"What are you thinking Jason? You know that it's a trap. How is this going
to help Elizabeth?" Sonny demanded.
Carly had muttered something under her breath about precious Elizabeth and retreated upstairs. And Jason had just finished telling Sonny what had happened on the phone.
"If this was Carly would you even be standing here right now? Regardless of the danger to you? Wouldn't you do anything in your power to make sure you got her back, no matter what the personal cost?" Jason stood, his voice calm and measured, laced with guarded anger.
Sonny just stood there, not sure what to say because he knew that Jason was right. There wasn't anything that he wouldn't do to make sure Carly was safe.
Jason sighed deeply. "You know what will happen to her if I don't do this." Jason began to walk away from his friend.
"Jason." Sonny called out. Jason stopped but didn't turn around.
"Be careful." Sonny watched as Jason disappeared through the door. Then he quickly made his way to the desk and picked up the phone. He punched a button and was instantly connected.
"Benny, something's happening. I need you to have Jason followed. Don't intervene in whatever he does. Just follow him and let me know where he's at." Sonny ordered gravely.
Jason was on the docks in record time. He'd been all over the area looking for signs of a trap and he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. It was ten minutes past the agreed upon time and by now Jason was more than a little jumpy.
His instincts were telling him that something wasn't right. That he should get out of there immediately. But he ignored his feelings, something he would never usually do, because he knew this was the only way to save Elizabeth.
"Morgan." He heard the voice behind him as if it were right on top of him. He started to turn around to see who the voice belonged to when something cold and hard was pressed to his temple. He recognized it immediately as the muzzle of a gun.
Jason tensed, ready for a fight. As if sensing what Jason was about to do the man behind him cocked the gun and sighed heavily.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Then how would you ever find your pretty little girlfriend?" He taunted Jason.
Jason had a strange sense that he knew that voice. But he couldn't really place it. He knew at least one thing, it wasn't the voice from earlier. "What do you want?" Jason asked through clenched teeth.
"You." That was the last thing that Jason heard before the guy pistol whipped him and the world went black.
Carly had muttered something under her breath about precious Elizabeth and retreated upstairs. And Jason had just finished telling Sonny what had happened on the phone.
"If this was Carly would you even be standing here right now? Regardless of the danger to you? Wouldn't you do anything in your power to make sure you got her back, no matter what the personal cost?" Jason stood, his voice calm and measured, laced with guarded anger.
Sonny just stood there, not sure what to say because he knew that Jason was right. There wasn't anything that he wouldn't do to make sure Carly was safe.
Jason sighed deeply. "You know what will happen to her if I don't do this." Jason began to walk away from his friend.
"Jason." Sonny called out. Jason stopped but didn't turn around.
"Be careful." Sonny watched as Jason disappeared through the door. Then he quickly made his way to the desk and picked up the phone. He punched a button and was instantly connected.
"Benny, something's happening. I need you to have Jason followed. Don't intervene in whatever he does. Just follow him and let me know where he's at." Sonny ordered gravely.
Jason was on the docks in record time. He'd been all over the area looking for signs of a trap and he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. It was ten minutes past the agreed upon time and by now Jason was more than a little jumpy.
His instincts were telling him that something wasn't right. That he should get out of there immediately. But he ignored his feelings, something he would never usually do, because he knew this was the only way to save Elizabeth.
"Morgan." He heard the voice behind him as if it were right on top of him. He started to turn around to see who the voice belonged to when something cold and hard was pressed to his temple. He recognized it immediately as the muzzle of a gun.
Jason tensed, ready for a fight. As if sensing what Jason was about to do the man behind him cocked the gun and sighed heavily.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Then how would you ever find your pretty little girlfriend?" He taunted Jason.
Jason had a strange sense that he knew that voice. But he couldn't really place it. He knew at least one thing, it wasn't the voice from earlier. "What do you want?" Jason asked through clenched teeth.
"You." That was the last thing that Jason heard before the guy pistol whipped him and the world went black.