Saint John shifted position trying to ease the cramp in his left leg. The floor of the Lair was rock; hard, uncomfortable and dusty. He adjusted his hold on his nephew careful not to disturb the sleeping baby. They had been sat on the floor of the Lair for a long time. Their captors hadn't bothered to speak with them again and demands to know what was going on had been met with another threat to harm one of them. He sighed.

Mike pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his arms lightly on them. 'You thinking missile compartment?' He murmured in a low voice, his green eyes intent on the two men by the platform.

'Only explanation.' Saint John replied knowing his friend was referring to where Caitlin had disappeared to.

'I don't see how it helps.' Jo whispered.

'It's an advantage.' Saint John pointed out, his hazel eyes sliding to Jo's worried blue gaze.

'And any advantage is a good one.' Mike quipped.

'How do you think they found us?' Jo wondered out loud rubbing her arms. The Lair wasn't a warm place to be in winter and she was starting to feel the bite of the cold through the thin Airwolf uniform.

'Locke.' Saint John said.

'No.' Jo automatically denied it. 'He would never have given us up.'

'Not willingly, no.' Saint John allowed.

Mike's face grew grave. 'So they have him.'

'Or had him.' Saint John regretted saying the words when he saw Jo flinch. For all her intelligence work and experiences with Airwolf, she hadn't developed the hard shell that Locke had, Saint John's cynicism or Mike's military detachment. He reached over and squeezed her hand apologetically. 'But let's think positive, huh.'

Jo nodded and ignored the press of tears at the back of her eyes.

'They're obviously keeping him somewhere else.' Mike noted.

'So there's more of them than just this team here.' Jo surmised. She removed the band restraining her hair in a ponytail and shook it free.

'Anybody else think it's unusual that we're still alive?' Mike commented quietly.

'I hadn't.' Jo said dryly. 'But thanks for bringing it to my attention.'

'They need us to fly Airwolf.' Saint John said. 'But they're not after the Lady.'

'Because this would all be over by now if that's what they wanted.' Mike agreed.

'So, they need us.' Jo sighed. 'I guess that's a good thing.'

'They only need one of us.' Saint John reminded her.

'They'll use the rest of us as leverage?' Mike guessed lifting a hand lazily from his knee. 'You do this or the rest of your team will be killed.'

'Great.' Jo commented rubbing her nose.

'They're obviously waiting for something.' Saint John commented. 'It might buy us some time.' His eyes flickered to Airwolf.

'What are you thinking?' Mike asked.

'See the camera.'

Mike and Jo gave the equipment a quick look.

'It's angled over here.' Jo noted.

Saint John nodded. 'It moved position a while back.' He patted Nicky almost absently.

'Caitlin's using the surveillance systems to check on us.' Mike said softly.

'And if she can use the surveillance systems then I'm thinking it's likely that she's got access to communications and has alerted my brother to what's going on.'

'So we're going to get rescued?' Jo's eyes brightened.

'We should try and help String and Caitlin as much as possible though.' Saint John said thoughtfully.

Mike's green eyes narrowed on Saint John. 'You have a plan?'

'Maybe.' Saint John admitted.

'Does it involve me getting shot at?' Mike asked suspiciously.

Amusement flitted in and out of Saint John's eyes briefly. 'Maybe.'

Mike sighed. 'I knew it.'