His beach house was one of the few places that Antonio Cordelli felt safe. Set into the very rock of the cliff face, it was a veritable fortress. One steep road leading up, one steep staircase leading down to a small rocky beach; fantastic views of anything approaching for miles. It took Airwolf and Hawke five minutes to determine the weakness: the roof of the house was completely unguarded and a helicopter descending from a high altitude could land on top of it. In a normal helicopter, the beating of the rotors might have given the presence of the machine away; Airwolf was no ordinary helicopter.

Hawke silently made his way into the house. A cursory inspection detected an alarm system that Airwolf easily neutralised. Cordelli was dining and Hawke figured it would be a good move to re-enact their last meeting. It would be private and it wouldn't alert any of the large muscular bodyguards that Cordelli usually kept with him. He made his way to the mobster's study and waited. He'd timed it perfectly; the door opened and light spilled in from the corridor before the dark shapeless form of Cordelli dismissed his body-guards before closing the door.

Hawke didn't wait; he snapped on the small lamp beside him; Cordelli visibly jumped.

Antonio recovered quickly, his eyes glancing off the gun pointed at him. 'Stringfellow Hawke.' He walked over to his drinks cabinet. 'I believed our business concluded.'

'Somebody wants it reopened.' Hawke said quietly.

Antonio turned in surprise. He frowned and lifted the heavy crystal decanter. 'May I offer you something?'

'Answers.' Hawke shot back. 'Who would want me to eliminate you?'

Antonio laughed and poured himself a large whiskey. 'I have many enemies, Hawke.'

'And I need you to name one.' Hawke debated for a moment. 'Somebody kidnapped my sister today and they were expecting me to blame you.'

'Tell me more.' Antonio encouraged as he sat down.

'Intelligent boss; inferior crew.' Hawke said succinctly. 'They screwed up with the look-out point and with the grab.'

'How many in the crew?' Antonio asked politely. He took a sip of his drink.

Hawke's eyes narrowed. 'Four including the driver.'

Antonio swirled his drink. 'It sounds like Val's crew.'

'Val?' Hawke pressed.

'Val Andrews.' Antonio's dark eyes met Hawke's. 'I believe you were acquainted with his ex-business partner, John Bradford Horn and of course the daughter they shared, Angelica.'

Hawke raised his eyebrows. 'I've heard of him.'

'It would be out of character.' Antonio commented, fingering his tie. 'Val is usually smart enough to stay neutral.'

'Looks like he picked a side.' Hawke said and stood up.

'If Val has picked a side, your sister has already been handed over to whoever is really behind this.' Antonio said as Hawke crossed the room to the window.

Hawke paused and turned to look at Antonio questioningly.

'Val always works for someone.' Antonio expanded.

Hawke nodded. 'Thanks for the information.' He climbed out of the window leaving a pensive Antonio. It didn't take him long to climb up the trellis to the roof. Airwolf descended quickly and he climbed aboard.

'Well?' Saint John demanded.

'Airwolf, display any current information about the whereabouts of Val Andrews.'

Working.

'Why is that name familiar?' Jo asked out loud.

'He was Angelica Horn's natural father.' Hawke reminded her.

Saint John glanced over at his brother. 'Cordelli gave him up?'

'Yeah.' Hawke responded, staring impatiently at the monitor.

'Are we sure he wasn't just spinning a line?' Saint John checked as he banked left.

'He was shocked to see me.' Hawke said. 'I'm certain he isn't behind it.'

'Then who is?' Saint John asked. 'This Val Andrews guy?'

'Cordelli thinks he's working for someone else.' Hawke said.

'Maybe another Cordelli.' Saint John suggested dryly. 'Antonio may not be behind this but it could be someone else in the family trying to get revenge for Giovanni.'

'Could be.' Hawke allowed.

'But you don't think so.' Jo stated assuredly.

Hawke glanced over his shoulder at her sat at the engineer's console. 'No, I don't think so.' His gaze slid back to the front. 'Giovanni was the wild card; the others pretty much follow Antonio.'

Current LA address for Val Andrews is 141 Echo Avenue. Plotting course.

'Thanks, Airwolf.' Hawke muttered. He nodded at Saint John who guided the aircraft forward.

'You know that's pretty creepy.' Saint John said.

'What?' Hawke asked, folding his arms.

'This whole intelligence thing.' Saint John shifted in his seat. 'Don't you worry she's just going to take control?'

Hawke's lips twitched. 'No,' he said, 'but then she likes me.'

'Funny.' Saint John said. 'ETA five minutes.'

Jo tapped in a long range scan. 'Do we have a plan?'

'Put the fear of God into him and make him tell us what's happened to Sarah and Mike.' Hawke said.

'Well, that's thought out.' Jo muttered. 'We can't just go storming in there.'

Saint John and Hawke exchanged a knowing and amused look. Jo rolled her eyes. Her eyes snapped to the monitor.

'Uh…guys?' Jo hit the identification scan. 'We have a bird in the air leaving that location. It's souped up with sidewinders.'

'He's running.' Hawke glowered. He looked over at Saint John. 'I'll take over.'

Saint John sighed but Airwolf was Hawke's baby; he relinquished the controls.

'Combat mode. Turbos.' Hawke ordered.

'Combat mode.' Jo confirmed, hitting the button; the snick of the missile pods and the deployment of the chain guns was barely audible in the cockpit. 'Turbos.'

Hawke hit the turbos and Airwolf jumped forward. They easily caught up with the fleeing helicopter, coming up alongside it.

Saint John connected the communications. 'Andrews, this is Airwolf. Set your chopper on the ground.'

The helicopter veered away from them.

'Missile.' Jo snapped.

'Sunburst.' Hawke ordered as he evaded the missile easily. There was an explosion behind as the sunburst caught the missile.

'He's got another one off at us.' The faint tremor in Jo's voice gave away her excitement and nervousness.

Hawke pulled up sharply and hit the turbos again; he executed a perfect hammerhead stall and dived back to the meet the oncoming missile; at the last moment he fired a missile himself and the two collided as Hawke turned Airwolf away. He caught up with the helicopter and zipped by it at mach speed. Andrew's helicopter rocked ominously in the air.

'Easy.' Saint John said nervously. 'We want him alive.'

Hawke's only response was a slight tightening of his eyes as he turned Airwolf and repeated the manoeuvre. He did it again. The pilot of the other chopper was forced to descend and the helicopter hit the ground with a bump. A man immediately got out and started running. Hawke swung Airwolf in front of the runner who cringed around a briefcase he had carried with him. Hawke held her steady; her rotors beating sending dirt and debris up from the ground into Val Andrews's eyes; the Lady's nose almost touching him.

Andrews fell to his knees. 'Please. Please.' He held up a hand in surrender.

Hawke set the Lady down and Saint John jumped out to cover Andrews with a gun.

'Keep an eye on things, Jo. Let us know if we're going to be surprised.' Hawke muttered as he followed his brother.

The two brothers exchanged a quick look. Saint John ran over to check the pilot of Andrews's chopper; he dragged him out and knocked him out. The pilot fell to the grass. Saint John returned to Hawke and the snivelling Andrews, who was still on his knees in front of Airwolf.

'This wasn't my idea!' Andrews said quickly. 'I swear! He made me do it.'

'Who made you do it?' Saint John asked, keeping his gun pointed steadily at Andrews.

Andrews pressed his lips together and shook his head. 'I can't tell you. He'll kill me.'

'You don't tell us and we'll kill you.' Saint John said coldly.

'Look, I never wanted to get involved.' Andrews looked from one brother to the other, his green eyes beseeching them and finding only hard determination looking back at him. 'It's all Giovanni's fault. He just couldn't stop himself from using Matt's name and then Matt found out and this whole thing has been blown way out of proportion…'

Hawke's quick mind was putting the pieces together; his jaw clenched. 'Matt Sterling. You're saying Matt Sterling's behind this?'

Andrews nodded and visibly gulped; his Adam's apple working in his scrawny neck. ' Sterling found out how Giovanni had pretended to be him.' He gestured at Airwolf weakly. 'He found out about that. He figured he could do what Giovanni had failed to do and because you would blame the Cordelli's…'

'He would get his revenge for being used in Giovanni's scheme.' Saint John concluded.

'Where's our sister?' Hawke asked tersely.

'I don't know.'

Saint John and Hawke exchanged a look and Saint John lashed out, catching Andrews on the jaw. The mobster fell to the ground before he righted himself a little. 'I honestly don't know!'

'You know something.' Hawke pointed out with cold logic. 'They're your crew.'

'They were supposed to hand her over tonight.' Andrews admitted. 'A motel on the coastal highway…the Pebble something. That's all I know. I swear.' He looked down at the ground. 'Sterling didn't trust me with anything else.'

'That I can believe.' Saint John said.

Hawke nodded at him.

Saint John brought his gun down on the back of Andrews head. Andrews slumped forward unconscious.

The brothers got back into Airwolf. Hawke adjusted his helmet and started her up. A moment later, they were airborne.

'So now what?' Jo demanded.

'Now we find this Pebble motel and find Sarah and Mike.' Saint John replied when Hawke didn't respond. 'Run a search on all motels on the highway with pebble in the name.'

'Right.' Jo tapped the instructions into Airwolf. 'There are three.'

'So we should check them all out.' Saint John suggested.

'No.' Hawke started sightlessly out at the blue sky. 'Something's not right.'

Saint John looked at his brother with a frown. 'What do you mean?'

'Sterling's a shark.' Hawke stated. 'He's much more intelligent than Giovanni.'

'So?' Saint John demanded impatiently.

'So, Sterling knew that if he used Andrews to make the grab, we would work it out and come after Andrews.' Hawke said.

'You think he planted the information.' Jo realised.

Hawke glanced over at Saint John who sighed in despondent agreement. 'Then what?'

'The motel is either a trap or misdirection.' Hawke rolled his shoulders as he considered the options. 'Sterling thinks he can do what Cordelli failed to…'

'Get his hands on Airwolf.' Saint John added.

'Yeah…' Hawke nodded thoughtfully. 'He knows I'd work out he'd planted the information about the motel.'

'A trap then,' Saint John said, 'since we have no other leads.'

'Maybe.' Hawke said.

The incoming communication alarm sounded.

'Maybe not.' Hawke added dryly.

Jo responded to the summons and Michael's face appeared in the video monitor.

'Hawke.' Michael leaned forward excitedly. 'Sebastian managed to track down the identity of the third party trying to find your family…'

'Matt Sterling.' Hawke interjected.

Michael glared at him. 'You know that's very annoying.'

'Sterling used Val Andrews to make the grab.' Hawke explained. 'Andrews gave up a location; a motel on the coast with pebble in the name.'

'A trap?' Michael suggested, his fingers tapping restlessly on the top of the desk.

'We think so.' Saint John said. 'Which doesn't get us much closer to finding out where Sarah and Mike are.'

'What are your intentions?' Michael asked soberly.

Hawke's blue eyes gleamed suddenly and Michael knew Sterling had just lost the battle.

'I have a plan.' Hawke said.