Back To Life

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Nearly a month into their stint in Puerto Rico, Jason couldn't wait to put an end to this entire situation and hop on the first flight back to Port Charles. As much as he wants to end this threat, the crave for his motorcycle is starting to get to him, swearing he'll take an entire weekend once he gets back home to just ride his bike, no interruptions of any kind.

They're getting closer and closer to shutting down this organization for good, but they still had a good amount of factions to demolish before they take on the main base. He's not too worried about it though. After taking down their main source of income, it won't be long before the lower levels start to disband from the organization. Once that starts to happen, they'll only have the main workers to worry about when they finally take on the main base.

"Jason." Johnny's voice tears through his thoughts. "You gotta see this."

Moving to take his place in front of the monitor, Jason stares at the monitor with apt curiosity, wondering what was going on down at the main base. Since they started actively attacking the organization, those people have had the base locked up tight, only those directly associated with the main circle being allowed access to the base. For them to let in two vans, something definitely has to be going down and Jason wasn't sure he found much relief in that.

"You think they'll move the boss?" Johnny dares to ask. "He's been locked up tight since last week. Maybe they're finally spooked enough?"

"No. That's not it." Jason shakes his head. "This looks more like a delivery than a pick up."

"Must be some kind of delivery." Johnny points out. "They turned away the last food delivery at the gate."

"Whatever it is, its obviously important enough to break lock down." Jason says simply, rising to his feet. "Call Francis. See if he's got a rough idea on what the delivery is."

"On it."

As he waits for word back form Francis, he tries to think of a reason that he or Sonny would break protocol, but can't think of any kind of delivery that would ever force their hand like this. Shaking his head, Jason decides to wait for word before giving it much more thought, knowing he couldn't predict the mindset of these people even if he tried. The only bright side to them making a show of their efforts to end the organization is that there hasn't been any blood shed since they started. At least no innocent blood shed, anyway.

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Laying completely still on the gurney, a blurry drugged up haze blankets her eyes as she awaits her next destination, knowing she was being transported yet again to an undisclosed location. It was always the same when she became too much.

She couldn't very well say how long she has been a prisoner or how many places she's been shuffled to since being taken, but she can say that each and every time they made the mistake of not giving her the right dose she has done whatever she could to try and escape.

The last time she tried to escape, she swears she would have gotten away had they not been on a yacht in the middle of the freaking ocean. She had nearly gotten the life raft unhooked when they caught up with her. Unfortunately for them, they lost one of their guards and she injured three more before they finally got her under control.

Wherever they are transporting her to this time, she knows for damn certain she is on solid ground and that made her ever active brain start on her latest escape plan. For a while, she had held out the belief that someone would find her, whether it be Lucky and the Spencers or the cops, anyone, but then chunks of time passed and she realized that she would have to be her own savior. Since then she has done anything and everything to try to get away. Nothing else matters past that. Nothing.

Slowly the drugs they dosed her with is starting to wear off, their voices and words starting to become clearer and clearer with each passing second. Soon she will have her senses back enough to start putting a fairly plausible plan together. From what they're saying, the place she's being taken to is relatively guarded, obviously enough to make them feel safe about her being there.

If she's hearing them right, it seems as if their plan is finally coming to a close, which only made her wonder how much longer they will keep her captive and, more importantly, what they will do with her once it does. She wants to believe that they would have killed her already if that's what they wanted to do, but these people are psychotic and anything is pretty much possible.

~ . ~

Francis was nearly shell shocked as he watched a couple men unloading a woman from the delivery van. From the looks of her, it was quite obvious that she was drugged up and restrained, sending a sick feeling straight to his stomach. His natural instinct, almost primal, is to jump to this woman's defense and rescue her from these demented men, but he had to choke that back and do his job. Snapping more than a few pictures, Francis stores his camera, making a sign of the cross along with a small prayer, before heading back to the safe house.

The moment he stepped foot inside the room, Francis had both men's attention, obviously they were eager to find out what had the organization's boss breaking protocol. Plugging the camera into the computer, Francis brings up the images on the computer, knowing that they had to see it for themselves to believe it. Johnny was close to losing the contents of his stomach when he noticed exactly what lay atop the gurney the men were wheeling into the base.

"She has to mean something, right?" Johnny questions the other two. "If they broke protocol to bring her, she has to mean something to them."

"Jason?" Francis questions when he moves Johnny out of the way to sit in front of the computer, blowing up the image of the woman. "What is it?"

"It can't be." Jason voices, staring at the image on the screen. "She's dead."

"You know her?" Francis questions, surprised by that tidbit. "Who is she?"

"Elizabeth Webber." Jason says, staring at the image for a moment longer before rising to his feet, his infamous blank mask upon his face. "Get whatever we need to take that place down. We're hitting them tonight."

"Jason..." Francis starts to say before falling silent.

"Tonight." Jason snaps, snatching his jacket from the chair he tossed it on. "I'll be out back."

Seeing her face on the computer screen had sent a strange feeling surging through him, a feeling he hasn't felt in such a long time, an almost primal need to protect. The last time he had felt that feeling was when Michael had been kidnapped by Tony and they had to find someway to get to him, to save him. Getting outside, Jason had to take a moment to catch his breath, to focus, knowing that it all rested on his shoulders to get them in and out of that place in one piece.

It has been an entire year since she was presumed dead, a year held captive against her will with dangerous people, one can only guess what she has been through since she was taken. From the looks of the image, she was being drugged to make transport easier, which made him question how often that has actually happened since she was kidnapped. The more he thought of her and what she must have gone through, the angrier Jason got and it wasn't doing him any good in the focusing department.

Then, in the height of his anger, a single thought penetrated his rage, the thought of his sister. Emily has mourned for this girl for an entire year, the struggles she had faced in order to cope with the sudden loss of someone she loved dearly, and that helped him to regain the focus he so desperately needed. It helped him remember what matters most and that's saving Elizabeth and returning her to the life that was so drastically snatched away from her.

Placing a call to Sonny, updating him on the situation and assuring him that he will do whatever it takes to save Elizabeth and bring her back to where she belongs, Jason takes a moment to appreciate the fact that she was still alive. To appreciate that, at the end of the day, she wasn't lost to death's hand. Hearing the door open a short while later, Jason shakes his head and refocuses on the task at hand, destroying the organization and saving Elizabeth.

"It's set." Johnny informs him. "We're good to go when you are."

"I'm set." Jason states. "Lets go."