It hadn't taken Airwolf long to catch up with the Flybirds plane. It took them slightly longer to convince them that returning to Gilligan airfield was the best option open to them. Hawke had gotten impatient with Saint John trying to talk them down and had blown up an abandoned building. It had made their point. The plane had turned back for Gilligan. They watched as it had landed on the airstrip below and was immediately surrounded by Michael's agents.

Hawke landed Airwolf and marched out towards the four men who were lined up on their knees outside the plane. Michael was holding a gun on them, along with the DEA agents. Hawke didn't wait. He grabbed the first guy and slammed him against the plane. Sander went to stop him and found Saint John in his face.

'You're going to tell me where my sister is.' Hawke said in a quiet expressionless voice.

The guy swallowed hard. 'We don't know. We never saw her. That's the honest truth.'

'She saw you shoot a man.' Michael said contradicting them. 'We have you on tape.'

All the men seemed surprised.

'She did?' The guy Hawke was holding shook his head. 'We didn't see her. We didn't even know anyone was on the other side of the strip until we saw the cop car arrive.'

'Check the plane.' Hawke said.

Saint John climbed into the plane and emerged a few minutes later. 'There's a body in the back.'

Hawke's eyes widened and met his brother's fearfully.

Saint John's hand landed on his shoulder. 'It's Agent Willis. There's no-one else back there.'

'I'm telling you, man.' The guy who Hawke continued to hold pleaded with them. 'That girl going missing? It wasn't us.'

'He's telling the truth.' Another of them said.

Hawke released the guy he held and stepped back. He scowled at Sander. 'They're all yours.'

'You're letting them take them?' Jo asked surprised as the DEA agents led the men away leaving Hawke stood by the plane with Michael and his brother.

'I don't think they know anything.' Hawke admitted. He rubbed his hand over his face. The long night was beginning to take its toll. 'We're missing something.'

'That's what Caitlin said.' Michael sighed.

Hawke looked around and realised for the first time she wasn't present. 'Where is Caitlin?'

'One of the pictures picked up on a couple of heat signatures in a remote location. She went to check it out.' Michael explained adjusting his glasses.

'On her own?' Hawke asked incredulous.

'No.' Michael denied feeling a tad defensive under Hawke's accusing stare. 'Mike went with her.'

'What were the coordinates?' Hawke asked brusquely.

'Mike can back-up just fine, String.' Saint John said exasperated.

Hawke ignored him focusing on Michael. 'Get me the coordinates.' He was already starting to walk back to Airwolf.

'You don't need to go checking up on him.' Saint John said following him; Jo following them both.

Hawke opened Airwolf's door and turned to his brother. 'This has nothing to do with Mike.'

'Oh really?' Saint John said sceptically.

'Saint John, Cait has a nose for trouble and she has good instincts about this type of thing.' Hawke waved at the melee around them. 'If she came to the same conclusion that we were missing something and decided this was worth checking out…'

'Then it's really worth checking out.' Jo concluded.

'What are we waiting for?' Saint John asked. 'Let's go.'