"So what about Anna?" Lucy demanded as soon as she and the others had gotten some measure of privacy. They were now parked on a bluff overlooking the bay, the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz.

"Anna is fine, and, lest you become overzealous in your efforts on Robin's behalf, she knows everything."

"Then you know about Robin's.....problems?"

"You mean her HIV status?" Robert asked, bluntly. "Lucy, we're fully apprised of the entire affair. Don't worry about Robin-she'll be fine." He grinned. "Trust me, Lucy."

"This is all so strange," Lucy murmured as Luke, who had been looking out over the bay, asked "Lucy, I need you to trust me. I came out here for your help, and since my old buddy is still alive and kicking, I'm asking him, too." He turned to Robert and said, "Laura, Lulu and Lesley Webber have vanished. I'm certain that Cassidine is behind this, but he's got holdings the world over, and he's not being the least bit cooperative. He says that he knows nothing, that he figures that she's left me and taken the baby and her mother."

"Has she?"

"That's a hell of a question, Robert," Luke retorted. "And no, I don't think she has. She'd have told me if she was going to leave, unless she had a really good reason to do otherwise. If she was just royally pi**ed at me, she'd have said so."

"Okay, I'll buy that. I already knew that Laura was missing-and we haven't turned up anything on it." Robert turned to Lucy and wheezed, "That chocolate doing you any good yet?"

Giving him a filthy look, she said, "Not yet-say, Luke, how'd you know where to find me?"

"Chocolate, darlin'," he answered. "You craved it in San Antonio, and I figured that you might be wanting some now since I asked about Laura and mentioned your psychic abilities."

"Makes sense. But, no, I haven't gotten so much as a glimmer. Robert, about what's going on here. This whole thing has to be tied together, somehow, doesn't it? No matter how farfetched it seems, the mere fact of what's going on with...that is....damnit, I don't know what I can and can't say, now."

"Spit it out, Luce," Luke ordered. "What do you mean 'this whole thing'? What's going on that I don't already know about?"

Looking at Robert for assistance, Lucy shrugged. "I can't say anything at this point. I promised."

"It's okay, Lucy," Robert told her. "I think that Luke needs to know."

Taking a deep breath, Lucy plunged in. "See, Luke, Tom's not Tom. Not really. Not long ago, Tom Hardy literally rose from the dead. So, since Tom's here, he can't be in Port Charles. Which brings us to the question of who is in Port Charles looking but not acting like Tom Hardy."

Baffled, Luke, turned to Robert. "Tom's not Tom? Then who the hell is he and what's he doing in Port Charles with.....the Cassadines. I swear, Robert, ever since those sewer-sucking Cassadines hit Port Chuck, things have gone down hill in a big way."

"I'd heard that they were back, and that Laura...well, she has a son by one of them." Robert was nothing if not direct.

"It wasn't her idea," Luke defended. "Anyway, if Tom's not Tom, then that explains why he all but issued invitations to the PCPD the night we were stopped just short of leaving the country. We were set up and Tom was the double agent."

"That's how it appears, given what we know," Robert affirmed. "We don't have a clue as to who he really is-the fingerprints we got are registered to Tom Hardy, but considering the size of this operation, and the computer expertise, as well as the apparent infiltration of the WSB, that is to be expected. Marty doesn't have this guy registered under any other name."


"She heads WEB. World Espionage Bureau. Covert actions and information gathering."


"You got a problem with women being power-brokers?" Lucy demanded.

"Hell no, darlin'. It just might take a woman like that to bring down the Cassadines." He turned to Robert and continued. "You knew that Helena is out and about?"

"We've heard that she's gone to ground, but that's all we know at the moment."

"So what's going on out here? How does this all tie in together with Port Chuckles?"

Back in Port Charles.....

Tom had finally managed to corner Felicia in the brownstone, and he didn't like what he saw in her eyes, or what she had to say. "What do you mean, you're moving? This is your home!"

"Was my home," she answered, tartly. "Just as soon as I find a place, I'm outta here. I need more room. Besides, now that Lucas is living on Spoon Island, and Tommy is almost never here, there is nobody for them to play with. And, I need more room. The Outback is doing well and so is my PI business. I can afford more, and frankly, I'm getting a little tired of this place. It's time to move on."

"But we-that is, I thought we-had a future."

"There is no 'us' Tom. You proved that when you shut me out of the Spencer affair."

"I explained that, Felicia. I couldn't break faith with them-and I love you. You know that."

"I thought I loved you, Tom," she answered. "But, I was wrong. I need more-I need-we-I'm not sure what I need, but it isn't you."

"Felicia, you're being unreasonable. I had orders."

"Since when do you take orders from Luke Spencer? I didn't know that he was your boss."

"He's not. I had to do that to protect Lesley and Laura."

"Not good enough, Tom. You know that I'd have helped, but you chose to shut me out. I've been shut out enough, Tom. More than enough."

"Okay, Felicia, I'll level with you. I couldn't because I had orders from the WSB."

With a snort of disgust, Felicia nearly laughed. "You're WSB?"

Tom nodded, and said, "I wasn't supposed to break cover, but you..."

"You think that this is going to make things all better? Tom Hardy, you couldn't have told me anything any less designed to build confidence in you. WSB? Do you think that I ever want to see another WSB agent in my life, much less have a relationship with one?"

Suddenly, Tom became impatient, and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Damnit, Felicia! Get over yourself, already! This isn't about you-this is much larger. You have no idea!"

"Then tell me. Tell me so that I can help."

"I can't. I just need you to trust me."

"Are you kidding? Trust the WSB?" Felicia laughed at him, pushing his hands away. "Go away, Tom. Play your spy games with somebody else. But, don't worry, I'll keep your little secret. I won't tell anyone-I'd be too embarrassed to admit that I get hooked into the same thing again. Just leave me alone. Oh, and if you see Frisco, tell, don't tell him anything. This is a need to know situation, and he doesn't need to know."

In a warehouse in Beecher's Corners.....

"That's the last of them. They're all worthless now, and it will appear to be a defect in workmanship, and impossible to repair." Taggert remarked to Jason who had met him there earlier in the evening. Robin Scorpio had been with Jason, giving him cover as he'd told Sonny that he was going to see her. She'd worked as hard as either man.

"Good. I don't want Sonny to take any blame for this," Robin commented. "Sonny has potential, but so far, it's misguided."

"I agree," Jason nodded. "It's strange-I went undercover to help bust him, but he's not the source of the drugs in Port Charles. In fact, he's working to find out who is."

"Think we can convert him?" Taggert asked. "Bring him onboard?"

"I don't know yet," Jason answered. "But I'd like to think that he can be salvaged."

Robin glanced at her watch and said, "I've got to get back to school soon."

"Thanks for helping out," Jason said as he kissed her. "Your folks said 'hi' and that they'll see you soon."

Robin smiled, "Tell Mom and Dad 'hi' via whatever pipeline you have and tell them that I'm pulling all 'A's but that organic chemistry is a bear."

"Will do. Oh, and Sonny said that the money for your HIV treatment is in the account."

"Good. I've sent him the receipts for the money I've accessed so far--dummy receipts. You guys need any more cash, and you know where the money is. We've got to get Sonny to go legit. I feel bad taking his money to use against him."

"Agreed," Jason said. "But if he does go legit, we can point to this as proof that he was helping out. Even if he didn't know it at the time."

"If he can be persuaded to abandon his criminal enterprises, we can use him. If not, he's going down," Taggert said. "And he'll do hard time."

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