Chapter 22 – "Hat Trick"

Emily and Elizabeth continued to circle around Sonny's warehouse, biding their time. Helena's three guards were still searching for them, having now split up to cover more territory. The girls were silent as they crept around, keeping together. If any of the guards happened upon them, they'd have a better chance fighting him off together than alone.

"Come on out, girlies," one of the guards taunted. "You're stuck in here, aren't you? And we'll find you out. We're very patient men."

The girls paused at a corner and contemplated which direction to go. Emily pointed to their right and Elizabeth, finding no alternative that looked better, nodded her head in agreement. They both started to move forward, but they had scarcely moved a single foot when one of Helena's guards landed in their path, having jumped from the level above. He yelled for his cohorts and backed the girls into the corner.

"I know who you are," he said, pointing the gun to Elizabeth. "Don't think that I wouldn't. You're Spencer's girl, and I'm sure you know where he is. And you're going to tell me."

"And if I don't?" Elizabeth countered, trying to buy as many extra seconds as possible.

"Oh, I think you will," the guard threatened. "Madame Cassadine has told us all about you. An unfortunate history, I'd say. It would be a shame to have to live through it again."

A brief shock of terror flew through Elizabeth's body, but she didn't move. The other two guards approached the small group and both took hold of Emily's arms to hold her back as the other continued to advance upon Elizabeth. He reached out for her hand and pulled her sharply closer to him, his gun now aimed lazily at her back.

Suddenly, a bright light flooded into the warehouse and a loud voice boomed out.

"You are surrounded. Surrender your weapons and your hostages and come forward with your hands empty and up."

Emily couldn't help but smile as what seemed like half the Port Charles police force barreled onto the scene, led there by an "anonymous" phone call tip off that someone was raiding Sonny Corinthos' warehouse.

A/N: A short one today, in a pathetic attempt to draw out suspense. :) The end is coming soon, though, I promise.