A/N: Sorry if the last chapter seemed fragmented or incomplete, I wanted to pay proper respect to my latest inspiration, Metallica's Hardwired... To Self Destruct. The single gave me the bold quote found in Fearless' Facebook page. Anyway, I plan this chapter to be a lengthier one so enjoy!
I found myself face to face with Jordan once more. Anna had not said a word, she simply showed up and grabbed my hand and dragged me to the station.
"So, Fearless," Jordan began slowly, "You want to tell me your real name?" She played the Good Cop, flashing her brightest and friendliest smile.
"I assume you already know that Fearless is not actually my name. You're right." I told them what they already knew. Jordan scoffed as Anna stood beside her. "Tell me then, Mr.. Baldwin, what's this all about?" She dropped a folder in front of me. I scanned them with minimal interest. "Fabrications. I have never been arrested in my life." I sighed deeply in frustration. Jordan laughed gleefully as she slammed my mug shot on the table. "Okay I take it back. There was an incident with that girl I told you about. Anne was certainly damaged beyond repair. I was accused of assaulting her, though there was no physical evidence. The Arson charge is also false." I paused.
"Okay. Let's assume that you're telling the whole truth. What business do you have here in Port Charles?" The familiar question irked me. But somehow, coming from Jordan, I didn't take offense. "Okay, confession time." I breathed deep. It was now or never.
"I came here because of Duke, that I swear. I have a feeling that he's alive." I noticed an angry look in Anna's eyes. "Don't fuck with me." She choked on the curse. "I swear with every ounce of honesty that I am here to find out. I heard that Duke was killed under the orders of Julian Jerome by Carlos Rivera. But somehow I feel that there's something missing. For instance, it's been months since his "death" and a body has never been recovered." I looked from Anna, whose jaw was inches from the floor,to Jordan who wore a similar expression.
"Are you an undercover agent? How did you come to deduce that?" Jordan's questions fogged my mind momentarily. "No, I'm not undercover, nor am I of any relation to Duke; like Griffin. But I am in firm belief that you and Duke have been separated for far too long." I stopped.
"What do you need from us?" Anna asked her emotional reaction clearly overtaken logic, "I need you to call up Sam and tell her to get her most trusted contacts together and meet the three of us in the conference room." Anna slowly nodded. "While you carry out your confirmation." He shifted his gaze to Jordan. The two women sprang into action and left him alone. "The truth's out. I hope we're not too late."
A/N: Okay. This drastically changes things. Fearless has now enlisted everyone to help find Duke. Is he still alive? Is there something sinister in the works? How sincere is Fearless? Please review! Until next time!