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Anna's Angels: An Angst Filled Liason Story

Prologue

Going Rogue

March 2011

Fiddling with the ear wig in her ear, Eliza Hardy, of the WSB, made for the door of the warehouse that was owned by one demented Anthony Zacchara. Thanks to the help of the once thought dead, but newly trained technical guru and very much alive, Georgie Jones, Eliza knew that she could handle the battle ahead.

Stalking her prey, she walked around the corner on the roof. The tracks indicated there was a sentry nearby, and so did the smell. With her head peaking around the corner, she observed the stalky man who was none-the-wiser to her quick movements. Moving with the inhuman speed, Eliza crept up behind the man and completed a silent kill on him by breaking his neck with ease, despite her slight size. She dropped him quickly to the cold roof top, and crept to the entrance.

"Georgie," she whispered, "The perimeter threat up here has been neutralized any luck with unlocking this door?"

"There's no security on the door, Liz. No alarm should sound, but they do have cameras. They're just not trained on that door. Although, based on what's transpiring on the ground level I would say that you need to hurry up, the hostages don't have much time," Georgie informed her.

"Copy that. I'm going in. If you still pray now would be time," Liz said as she silently made her way into the building. Walking along the narrow scaffolding, she could see the three men and one minor child tied to their chairs. It seemed that Trevor Lansing had finally taken things too far. "Francis," Eliza whispered in horror as she noticed him immediately from her perch. He'd been tied to the chair and beaten. Angry, she took a moment to get her night vision goggles in place.

"Georgie, the Wi-Fi is turned on with the night vision goggles," Liz whispered.

"Copy that, I got you Liz, go dark."

There were three main overhead lights that were illuminating the scene below. A camera was also filming below, and Liz got the impression that this was being filmed on the dark web in real time for all of the Corinthos/Morgan Organization to see based on Georgie's earlier reports.

A masked Trevor Lansing had sprayed the ground with kerosene, "It's time to light him up my friends," Trevor conveyed to the camera taunting his enemies with his actions. "You've messed with our organization for the last time. The lives of your son and your friends will be the forfeit for your actions. Do we have your attention now?" Then he placed a hand on Johnny Zacharra's shoulder who was also bound, beaten and gagged and started saying, "You've even managed to make a traitor out of one of our own. You took our boy and now we're taking yours," Trevor removed his hand from Johnny's left shoulder moved it to a very frightened Michael Corinthos JR.'s shoulder. "Time to burn. Hope you enjoy hell," Trevor finished arrogantly flanked on each side by a henchman.

Greystone Manor

Sonny Corinthos, a mafia don with a napoleon complex and bipolar disorder sat upset as he looked at the big screen TV, which was connected to the feed coming through his computer. He was watching as his most hated enemy placed a hand on his son's shoulder and he was shaking with unadulterated rage. Jason Morgan, his business partner and enforcer was preparing to go do battle, hoping to get there in time. The Zacchara's owned many warehouses, and Damien Spinelli his IT guy was trying to verify just which one was being used for this assault. Samantha McCall, former con artist, former whore, and girlfriend was sitting with them reminding Jason that she would be his backup.

"Sam, I really don't want you there. I don't need the distraction."

Carly was pacing back and forth not saying much. She was in shock and frightened yet again for her son Michael.

"Jaysin please," Sam whined.

"Just stop for now," Jason added. 'God she can be so annoying.'

Jason looked up at the screen as they were being addressed by what he assumed was Trevor Lansing, but didn't know for sure since he was masked. Renaldo, Francis, Johnny Zacchara, and Michael were seated in a straight row and facing the camera.

""Time to burn. Hope you enjoy hell," Trevor said.

It was at that moment that a shot rang out and the man who they assumed was Trevor dropped like an anchor with a single shot to the head, dropping the lighter to the ground. Immediately after shooting Trevor, the lights were shot out leaving the room in total darkness.

The men could be heard organizing and screaming different henchman's names in confusion to thwart the subterfuge taking place.

Without warning from Spinelli, the screen split in two, as it became clear that someone of diminutive stature was utilizing night vision goggles with a Wi-Fi uplink. They were seeing things from this person's perspective.

"What's happening," asked Sonny

"It appears someone's using night vision goggles that has Wi-Fi, meaning we can see through this person's perspective. Let's hope they're on our side."

Sneaking up to the bald man hiding just around the corner from the four hostages, the unknown fighter aimed their Glock with right hand, and positioned tactical knife with their left. 'Whoever this is, is clearly a professional, but do they have what it takes to kill someone right in front of them?' Jason thought.

"Oh my God, this person is going to open fire and get everyone killed Jase. Spinelli, any clue where they are yet?" Carly asked in anguish.

"It's too late now. This person looks like they're going to start without us," Jason said anxious at what was going to play out before him.

It was at that moment the screen became deathly silent, and then as the gun was aimed at the person nearest to whoever was pointing it and the knife, a shot rang out, hitting the man in the head, as he fell to a heap on the ground. Turning around quickly, the unknown person shot the next man in quick succession, followed by yet another person, who was stabbed twice in the chest and then shot. Whoever the fighter was moved at great speed; lining up shots and rarely missing their target.

"Find the lighter," they heard one of the henchmen say. The search was apparently underway. While the fighter was still killing whoever they could left and right. As the fighter made their way around the corner, one of the henchmen found the lighter and lit it under Renaldo. The man let out a scream, and the room started to light up, making the night vision pointless. The fighter dropped their goggles and reloaded their firearm. Coming around the corner, the fighter who remained unseen by the camera set up, fired a shot at one of the henchmen nearest Johnny Zacchara, but missed and was immediately fired upon. Making their way out of the sight of the henchmen the unknown fighter added a strobe light attachment to their Glock and started firing away, hitting everyone they came up against. Coming around the side the fighter yelled out, "No," as they noticed that the fire was starting to make its way toward Francis.

Francis, looked up and said, "Hide, sweet girl." Immediately, recognizing the person trying to save their lives. Realizing their grave error in letting the enemy not only know that they were there, but also showing that Francis meant a lot to them, the fighter decided to move at inhuman speed which was what was required at that moment. Deciding to detach the strobe from the gun and place it on a shelf toward the hostages, that gave the illusion that the henchman were being fired upon, causing them to return fire, completely distracting them in process. While the two remaining henchman fired at the strobe light with their fully automatic weapons, the fighter which appeared female, moved at a speed never seen by human eyes, coming up from behind. She fired two successive shots at each henchman's heads, killing them instantly.

"Does Francis, recognize the person that saved them?" Sonny asked astonished at what he'd seen so far.

"It appears that he does. Called the person 'Sweet Girl," Jason said. He'd heard him call someone that before but for the life of him he couldn't place it.

On the screen, appeared a young woman wearing a blonde wig, and a black eye mask, and an all-black form fitting suit (think Black Widow), which left no curves to the imagination. She was every man's wet dream, and completely lethal.

"That tiny thing saved them?" Sam asked jealous at the other woman's obvious talent, and great body, "Yeah right."

"Somebody's sounds jealous, Sam. Could it be possible that someone's even more ride and die than you? That little thing did the impossible," Carly said. Completely thankful, for the fact this slight woman was a superhero.

"Maybe it's Anna Devane?" Sonny asked.

"Too young," Jason replied. He looked at her face and for some reason it seemed familiar to him though at that moment he couldn't place it. The blonde wig and eye-mask were completely throwing him off, not to mention that body suit that he wouldn't normally notice. Jason was a man, but he was a completely faithful man to whoever he was with at the moment and normally he wouldn't ogle a woman, but this woman was mysterious, lethal and had killer curves to boot despite her small frame.

Spinelli, sat in shock at what played out before him. He was completely awed. He'd always thought his beloved Goddess Samantha was the only woman who was this fierce, but apparently there was someone else out there that had genuine ability, and moved at a pace that should be impossible for a human. He took a screenshot of her partially covered face, determined to reveal her secrets. There was something familiar about her.

Jason just watched as the female fighter put out the fire, and shot Renaldo in the head, ending his agony at having been burned alive. The woman seemed sad to have to do it. Quietly, she moved over to Francis, Johnny and Michael and untied them. Raising her index finger to her mouth she visibly told them to be quiet and follow her out. The men did as instructed.

"Now what?" Carly asked, "Where is she taking them?"

"My guess is she's letting them go. She wouldn't go through all of that to kill them now," Sonny said.

"I agree," said Jason.

It was at that moment, that Jason's cell phone started to ring, "It's Francis," Jason indicated before answering, "Morgan."

"Jason, it's Francis, we're at Warehouse 45, hurry we're still in enemy territory."

"I'm on it. Who's the girl that saved you?" Jason asked.

"I don't know, but whoever she was, I'm eternally grateful."

"How's Michael?" Jason asked alerting Carly as she moved closer to hear more of the conversation.

"He's fine," Francis answered, "We're all a little shaky. Just get here man."

"I'm on my way now," Jason said hanging up the phone and heading to his SUV, "Cody you ride with me."

"I'll come with you," both Carly and Sam said in unison.

"No, you'll both stay here where I know you're safe. We don't know how coordinated their efforts are," Jason demanded with finality.

"Fine," Carly said as relented to her best friend's demands.

"Jaysin, please I will be your back up. You know you need me," Sam said trying to appear sexy and brazen. On any other day, that might have worked, after all he was only a man, but one of his friends just died a horrific death and he was in no mood to deal with Sam's silly notion that she was the baddest bitch out there.

Warehouse 45- Main Corridor 12 Minutes later.

Francis, Michael, and Johnny stood completely beaten and torn.

"I'll stay until help arrives for you three," the masked fighter said.

"How did you do the things you did? I've never seen anyone move with that kind of speed?" asked Johnny.

"The less you know the better," answered the beautiful woman with a short blonde wig and mysterious amber eyes.

"Thank you for helping us, My Sweet Girl," Francis said.

"I'm always happy to help you Francis," said the mysterious woman, as her head jerked to the side, "Mr. Morgan approaches. Take care gentleman," the female fighter said as she quickly made her way to the other end of the warehouse.

Jason opened the door to find Michael, Francis, and Johnny looking at each other completely stunned, "Where's the woman?"

"She took off as you drove up the other end of the block Jason. She shouldn't have been able to hear you but she did."

"Did you recognize her Francis?" asked Jason.

"No, she's just a sweet young woman, who I'm totally grateful for. Like I said before," Francis replied.

"Alright. Well let's get you three back to Sonny's and get you checked out," Jason said completely perplexed at the situation.

WSB - Port Charles- Local Affiliate Office

"I can't believe you did this without the authority of the agency, Eliza," Anna admonished what was quickly becoming her most valued agent.

"You know the score. My contract with the agency says that I will never work on any investigation that directly or indirectly would cause problems for the Corinthos/Morgan Organization. Furthermore, Francis is a dear friend of mine, and Michael is a child, by all accounts. What was I supposed to do? Let them die. I mean what good are all these abilities if I can't help people I actually care about."

"Oh Eliza, what am I going to do with you?" Anna asked.

"My guess is probably nothing, since I'm so valuable."

Chapter 1.) Baby on Board

Nearly Two years Earlier – Late February of 2009

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Please hear me out," she begged closing the door behind her.

"You're not supposed to be here," he replied in a terse voice.

"Please, this is important."

"Is something wrong with Jake, Cameron? Are you feeling better from the toxins you were exposed to?"

"No, they're both fine. About mys..,"

Jason interrupted her hearing only what he wanted to hear, "Sonny, and some of the men are supposed to be here shortly, you need to be gone. We can't be doing this."

"Jason, please listen to me."

"No, we've gone over this. You have no place in my world. What don't you get?"

"I understand that Jason, but there's something that you don't…"Elizabeth started to say but was interrupted by the door to the penthouse opening up and Sonny along with Max walking in without ceremony. The gentlemen were surprised to see her there. Sonny looked displeased. He thought they had ended this.

"Conversation is over. I want you gone," Jason said grabbing her by the arm and escorting her through the door. "Go." Jason said while slamming the door roughly in her face. The look of anguish on her face broke his heart but not his resolve. 'This is for the best. I have to protect her from my world,' he thought.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered out through the tears. Knowing he hadn't heard her and was unwilling to listen, Elizabeth slowly made her way over to the elevator. In blurry haze she pressed the down button and tried to compose herself. As the doors opened, Damien Spinelli (Jason Morgan's tech guy and cyber hacker extraordinaire) emerged from the elevator obviously perplexed to see Jason's ex and mother of his only child looking so heartbroken and ghostly white.

"Maternal One, are you okay?" Spinelli asked.

Swiping away at the tears Elizabeth answered Spinelli, with glassy eyes and a genuinely soft smile, "I'm sorry to worry you Spinelli. I'm fine… I'll be fine." She was clearly trying to convince herself. She stepped onto the elevator and the doors closed with her in it.

On the slow ride down, Elizabeth pulled out her phone and called a new friend she'd just made who was going to help with this process. The phone rang twice before the line was answered.

"Devane," Answered Anna. Anna was a WSB agent, a spy, and a new friend.

"Anna, it's me Elizabeth. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't hear me out. I guess it's going to be just me and the boys. I'll gather them, and finish settling my affairs and we'll go."

"That's fine. I'll see you soon. It'll be alright dearest," Anna said trying to reassure her new friend.

A minute after ending the phone conversation the doors to the elevator opened up and Sam was standing there waiting, rolling her eyes in silent disdain at the single mother. To say that Sam was perturbed to see her would have been an understatement. Elizabeth did her best to ignore her as she exited the elevator, while Sam strode in. As the doors to the elevator started to close Sam stuck her foot out to block the doors from closing and exited the elevator with one mission in mind. Pulling her hood up, Sam approached Elizabeth from behind. Elizabeth was at her car door when Sam came up behind her, with a blade in hand and stabbed Elizabeth swiftly in her chest twice, puncturing her already scarred lungs. Hearing someone coming, she made her way to the stairwell, certain that Elizabeth was already dead, never realizing that Elizabeth had seen her.

Walking toward the elevator, he heard someone groaning and dumping their bag. Flipping open her phone, Elizabeth pressed one on her phone, which called Jason. The phone rang three times, but went to voicemail. Tears streaming down her face she sniffed and closed the phone ending the call.

"Elizabeth," Francis said.

"Francis," Elizabeth mouthed. No sound came out because Elizabeth's right lung had been punctured twice and she was bleeding into her pleural cavity. Losing blood she noticed Francis reaching for his phone and she shook her head 'no' with all the energy she could muster, stopping him in his tracks. As she lay bleeding into the cold cement ground of the parking garage she used her finger to write the name "Anna Devane," in her own blood.

"Elizabeth you need an ambulance."

"Francis," mouthed Elizabeth, "Trust me call Anna. No hospital. No cops."

Francis scrolled through Elizabeth's phone until he found Anna's number. He pressed the icon on the phone and on the first ring Anna picked up, "Elizabeth, did you forget something you just called."

"Elizabeth has been hurt, she's at the towers beside her vehicle. I can't tell if she's been shot or what, but she's insisted that I call you. I think she's passed out."

"Alright, I want you to stay with her, I'm only a block away. She's right don't involve the cops, or the hospital. Whatever you do, don't tell Jason."

"I can't promise that. He'd want to know," Francis replied back.

"Based on the conversation that he just had with Elizabeth, I doubt he actually cares what happens to her. I'm pulling into the garage now. I see you from here."

Anna pulled her vehicle as close as she could get it. Walking over to Francis, Anna looked around to see if the assailant was nearby as a force of habit, but no one was there.

"Elizabeth… Elizabeth, it's me Anna. I need you to get up if you can."

Elizabeth was unresponsive to Anna's plea. Anna had an idea, but needed to reach out to someone who knew better first. Grabbing her phone, she called the only person besides her had any idea about what was happening to Elizabeth.

"Mom," Robin answered, having recognized the caller ID.

"Robin, you remember that patient of yours that we have in common?"

"Yes. Why do you ask? Is something wrong with her?"

"She's been wounded in the chest, and is breathing but is unresponsive. There's a lot of blood. Given her conditions, could I use adrenaline on her to get her moving so that we could take her to the medical facility at just outside of town? The one I was telling you about."

"In theory, she should be strong enough to handle it given that one of her new abilities is regeneration, but that will take a few days. How's the fetus." Robin said.

"At the moment, her abdomen appears unharmed, which is a relief. Can you meet me there? I may need your help," Anna said.

"Yes, just give me a minute and I'll have Patrick watch Emma."

"Fine, I'll get Elizabeth loaded into the vehicle, after I give her the adrenaline."

Anna went to the trunk of her vehicle and pulled out the specialized first aid kit that all agents were given. Searching, the bag she quickly located alcoholic swabs, and a prefilled syringe with adrenaline. Anna walked over to Elizabeth, turned her over, and started clearing the top of her shirt out of the way. There was blood everywhere. After having swabbed, the chest area that covered her heart, Anna administered the adrenaline into the chest cavity and instantaneously Elizabeth awoke, breathing hard. Turning over, Elizabeth gathered her bearings and worked through the pain. She and Anna put everything back in her purse.

"Thank you, Francis," Elizabeth whispered out, "This never happened. You need to get to your meeting."

Francis was startled at first. The woman he'd come to know over the years was looking at him with beautiful amber colored eyes instead of the dark sapphire blue ones that he was used to seeing.

Looking over at Anna, Francis asked alarmed, "What's happened to her? Her eyes, they're amber not blue."

"I can't answer that and we're pressed for time. This never happened," Anna replied in an authoritative tone, "You need to leave now. Forget what you've seen, and speak of this to no one."

"Elizabeth is my friend," Francis rebutted.

"I don't doubt that, but I need to get her to my facility and my crew needs to take care of her vehicle, and you need to be going."

Elizabeth stood slowly, and her movements were wobbly, but she made it to Anna's vehicle.

"Whatever you hear on the news later, don't dispute it. Trust me when I tell you that you'll be doing her and those boys a real favor."

Francis looked at Elizabeth again. Now that her jacket was open her abdomen was more visible. It was clear that she was pregnant. 'Oh my God, how in the hell am I going to keep something like this a secret?' Francis thought.