At Mark's signal, Princess ordered the robot to move, and they joined him at the entrance.

"I've taken out the guard," he said softly, "so getting in should be no problem."

"Now we just have to find the cell and the control room"

"Jason's signals said that he thought the cell was somewhere in the centre, so the control room should be close by," said Mark. He looked at the robot. "Follow us closely, " he ordered.

They slipped inside the base, making sure that they kept to the shadows, working their way towards the centre of the complex.

Mark scouted ahead, and took out all the guards that he found, until they discovered the trap that Tiny had been sure was there.

He blamed himself – he had been a little cocky and had blundered into it, and the falling net would have trapped him, except that one of the ropes holding it was severed neatly in two by a feather dart. He looked at the Condor standing at the entrance and nodded. At this point, he didn't care whether the uniform contained either Jason or Princess – the most important thing was that they were there, covering his back.

They were both expecting the sudden appearance of guards and Princess joined him in the centre of the room. "Get ready, " murmured Mark.

Princess nodded, making sure that she kept a few feet away from Mark, hoping that perspective would make her appear taller than she was.

As expected, the first shot was fired, and the two swung into action, weapons flying as they worked to destroy the resistance. Princess was quite amused at the reaction she was having from them. Cries of "Condor" echoed as she struck, and she was surprised at the sheer numbers who just threw down their guns and ran away.

Mark wasn't.

"I'm the Commander! Why don't they do that with me?"

"Probably because they know that you may just be merciful if you get them, Mark. They've learnt that Jason won't."

"Seems I'd better change my tactics."

Princess shrugged. "I'm more interested in finding this control room, Mark. Where do you think we should start looking?"

Mark looked around the room and suddenly grinned and pointed. "You are not gonna believe this," he said. Princess looked where he was pointing and was dumbfounded.

"A map? Just how dumb are these guys?"

A map it was, nicely set out with the cell area shown clearly, as well as the cell control area.

"Well, we know this isn't a base, now. From the looks of this, it seems to be a prison," said Mark.

"I suppose they have to keep the people they take prisoner somewhere," agreed Princess, "but it makes our job almost too easy."

"Trap?" asked Mark. They looked at each other. "No," he mused, "they've already tried that. Perhaps it really is what it seems."

"Don't count on it," snorted Princess. "I'm starting to agree with Tiny on this. It's all just too easy."

"Or is it?"

"Mark, you're doing it again."

"No, listen. We've found them. We've sprung the trap. They think they've got the G2. They know we'll come after him. We didn't. Anderson was right to make us wait. Zoltar's last message was desperate. He's confused. We've changed our tactics, and that throws everything out."

Princess was nodding. "And now, Zoltar's seen a full G-Force team, so he has to be wondering how valuable his prisoner is."

"Right. Jason's really in danger, now. If Zoltar thinks he's useless, then he'll kill him. "

"But Zoltar knows we're coming after the prisoner, so could have set up a trap. Still too easy."

Mark checked the map and started to move off, "We can't argue logic here all day. Somebody's bound to come along. Let's just be on our guard."

Princess nodded and moved away from Mark, her hand already holding a few feathers. Mark looked at her. "Be careful."

"I'm always careful, Mark," and she slipped into the shadows. Mark did the same on the opposite side of the corridor and the pair made their way towards the cell complex, only stopping to dispose of the bodies.

Princess grunted as she moved a larger than normal goon – or at least tried to. A feather dart pierced his throat, and she smiled gratefully at Mark as he came to help.

"You OK?" he asked, seeing her strain.

She nodded. "Only a problem when they have fat goons."

"Don't try to do it all yourself. Please." His voice was softer than normal, tone gentle and she saw the worry in his eyes and smiled at him.

"If I need help, I'll ask," she reassured. "Stop worrying," and she was off again, the darker colours of her uniform making her progress invisible. He followed, filled pride and awe at her skills.

This was the woman the team needed. This confident, capable woman. Not that she wasn't always good, but everything about her was more confident now. If only she didn't try too hard – which was her one besetting fault. He couldn't afford that on this mission.

He was still pondering when he caught up with her at the doorway to the cells.

"Well?" he asked.

"Only three guards, and a central console. Two doors, this one and one that appears to lead into the cell area. I think that the only way in or out is through here, and then through that console area. Mark, this whole setup looks familiar. I know I've seen the layout before, but I can't place where."

"Is it important?"

"It might be. If I can only work out where I've seen it before, then I'll know why it's screaming trap at me."

"No time. Let's get in and loop that footage, then do the switch."

She nodded, still perturbed about the layout. It was familiar. Too familiar, and she knew that there was something important that she should be remembering about it. She followed Mark into the area, efficiently taking care of one of the guards, leaving Mark to deal with the others as she started to access the camera console.

"Found it," she said, and started to work to loop some footage. "It's helpful as it's all digital," she explained. "No messing around with tape." A pause. "Done. I've managed to get sixty seconds, Mark."

"Start running it, and let's go and get Jason," he ordered. He looked at the robot with them. "Come," he said curtly and they sprinted through the far door.

Jason's cell wasn't hard to find, and Princess worried even more about the layout. A dead-end corridor lined with cell doors. The only way out the way they had come in.

Nowhere to hide. No cover. She looked at Mark whose eyes were darting everywhere. She knew that he now agreed with her. Both of their senses were screaming "trap", but they were committed now.

"I'm going to blast the door open, Princess," he said curtly.

"No! Let's try something else. We need that door intact." She moved forward fumbling with the Condor's belt. "The Condor seems to carry some rather unusual equipment," she said smiling and holding up the lock pick.

"Do you know how to use it?" asked Mark, intrigued. She nodded and knelt at the door, delicately probing the lock.

It didn't work. She paused and made an annoyed sound that made Mark think of an angry kitten. He smiled to himself. Never, ever make that comment to her, he noted. "Problem?"

"No problem," she said shortly and tried again. The lock was big, she realised, and the pick was too delicate. She just had to move it around more. She tried, this time using a different angle and was rewarded with a loud click. Success!

She stood and grinned at her commander as the door opened.

Jason stood on the other side and his mouth dropped open at the Eagle and the Condor grinning at each other.

He leaned against the door and grinned himself. This was just too good an opportunity to pass up. It would also give them some information.

He looked deliberately at Princess, allowing his eyes to travel up and down the slender form.

"Aren't you a little short to be a Condor?" he asked.