He had waited ten years for this moment. Ten years to get his life
back. The question was did he actually have any life left in him. His
capture by Faison. The games between Faison, Helena Cassadine and DVX. Not
to mention the mess the WSB made of the whole thing. But someone had
finally messed up and left him alone and now he was back in the world.
Hell, maybe they hadn't messed up maybe they were just as tired of him as
he was of them. Well just in case it was the first option he needed to get
himself to someplace safe, or at least someplace he could get to help if he
needed it. That meant home as far as he was concerned. The town probably
hadn't changed that much in the ten years he had been gone, and by know he
was an expert at disappearing into the mist.
If Sean still lived in good old PC he would have been tempted to cal him, but he was in Boston now with Tiffany and their daughter and up to his eyeballs in the WSB's latest fiasco. Mac was another option but somehow Robert just didn't think he would take well to a phone call from his dead brother. He could figure this out on his own. Who was he kidding he was to old and to tired to do this anymore with or without help, and. Just stop he told himself. What he needed was a stiff drink and some time to think with out having to look over his shoulder constantly. Which led him right back to Port Charles. Now all he had to do was figure out how to get to Port Charles from New York with out any ID or money.
So here he was hoping a freight train at a time in his life when most men are bouncing their first grandchild on their knee. As he once again thought that he was way to old for this anymore. Hell he was just way to old period. At least he had hopped the right train he thought as he left the turn around in Port Charles and headed for the docks.
He cautioned himself to be careful because if they hadn't meant to let him go and they were using their brains tonight they would already have people in Port Charles looking for him. Discretely of course, yeah and pigs could fly. They were lucky they could find. Enough about them, he needed to decide where to go, and the thought of a night on the cold hard ground of the catacombs just didn't thrill him and to top off his night it was beginning to rain. There had to be a dive close by that he could hide out in for a few hours until he made a decision. He could probably hustle a game or two of pool for a drink.
He didn't look up at the sign in the parking lot as hurried through the doors eager to avoid becoming totally drenched. As he entered the dark and smoke filled bar he felt himself relax. He managed to make it the darkest corner of the bar without making eye contact with any one. He took a deep breath, exhaled and started to listen in to the conversations around him, hoping he wouldn't recognize any of the voices.
Luke watched the man from the doorway to his office. The guy was definitely trying to keep a low profile but he moved like he owned the world, he was trying to figure out who the guy reminded him of when he was distracted by a commotion at the door.
Robert was just about ready to let his guard down when he heard raised voices that he most definitely recognized. He really didn't need this now he thought to himself as he hit his head against the bar.
Why would anyone react to Mac and Frisco in a shouting match unless, Luke thought to himself as the identity of the man clicked in his brain. He signaled for Clyde to serve Robert a drink as he moved to put a stop to the argument or at least get them both angry enough to take it elsewhere.
Robert was not about to turn the bartender down when he poured him a scotch and left the bottle, he could always argue that he had never ordered it latter. Hell if he was going to have to come back from the dead into the middle of that, whatever that was, this time he was going to need it.
Luke didn't relish the idea of leaving Robert alone in the bar, he was too apt to disappear out the backdoor, but he sure didn't look like he wanted any piece of the two of them tonight. So Luke simply moved right between the arguing men and out the door hoping they would follow. Robert was going to owe him for this one that was for sure. He just hoped Robert stuck around long enough for him to collect.
If Sean still lived in good old PC he would have been tempted to cal him, but he was in Boston now with Tiffany and their daughter and up to his eyeballs in the WSB's latest fiasco. Mac was another option but somehow Robert just didn't think he would take well to a phone call from his dead brother. He could figure this out on his own. Who was he kidding he was to old and to tired to do this anymore with or without help, and. Just stop he told himself. What he needed was a stiff drink and some time to think with out having to look over his shoulder constantly. Which led him right back to Port Charles. Now all he had to do was figure out how to get to Port Charles from New York with out any ID or money.
So here he was hoping a freight train at a time in his life when most men are bouncing their first grandchild on their knee. As he once again thought that he was way to old for this anymore. Hell he was just way to old period. At least he had hopped the right train he thought as he left the turn around in Port Charles and headed for the docks.
He cautioned himself to be careful because if they hadn't meant to let him go and they were using their brains tonight they would already have people in Port Charles looking for him. Discretely of course, yeah and pigs could fly. They were lucky they could find. Enough about them, he needed to decide where to go, and the thought of a night on the cold hard ground of the catacombs just didn't thrill him and to top off his night it was beginning to rain. There had to be a dive close by that he could hide out in for a few hours until he made a decision. He could probably hustle a game or two of pool for a drink.
He didn't look up at the sign in the parking lot as hurried through the doors eager to avoid becoming totally drenched. As he entered the dark and smoke filled bar he felt himself relax. He managed to make it the darkest corner of the bar without making eye contact with any one. He took a deep breath, exhaled and started to listen in to the conversations around him, hoping he wouldn't recognize any of the voices.
Luke watched the man from the doorway to his office. The guy was definitely trying to keep a low profile but he moved like he owned the world, he was trying to figure out who the guy reminded him of when he was distracted by a commotion at the door.
Robert was just about ready to let his guard down when he heard raised voices that he most definitely recognized. He really didn't need this now he thought to himself as he hit his head against the bar.
Why would anyone react to Mac and Frisco in a shouting match unless, Luke thought to himself as the identity of the man clicked in his brain. He signaled for Clyde to serve Robert a drink as he moved to put a stop to the argument or at least get them both angry enough to take it elsewhere.
Robert was not about to turn the bartender down when he poured him a scotch and left the bottle, he could always argue that he had never ordered it latter. Hell if he was going to have to come back from the dead into the middle of that, whatever that was, this time he was going to need it.
Luke didn't relish the idea of leaving Robert alone in the bar, he was too apt to disappear out the backdoor, but he sure didn't look like he wanted any piece of the two of them tonight. So Luke simply moved right between the arguing men and out the door hoping they would follow. Robert was going to owe him for this one that was for sure. He just hoped Robert stuck around long enough for him to collect.
