Note: I do not speak Spanish. I got the Spanish translation from an online translator.

"I don't think this was such a good idea." Sage looked around apprehensively, shivering in the dark. Something was going on, and without a radio or television near, neither girl could say exactly what was happening. However, Sage had clearly heard police sirens, fire trucks and ambulances speeding through the streets as they snuck around through corridors and back alleys. "You know those sounds we heard…"

"Sage, please." Sofie shook her head. She quickly ducked down, grabbing her sister's arm and pulling her down, as well. Footsteps crunched leaves and she waited. She watched as legs past them, stopped a few feet away, then kept going. When she was sure they were alone, she turned to her sister. "Could you stop with the paranoia?"

"Paranoia? Sofie…" Sage groaned. Normally, she was up for all sorts of wild and crazy ideas. Going after Sonny Corinthos wasn't necessarily something she was against, but the way they were going about it… Sage was more likely to just steal one of her father's guns and shoot him in the middle of the street. It was a lot better than sneaking around the woods. "You know there's a war going on. Those sirens… what if it's Mom or Dad? Or Jason? Or… It could be anybody, and here we are. You know when they find out where we've been, we're gonna get spankings from everybody from here to Venezuela and back."

"No, we won't, because they'll be so glad that we've taken care of Corinthos, that they'll totally love us forever and Dad'll say that one day, we're going to take over his businesses."

"Oh… my… GOD! Sofie, you're insane!"

"And you're loud. Hush!" She barked out a whisper so harsh that it made her throat hurt. "We're not gonna get in trouble." Sofie reached around to her back and pulled out the black weapon. It had been in the drawer, just like Lorenzo had said, and now, it was tucked into the back of dark jeans, hidden beneath a long black leather duster. "We're taking care of business."

Sage rolled her eyes. "Damn, and people say I'm crazy." She sighed and settled down on her knees. Snow soaked through the legs of her jeans. She wore a leather duster like her sister, only hers was a smooth brown. Her gloved hands slid inside her pockets and she huddled against herself. "This is insane, Sofie. We should just go back to Dad and see what's going on."

"Or maybe you should shut up, so I can think." Sofie growled. She was unaccustomed to her sister being so whiny on one of their endeavors. She hadn't been so bad when they decided to spray paint the principal's car, a crime for which they'd never been convicted. Of course, they hadn't been caring weapons at the time, and their lives weren't in danger. But, then again, she didn't believe that Corinthos would actually hurt them. He might keep them prisoner for a while but actually hurt them? Highly unlikely. "I'm gonna…" She paused at the vibrating at her hip and grunted. "Oh, hell."

Sofie flipped her cell phone open and instantly, Michael's voice was in her ear. "Where the hell are you two! Have you lost your mind, sneaking out? There's stuff going on and the two of you need to be in the penthouse!"

"Hush!" Sofie growled. "We're on our way to take care of something. What's going on?"

"Oh, let's see…" A horn blared and Sofie knew that her brother was in his car. "I'm on my way to GH because Mom and Zander were in The Cellar when it blew up, how's that for starters? Oh, and they're trying to pin a dead body on Jason and Sam because somebody ambushed 'em outside of Luke's. There's all sorts of just great stuff going on while the two of you are off playing sleuth. And did I mention that my dad's in a piss of a mood because ELQ is going broke? Little in comparison, I know, but I've gotta deal with it."

Sofie's eyes narrowed. She hadn't heard much past The Cellar blowing up. She grew angrier as her chest heaved, taking in hard breaths. She stared ahead at the cabin across the way. Her vision blurred then red tinted the edges of her world. She stood up slowly and growled. "Get to the hospital and tell Dad that Corinthos is being taken care of." She flipped the phone closed and it fell from her hands as she stalked forward.

"Sofie?" Sage was up and following. Sofie didn't run, but her strides were as long as her short legs would take her, and quick. "Sofie!" Sage walked quickly to catch up with her. "What happened, Sofie? What's going on?"

"This guy tried to kill Mom."

"What!" She balked and her eyes grew wide. "Sofie, what are you…" She looked around to her sister's side and saw the gun in her hands. "Sofie, we need to get to Mom and Dad. We need to get to Tio Luis, or Jason, or… anybody who actually knows how to handle these things. We—"

And then her words were cut off as a gloved hand covered her mouth. Sofie whipped her head around just in time to see a tall man grabbing her sister. She tried to shoot the attacker, but couldn't get a shot that wouldn't endanger Sage. "Let her go!" Sofie screamed. Her demand was not obliged and then, within seconds, a hand was over her own mouth.

And across town, Michael Quartermaine's Ferrari was a crumpled mess.


Lorenzo was silent. He stared across the hospital corridor, his hands clenched at his knees. His white shirt was dotted with blood, a tangible memory of the cuts and scrapes that had leaked out onto him when he held his wife. She was alive, but the doctors were refusing to release her or Zander from medical care for at least twenty four hours. Among their other injuries, both were victims of smoke inhalation and the hospital didn't want them to walk out of their doors and collapse. They didn't want to open themselves for the lawsuit that the Alcazars would have surely slapped upon them.

He listened to Jason's reports, his enforcer and friend standing over him. There were other people around, but they didn't say anything. Their energy, though… They're fear, anger and outrage seeped around him like a black cloud floating down to envelope him. He was almost positive that some of the anger was pointed in his direction, but he didn't care. At some point, someone would tell him what he knew already. He should have just let Luis handle Corinthos the way he wanted. Sometimes, diplomacy got one nowhere but hurt.

"They found the passageway, Lorenzo." Jason groaned and pressed his hand hard against his side. Sam moved in next to him, sliding underneath his arm, giving him extra weight to lean against. "Only you, Luis, me and the guards knew where it was, which meant that the girls have been snooping. They got out through the passage and worked their way out of the building. We haven't found them yet, but I have everybody looking for them."

"Lucky," Lorenzo said, his voice low. "His father taught him all of the routes in and around the city. They could be down in the catacombs, or anywhere. Send Lucky…"

"I sent him as soon as the cops let him go." He sighed. "Do we tell Carly?"

"Of course not." Lorenzo looked up at him. Strands of hair brushed his eyelids and he shoved it back. "She'll never stay here if she knows that Sofie and Sage are in trouble. We don't tell her anything until we know exactly where they are." He turned to his brother and said, "Usted va de nuevo a Corinthos, con Jason y afortunado, tan pronto como tengamos las muchachas. Tráigalo al almacén y tomaré el cuidado de él. Debo haber hecho esto cuando él primero demostró para arriba. Pero, no es demasiado atrasado. Conseguimos las muchachas caseras y entonces tomo el cuidado de Corinthos."

(You're going back to Corinthos, with Jason and Lucky, as soon as we have the girls. Bring him to the warehouse and I'll take care of him. I should have done this when he first showed up. But, it's not too late. We get the girls home and then I take care of Corinthos.)

Luis nodded. His eyes looked around to the people within earshot. Alexis stood behind Lorenzo, staring at the back of his head. It was clear that she had caught every single word, and she didn't like it. "You shouldn't be listening to this," he told her. "If my brother were in his right mind, he wouldn't have said it with you so close."

"I have heard absolutely nothing, and as far as anyone knows, I do not speak Spanish." She took a step back. "I shouldn't hear anything else, however, which means I'm going to find other things to do than listen to all of you talk business." She looked at Sam. "Whether you speak the language or not, right now, you don't, so you should probably come with me."

"I'm not…" Sam started to protest and Jason shook his head. He pushed her towards Alexis and she sighed. "See what happens?" She sighed again and shook her head. "Fine, I'll go with Alexis. Maybe I'll go in and see Carly or something."

Alexis and Sam walked off, and they weren't around the corner when they ran into Emily, Nikolas, and Gia. The two of them were occupied, which left the three mobsters to discuss business. "I don't speak Spanish, but I get the drift," Jason said, "and you're not doing it. It's my job, and I'll handle it."

"These were personal attacks, Jason. More than that, it was a message. Corinthos will honor no deal, we see that. He has wasted all of our time and I will be done with him once and for all."

"Let me do it, Lorenzo. The last thing Carly or the girls need is for you to go to jail. Because if you do this… There's no way that Ric's gonna let you off."

Jason started to speak again, but was stopped when AJ came streaking through the doors. He ran up to Jason, grabbing him. "Where is he? Did they bring him in yet?"

"What in the hell are you talking about?"

"Michael!" The second he spoke the name, Lorenzo was on his feet. "Whatever mess you've gotten him into… The whole damn town is a mess! I didn't even hear about Carly until I got back to the boat house and saw a note from Michael."

"What are you saying?" Lorenzo stepped forward, running his hands through his hair. "Where is Michael and what happened?"

"I got a call from Mac. Right now, it looks like somebody cut a line… the break fluid leaked out and he couldn't stop. He crashed into somebody and they're bringing him here. What the hell is going on, Alcazar!"

Lorenzo didn't have time to discuss things with AJ Quartermaine. He felt guilty that the man's son was injured in all of this, but in the end, there was nothing he could do to alleviate his fears. He was just glad that Michael was almost eighteen, which meant that it was too far into things for AJ to try a custody battle.

The doors burst open again and medical personnel brought in two gurneys. On one, a tall blonde laid unconscious, a brace surrounding her neck and head. Behind her, they brought in Michael. The boy was conscious, fighting against the restraints that tried to hold him down, yelling that he had to talk to his father, he had to get to his uncle and his stepdad.

The quartet of Alcazars and Quartermaines rushed to the moving gurney, shoving doctors aside. Michael caught sight of Lorenzo and grabbed his arm. "Sofie and Sage… You've gotta stop 'em. They went after Corinthos."

Michael was moved along and the men were pushed back. AJ looked at Lorenzo and couldn't say anything. His throat was clogged with anger and fear over his son. He gave him a firm glare, then stalked off, following his son into emergency. Lorenzo looked from Luis to Jason, and then back again. "The hell with what I said earlier," he said. Lorenzo turned and stalked towards the door. "We take care of Corinthos right now."