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Morgan Benson 8

The Venezuelan deal is keeping his nose to the grindstone. It isn’t enough to make sure that the i-s are dotted and t-s crossed. He might have written the contracts but the contracts are just the beginning– they aren’t the deal. Anywhere there had been a possible roadblock he’d been including going up to Washington, DC and talking to a few folks up there. He wasn’t the only one working the deal hard. The folks in charge of US steel want the deal to go through and solidify another market. They’re happy to not have the Venezuelan’s going to India with their shopping list.

And he’s willing to put in the nights and the weekends to get this done because basically he’s converted to a four on two off day schedule. If Lisa’s two days off landed during the week then he’d do his ten hours at the office but then he’d be home. Pete and Jack had gotten used to the idea of Lisa being around on her days off– might be one night might be two. They could also see the writing on the wall. Jack might be the stereotypical mad scientist when on a project but he could tell that Morgan is putting on the press to get Lisa to move in by her last trimester. Barry’s old room had been converted into a home office for Morgan and the room off the master he’d been using as an office is now a nursery complete with a University of Miami mascot mobile over the crib. Lisa had taken one look at the mobile and not said a word. But on her next weekend there had been a stuffed gator in the crib. Both of them realized it could become contentious and had stopped there.

He’s up in DC now. Had been since Saturday morning. Lisa has Tuesday and Wednesday off this week so the timing had been perfect to get as much work done as possible, finish up Monday, today, and head back to Miami in time to have a guilt free time with Lisa. Fact is that she’d scheduled an ultrasound for Tuesday and he’s finally going to be able to go rather than just looking at fuzzy pictures. He toes off his shoes in preparation for going through the metal detectors at the airport. “Hey Aunt Georgie. Dang. Look can I call you back in like two minutes. You caught me going through the airport metal detector.”

“It’s important, Morgan. Call me straight back.”

“How important.”

“Two minutes and then I’m calling you back important. If you don’t pick up the phone I’ll hack the airport and have you put on a do not fly list until you do call me back.”

“Damn, don’t even joke about that. Kay, 2 minutes.” Morgan hangs up the phone and put it’s and his shoes in the basket going through the metal detector along with the contents of his pockets and his carryon. He waits impatiently as he goes through the detector and then is wanded by the security agent. Only once that is done does he go over to his gear and reaches for the phone even before his shoes. “Okay what’s up.”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on Constantin Macon since you were up here.”

“Why do I get the feeling this isn’t something awesome like him getting shanked in the yard.”

“Someone got shanked alright. It was someone with the same build and basics as Constantine who was due for release. Macon walked out of prison wearing another man’s clothes and name.”

“How in the hell does that happen?!” Morgan explodes not carrying about the looks he is drawing as he stomps into his shoes. He picks up his gear and strides toward his gate. The last place he wants to be right now is in DC.

“Prison figured it out at next count when they didn’t find Macon and did find the dead body when they were searching for Macon. This is breaking news, Morgan– it hasn’t even hit the airways yet. I got a hit while monitoring the prison communications when they initiated the lockdown and hard count.”

“How much of a head start?”

“Three hours.”

“THREE HOURS? How in the hell did it take them that long to figure it out.”

“They thought he was in the prison still and were searching. It wasn’t until they found the body they knew how he got out and exactly when. Hell they have pictures of him walking out of the gates.”

“Three hours.” Morgan’s voice is grim. He can imagine how much trouble he could generate in three hours and he wasn’t a sociopath.

“He hasn’t rented a car under either name. I’m doing face recognition on the rental places as well as the cameras at the train and bus station. Doing dmv searches of all vehicles for Macon, his associates, family and all the associates and family known on the dead guy.”

“This is his third strike. He has nothing to lose.”

Georgie’s voice is soft. “Yeah. That occurred to me too. Even if he didn’t kill the guy, if he just took advantage of the... unexpected demise to assume his identity– it’s an escape and that’s another felony.”

“He killed him.”

“I know.”

“How can I get on a plane with this going on?!” Morgan demands.

“How can you not?” Georgie counters. “A private plane isn’t going to get you to Miami any faster than the ticket you’ve got right in your hand.”

“I get on that plane and I’m the one in a cage.”

“You’ll have access to your electronics within half an hour. I’ll make sure you’re at the top of the queue and in the air as soon as possible.”

“I have to call Lisa.”

“Yeah, but she’s okay, Morgan. Three hours isn’t enough time to get from SingSing to Miami. You’ve got plenty of time to throw up the walls.”

“Yeah. That’s what I’d be doing in that half hour before I get my electronics back.” Morgan is now at the gate and the plane is already boarding. “Do me a favor, Aunt Georgie.”

“Anything, you know that.”

“Call Uncle Jason... and Mouse.”

“You got it, Morgan. I’ll tell Jason and Mouse both that you are going to let Lisa know. I’ll have updates from them when you call me back. That way you can give her the most updated information, okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks. Aunt Georgie.”

“Don’t worry... I’ll get you to the front of the line. You’ll be back in Miami in less than three hours.” She isn’t surprised when the only thing she hears is the click. What she hadn’t told Morgan is that if Macon was after Lisa or her mother and IF he had gotten on a plane straight away that his flight would only be about five hours– if he got all the right connections. He’d be arriving while Morgan is still on the plane from DC. Course that is only if he got all the right connections and if he was going after Lisa and her mother. Dirt bag logic would have Macon returning right here to Port Charles to take up the reins of his empire. Georgie takes a coin out of her pocket and flips it. “Tails it is.” She looks up the number and makes a quick call. “This is Georgie Jones of Scorpio investigations. I need to speak to Mouse. Wake him up if you have to.” The same time as the call is happening, Georgie gets a pip on her computer and opens it up. Mouse is sitting there with his back to the bank of monitors.

“What’s up, Georgie?”

Georgie hangs up the phone and leans in toward the computer screen. “Got a situation. It’ll be hitting the news in probably the next 15 minutes or so. Constantine Macon escaped from Sing Sing about three and... a half hours ago. Morgan already knows but he’s going to be stuck on a plane trying to get back to Miami.”

“He said that Macon had made threats against Lisa and her mother.”

“Told me the same thing. Could be that Macon was just trying to get her goat. Dirt bag logic...”

“He’s on his way back to PC.”

“Yeah.” Georgie nods. “But he could do a lot of damage and make a lot of people crazy if he got his hands on Lisa or her mother.”

“Oh you ain’t kidding there, angel.”

“Morgan is going to be wanting an update in a half hour when he’s legal to use his electronics again.”

“Where is he?”

“DC. Luckily he was already on his way back. I gave him the news at the airport so he’s not scrambling for a flight or looking for a private way back.” Georgie replies absently as she multitasks making sure that Morgan’s flight gets cuts to the front of the Queue. She nods. “He should be in the air in about 7 minutes. Checking in, in thirty.

“PC is pretty well split. But Jason Morgan has better resources up around the prison.”

Georgie holds up a coin and flips it. “Stan and Spinelli are my next call. Can I tell them you’re putting up a wall around Lisa and her mother?”

“Oh yeah. You can tell Morgan that too. There will be guards on Lisa and her mother in twenty minutes and a CSMC alert will be going out about two minutes after I talk to Anders. Mrs Pappas isn’t going to be a problem– one phone call from me or Baby and she’ll be on board. Lisa on the other hand...”

“Um, Lisa, I think there is a problem up at your place?” One of the other nurses sitting next to her chaise down by the pool eyes the furtive actions of a couple of guys wearing jackets when it’s 10 am and already over 90 degrees.

“Yeah. I think you’re right.” Lisa mutters. She is already reaching for her cell phone. This is going to be a call to Mouse to see who the hell Baby Ashton had pissed off now. Wearing a jacket in 90 plus degree weather isn’t a 911 offense but it ought to be. The cell phone rings in her hand. “Yeah, can I call you back; I need to make a call.”

“Lisa, don’t hang up.”

“Morgan? You calling from the plane? You know they rape you on the rates.”

“Lisa, please just shut up for a minute.”

“Excuse me?!” Lisa retorts this close to hanging up the phone.

“I’m sorry okay but Constantin Macon escaped from jail this morning. Shanked some guy who was due to be released and took his place.”

Suddenly the two guys going to her apartment have a totally different feel to them. Lisa puts two fingers to her lips and gives a piercing whistle to get their attention and then waves them down. “The two guys that were heading to my door?”

“CSMC. Mouse is already aware of the situation. My Aunt Georgie called me before I got on the plane but then called both Mouse and Uncle Jason’s guys.”

“She’s the private detective right?”

“Yeah. She’s been keeping an eye on the prison since my mom’s birthday when I told her about the problem.”

“What about my mom?”

“If you had two guys at your door than you know there are at least that many at your Mom’s. Tarpon Springs is actually tougher to reach than you. Miami is a straight shot from just about every airport in New York. I know you believe that Macon is going to come after you or your mother and believe me if I could make this plane go any faster I would.”

Because she know there is going to be one... “But...”

“Nobody other than us, and I mean Mouse, Aunt Georgie, maybe Uncle Jason maybe not, is going to believe that Macon is going to be coming after you or your mom.”

“They think he’ll head back to Port Charles.” Lisa nods. “Yeah, that makes sense; it’s why mom and I left remember. How long ago did he make a break for it?”

Morgan takes a second to catch his breath and to figure the math. “About four hours now.”

“So unless the son of a bitch has already got someone on me or my mom... and even then he’s about an hour away?”

“If he made every connection and had a plane waiting for him at the front gate which I think the CO’s would have noticed.”

Lisa laughs at that. “Okay so I have an hour to panic probably closer to three or four.”

“You know this is the time when I’m grateful for you being so stubborn about the baby.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing on the baby or the medical records has my name on it. The only connection between the two of us in the CSMC hotline and I don’t have a presence there that would draw attention.”

“What in the hell are you going around about?”

“Anything that has your name on it.... I want you to walk away. The apartment, the car just leave it there– just get in the car with those two guys and head to my place.”

“You want me to walk away from my job?”

“Just until Macon is back behind bars.”

“You know that is really going to screw my bonus.”

“If they screw with your bonus I’ll sue them okay? Please Lisa.”

“I’d say you owe me but I think it’s more like I owe you on this one.” Lisa mutters. “Don’t worry I’m good at packing.”

“Nothing is more important than you and the baby.”

“Yeah. Thanks for the reminder. If it isn’t packed in 15 minutes it stays behind.”

By that time the two guys from CSMC Miami have reached the pool side. Lisa’s friend takes a look at them and then at her new buddy in the traveling nurses program. “Do I want to know what the **** is going on?”

“No, you really don’t.” Lisa tells her as she gets to her feet and grabs her towel and sundries. “You don’t know anything and it’s better that way. Two guys showed up and I was out of here in 15 minutes. That’s all the information you should have. And don’t be alone.”

“I’m single not stupid.” The nurse retorts she gets to her feet too. She gives Lisa a hug. “Take care of you and the bun.”

Lisa pats her stomach. “Bunny and I will be just fine. I’ll give work a call. But basically there is a bad guy who may or may not want to be looking me up. Until I figure out which way it’s going to go I’m cut down all ties with things with my name on it including my phone. I’ll figure out a way to check my email and messages on the phone but unless I can figure a safe way to call you back....”

“Don’t.” The nurse nods.

“Hey Uncle Mac, anyway I can get you to come into the office early today? I already left a message for Lucky but who knows when he’ll get it. I have to go out of town.”

“What’s up, pumpkin?”

“You remember when Morgan came in for a consult about Constantin Macon?”

Mac groans. “The APB went out about 5 minutes ago.”

“Have you been listening to the scanner again? Nevermind– he’s up to about a 4 hour headstart.” Georgie shakes her head. “I know by gut that I don’t need to be down in Miami but I’d feel a hell of a lot better if I was.”

“Georgie, I don’t like it.”

“Yeah. But on the plus side everyone thinks Macon is heading back to Port Charles. That would be moving out of harms way for once.”

“Uh huh. Pull the other one, pumpkin.” Mac sighs. “Yeah. Leave a sign that says I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Keep in contact.”

“You know it.” Georgie nods and then giving him her love hangs up. Everything she is going to need is in a backpack and laptop case and she’d worked with Lucky Spencer long enough to always have one of those back packs handy whether it was home, the office or the car. Before locking down her computer she sends a message to her house to activate the security system. “Miami here I come.”

Unfortunately the next chapter isn't done yet so it can't be used as treat. And I don't wnat to offer a challenged chapter because you know... got to finish the next chapter. I do have something that is totally different and doesn't have a single GH character in it, if you really need something to read.

Here is the premise paragraph...

Every post apocalypse story has an even that wipes out 90% plus of the population. The question is how to do it? Jeremiah had a virus that hit anyone over puberty. Jericho used Nuke weapons. The Stand a bio virus, even Night of the Comet– cosmic dust. I like that one– hmm zombies that turned to dust after three days. In a lot of ways it’s the toughest part of the story... pick your plague– natural or man made. Okay so I picked Yellowstone going supervolano. Any takers?

Deb