A/N: hmm...remember that story about the guy and his sister stuck on an island? no? well, that's too bad....

Ch. 10 The Whole Time

He was walking slowly down the now familiar path. Raking through the gray matter of his brain, he tried to figure out what he was going to do. He assumed the best thing would be to do it quickly. That way there would be no chickening out and no turning back. But how?

'It doesn't matter. You let yourself in this mess, so you have to get yourself out.'

His thoughts faded away when he heard his boss' voice echo through his ears. He hadn't thought that he had got that close to their "camp." In fact he was going intentionally slow, taking as long as possible to get back. Prolonging the choice he needed to make. He picked up speed and in seconds found himself at the source of the voice.

"What happened?" he asked coming upon the scene.

"I don't know. We were talking and then it was like she couldn't breathe." He ranted in a panic, his eyes looked up at Anders and the mans' form blurred away and he saw only red.

Standing up quickly, Sonny grabbed the man and threw him to the ground. It took little, if any, force as he was taken by surprise by the transformation in his demeanor. Towering above him, the angry man gave him a vicious kick to the side.

"You did this!" he shouted at the man in the dirt before kicking him once more. "You wrecked the plane! Now look what's happening."

Roughly grabbing the collar of his dirty shirt, Sonny pulled him to his feet and wrapped his hands around his throat.

"Sorry..." he barely managed to choke out through the vice grip on his neck.

"Sorry! You're sorry?" Sonny repeated in anger at the filth he was holding in his hands. " Remirez is dead! My sister is unconscious over there and we're stuck on this hell-hole. Do you think sorry will do anything? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't watch you take your last breath right in front of me."

"I can help." he rasped out. He let the man fall from his grasp and his eyes shot daggers at him.

"Who did you sell me out to?" he asked looking the gasping man in the eyes. "Alcazar?"

When he didn't answer, the anger inside him grew.

"Now you want to help?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

"How?"

"He knows you're alive. He wants to know by the end of the day th-that I finished the job. When he does, he'll send a plan for me."

"How does he know we're alive? And how would he find out if you finished the job or not?"

Anders didn't answer, instead he reached inside his pocket and pulled out the object from inside. Sonny angrily snatched it from him.

"You had this the whole time."

"Just let me call him. Tell him the job is done, he'll send a plane and we can be in Port Charles by morning."

"You believe him? No way, I'm calling Jason."

"You don't understand. If he thinks I haven't done the job, he wants to take care of it himself." he explained.

"And how do you know he won't just send someone to kill you?"

"They'd have to come on a plane either way, right? I'm hoping for the best but if it comes down to that, I'll delay him long enough for you two to get out.."

"You think that would make up for anything?" he asked

"No. But I would be paying for my choices."

Sonny sighed and ran a hand through his usually neat hair, weighing the options. He would rather call Jason. The Alcazar plan could go either way, and Jason was a sure thing. Could he risk another attack from Alcazar?

"Well?"