Port Charles

"Dodge? Jig's up. Time to let Robert catch you and when you do just tell him Anna's gone black." Not twenty minutes later came the call he knew he would get.

"Spencer? How many?"

"Two and counting, Slick. Helena and Jerry both turned up dead. McBain picked up some chatter and must have shared."

"You're sure she's responsible?"

"Double shot. Gut and then clean between the eyes. There's only one person who could get close enough to kill these two and still have the confidence and the anger to play with her prey before dispatching it. Robin's a powerful motivator, and this time the boys up stairs played Anna Devane from the wrong angle."

"Damn it, Spencer. How the hell am I supposed to keep the WSB off of her? Frisco may be heading things up now, but he's not even he's going to be able to keep her alive. They've probably already reinstated the black box. They may not be able to claim treason, but she's still an agent gone rogue for personal reasons. They'll argue that with her training, she's too dangerous to leave alive if she's gone off the handle."

"I don't think it's Slim we have to worry about. You best get to Frisco and tell him that past allegiances aren't going to keep her from gunning him down if she feels cornered, whatever deal he made with the Devil, he better find a way out of it and get Robin released. His only hope is if the WSB is no where to be found when Anna finds Robin, and tell English to run. Tell her to go to our spot and wait for me there. Thanks for covering her old friend, but her only hope now is to go underground. Anna's going to understand with time that Holly was trying to save Ethan, but right now the anger is burning too hot."

"Message received."

"Good luck, old friend."

"Same to you Spence. We're both going to need it."

Caracas, Venezuela

Cesar Faison was roused from his sleep by the distinct feeling of someone watching him. He had to wonder how his senses had missed their entrance. He had no more finished the thought when he realized two things: he knew who this someone was and he could not move from the neck down. Best guess was a paralytic in his nightly tea; it was refreshing to know that Anna had not lost her touch over the years, "Hello, my love. I wondered how long it would before you came to me."

"Where is she?," Anna seethed, bending over until she was inches from his face in a move that would have been sensuous had it not been done in a manner that barely concealed her cold fury.

The venom in her voice broke his heart. He instantly knew that this time he'd miscalculated. Anna the woman was not the child he'd once manipulated. He'd always blamed Scorpio for that change, but now he realized that his role in the matter was much different than he'd assumed. Scorpio was indeed responsible for the shift in his Anna, but more than her love for him it had been Scorpio's gift to her of a child that had sealed his fate. Scorpio had made Anna a mother, and Anna the mother would be his reckoning. He felt the familiar weight of a gold coin slip through the top of his silk night shirt and the unfamiliar weight of tears, and decided that his last act on Earth would be one of love, "Talk to Jones." This time Anna did not leave his fate to others, and this time there were no tears on her part. Cesar Faison closed his eyes thankful that at the very least he did not have to continue on in a world where his fantasy had shattered, and with a single bullet became the third casualty of Anna's vengeance.

WSB Safe House – Paris, France

Robin found that fear on Frisco's face was refreshing as was the nervousness on her father's face. She wasn't sure which revelation had hurt more that Frisco was holding her or seeing her father walk through the doors a week after her captivity started and realizing that he knew all along. They had both explained their motivations to her. They'd spun her quite the story involving Cesar Faison and how everyone's safety depended on the world thinking that Robin Scorpio was dead for now. She'd railed against them. She'd pleaded. She'd begged them not to put Emma through the pain she'd know as a child. Not to put her mother through burying another child. She'd screamed at her father asking him if he'd ever really loved her mother, and laughed at him when he claimed he was going along with this because he loved them. After Duke's baby and Leora, how could letting her mother think that she too was dead be any considered love? Then she'd turned to Frisco and asked him how it was that after what happened with Georgie, that after watching Felicia suffer, he could turn around and put another parent through the same pain unnecessarily. Their claims of the greater good fell flat, she wondered if they'd feel the same way when they had to face her mother. She'd always done her best to ignore her mother's dark side, but now as a mother herself she understood. She was the reason her mother had tried so hard for so many years to walk the straight and narrow. You always wanted your child to be proud of you, but at the same time having a child made you capable of anything. When Lisa had taken Emma, Robin had found that in the moment she'd have done things that she'd have sworn she'd never do prior to a cold November day almost four years prior if it meant saving Emma. It was that same willingness to do anything that found her willing to overlook what she knew would be happening the moment her mother walked through the door, but then she thought of Maxie and of Felicia and compassion won out, "Leave, Frisco. Go get Felicia and take off. This is a one time offer. We both know what is going to happen if Mom gets here and realizes that you had anything to do with this even if it was just in terms of containing me, but don't come back. You betrayed me by partaking in this, but worse you hurt my friends, my uncle, my husband, my mother, and my daughter by letting them think I was dead. You even hurt your own daughter. I won't save you from her twice, and when the words 'black box' come up, which I know they will, remember what you owe her and what you owe me." The defeat in his eyes as he realized what the WSB had turned him into almost made her feel bad for him, and she was glad when he took her up on his offer and walked away.

"That was nice of you sweetheart."

"Don't call me that, she loves you so much Dad. Not only did you let her think I was dead, but you left her to grieve on her own and let her believe that Ethan was your son. You let her mourn the only child she had left while simultaneously flaunting in her face that you still had a child. Her heart's going to shatter and this time I don't know if there will be any way to put it back together again. Now let's go. We need to find her before she does something stupid. She's in a hell of a lot of pain, and rational thinking isn't going to be her forte," Robin was interrupted by the ring of a telephone.

"Scorpio. Okay, got it. We'll catch the first flight. Thanks, Spence, and I'm sorry for what's about to come down on us. I know you two have become close friends," Robert hung up and turned to Robin, "The Haunted Star. Your mother tracked down Faison. Before he died, he told her to find Frisco. She called Luke to find me in hopes of speeding up the contact. She's on her way from Caracas right now, so we best leave now if we're going to catch her."