good reason for Michael to be pissed at Terrence but not the other way around.' Hawke said. 'What aren't you telling me?'

Marella sighed. 'It's possible that Terrence thinks Michael was responsible for him getting captured in China a few years ago.'

'Was he?' Saint John asked.

'I don't know,' Marella's dark eyes flashed across the video link at the pilot, 'but it's not Michael's usual style.'

'No,' Hawke agreed dryly. Michael usually liked his revenge a little more subtle and a little more final than that.

'You think Terrence has got him.' Caitlin stated.

'I think so.' Hawke said. 'Terrence's firm owns a sanatorium.' He gave them the address. 'I'm going to head there now and do a standard recon. What's your ETA, Airwolf?'

'Forty minutes.' Saint John said.

'I'll find someway to call you in thirty to verify the location.' Hawke said. 'You can come in and provide cover fire whilst I go in and get Michael.'

'Mike can provide cover fire. I can help you on the ground.' Saint John said.

'Negative.' Hawke said.

'You don't know how many men you'll be up against on the ground, String.' Saint John insisted.

'OK.' Hawke gave in. 'There are two entrances. Meet me at the East one.'

'I'll be there.'

'Sounds like we have a plan.' Caitlin said.

'Let's hope it works.' Hawke replied. 'I have to get moving.'

'Good luck.' Marella said. Her eyes glanced back to the Airwolf crew. 'To you all.'