Chapter 12

After leaving Zander's motel room, the two men got into the back seat of a black limousine.  They rode in silence for several minutes.

Finally the shorter man spoke.  "What did you mean when you said that Jason and Gia had to be eliminated?" he asked.

"I think that statement was quite clear.  I have given the order for them to be killed."

"Killed?  Now wait a minute!  That was not part of our deal when I hired you."

"I altered the deal.  You wanted Jason Morgan out of the way didn't you?"

"Yes.  I wanted him out of the way, but I didn't want him dead," the shorter man said looking upset.

"Well he will be out of your way... permanently," the taller man said.  He noticed the worried look on his partner's face.  "You aren't thinking about backing out of out little arrangement are you?  If you are, then think again.  Because I assure you that I'll take you down with me."

"But is it necessary to kill them?"

"Yes!  He should have stayed in jail where he belonged.  Since he is on the loose, there is too much of a chance that he'll find out the truth.  He and the girl have to die."

The limo pulled to a stop and the shorter man got out.  He stood and watched as the car drove away.

"No!" he said to himself.  "I don't care what it costs me.  I can't let them kill Jason and Gia.  I have to get word to Sonny so he can warn them."

Meanwhile on a houseboat south of Port Charles, Jason was having trouble steering.  His shoulder was bothering him.  He hadn't said anything, because he didn't want to worry Gia.

Gia sat nearby watching him.  She had noticed that the blood stain on his shirt was growing larger.  She had the feeling that he was hurt worse than he was saying.

Jason began to feel faint and his face grew pale.  He tried to shake it off, but the faintness overtook him.  He passed out.

"Jason!" Gia yelled running to his side.  "Jason!"

She shook him gently, but got no response.  She rolled up his sleeve and looked at his arm.  Gia saw the bullet wound in his shoulder.  She gently raised him up enough that she could see the other side.  There was no exit wound.  That meant the bullet was still in his shoulder.  "Just a nick, huh?" she said to herself.

Gia quickly ran below and grabbed the first aid kit.  When she came back up she realized that no one was steering the boat.   She glanced to the front of the boat and saw that some large, jagged rocks lay directly in their path.