Hawke's grip tightened on his gun and he peeked around the corner. His steely blue gaze scanned the sky above as his ears caught the sound of Airwolf's turbine engines.

'About time.' He muttered. He tensed at a sound behind him and he whirled his weapon ready.

Saint John held up a hand. 'It's me.' He said in a stage-whisper.

Hawke lowered the gun. 'Michael's been held in a room on the second floor. I figure there are four guards patrolling the grounds, three on each floor and Terrence brought another two goons with him.'

'He's here?' Saint John asked.

'Arrived about ten minutes ago.' Hawke said worriedly.

'Well, I guess we shouldn't wait.' Saint John said. 'Did you register all that Airwolf?'

'Confirmed. We'll take care of the patrols. Just give us the signal.' Mike said confidently.

Saint John nodded at Hawke who quickly opened the door to the building and slipped inside.

The brothers made their way up the stairwell to the second floor. Hawke peeked out of the door and indicated for Saint John to precede him into the corridor whilst he provided cover. They made their way down the corridor in the same way until Hawke stood at the corner. He crouched down and took a look.

Two men, he hand-signalled to his brother.

Saint John nodded and indicated for him to go low; he'd go high – on a count of three. 'Now, Mike.' He whispered into his radio.

The scream of the Airwolf engines shattered the silence of the building as the brothers took out the guards. They took positions on either side of the door and as it was wrenched open as the occupants came out to see what was happening, Hawke brought his gun down on the head of the first man; Saint John tackled the second. He went sprawling into the corridor with the six foot muscle man.

'Go!' He yelled at his brother.

Hawke flung himself into the room. He shot the man lining up to shoot Michael without hesitation.

Michael stared at Hawke. 'Your timing is impeccable.'

'Yeah.' Hawke said as he hurried over to untie Michael from the chair. 'Can you walk?'

'I can.' Michael got up, swayed and Hawke steadied him. 'I'm good.' He said.

'Yeah.' Hawke let him go again. There was a crash outside the room. 'I'd better…'

'Go.' Michael gestured for him to leave as he stooped and picked up Terrence's gun. He looked at the dead man. His eye fell on the torture instruments lined up neatly on a side table and shuddered. The shots from the corridor caught his attention and he staggered to the doorway. He slumped against it whilst he took in what was happening. The brothers were pressed against the wall at one end of the corridor whilst another two guards at the other end of the corridor shot at them. It was difficult for them to shoot without exposing their position; Michael had no such trouble. He aimed and fired at the shooters. The corridor fell silent.

Saint John looked back at him in surprise. 'Thanks.'

Michael nodded. 'Shouldn't we get out of here?'

'Good idea.' Hawke said. 'Stairs are that way. We'll take Terrence's car.'

The chatter of Airwolf's chain guns outside followed them down the stairs and apart from one guard that Saint John knocked out, they didn't meet any resistance until they left the building.

A barrage of automatic gunfire hit the ground in front of them. All three men took refuge behind the car.

'Mike, we need you.' Saint John said.

Hawke took a quick look over the car before crouching down again. 'There are two guards at that small wall across the lawn. If I take them out, we should be OK to move.'

'Mike will be here in a minute.' Saint John reassured him.

'We should wait for support.' Michael agreed.

Hawke frowned and went to shoot. Michael saw the movement of another guard across the front lawn in a different position. He grabbed Hawke's jacket and pulled the pilot down as the bullet slammed into the side mirror where his head had just been.

Hawke glanced up at the shattered mirror. 'Maybe we should wait, huh?'

Saint John let a shaky breath and his gaze met Michael's with reluctant admiration. 'Good save.'

Airwolf howled overhead and the rattle of her chain-guns took out the shooters around them.

'You're clear.' Mike said. He brought Airwolf to a hover above the car giving them cover.

Hawke gestured at Airwolf and then at his brother. 'You should head back with them.'

'I should stay with you guys.' Saint John said.

'We'll be fine now.' Hawke said and pulled his brother in for a quick hug. 'Thanks for the back-up.'

Michael offered his hand to Saint John as Hawke released him. 'Yes, thank you.'

Saint John shook it firmly. 'See you on the other coast.'

Hawke and Michael got in the car and pulled away as Airwolf landed to take Saint John back on board.

'Where are we going?' Michael asked as he realised Hawke was heading away from the city. Not that he minded; he could get someone at the office to deal with the hotels.

'We have a flight to catch.' Hawke said with a grin. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief. 'I think we can beat them back to LA.'

Michael looked at him stunned. 'You brought the new Airwolf?'

Hawke nodded.

'But she hasn't been tested yet!' Michael yelled.

Hawke glanced across the car. 'It's good to have you back, Michael.' He said dryly.

Michael subsided into his seat and shifted, trying to ease his bruised muscles. 'Hawke.'

'Yeah?'

'Thanks.'

Hawke was smiling as he made the turn to the airfield.