5

It’s midday, two days later since Stefan had given Nikolas the necessary items to bug Helena’s yacht. Keeping the small wires hidden in his long coat he wore, he slips onto his grandmother’s yacht, a ready accuse ready. He quickly attaches the mics onto the bottom half of the lower top railing. Then he sneak into Helen’s elegantly designed office to attach the mic, under her desk.

"Grandmother!" He calls, just to make his story believeable. "Grandmother! Are you here?!"

No answer. So he slips into the empty bedroom. He has just gotten done attaching the mics to the bottome of her dresser and sliping out the door when he runs directly into his grandmother.

"Nikolas! I thought I heard you calling me," Helena widely smiles, happy to see her estranged grandson. "What a delightful surprise!"

"Hello grandmother," Nikolas nods. "I was looking for you."
"So I see. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Nikolas bows his head and squeezes some tears out of his eyes. "Well as you know…my brother Lucky…he’s dead and so is Elizabeth. It opened my eyes. I mean…Lucky…we hated each other for so long and everytime I think of him dying and us not working things out like we did…it just made me see how precious our family is and that we should not hold grudges against them but forgive them their trespasses and let them know how much they mean to us. I never told Lucky how much I loved him, but thank god we made peace this fall and I began showing my true feelings…or…I don’t know what my reaction would be."

"Oh Nikolas, my poor child," Helena embraces her grandson and smiles in satisfaction when he couldn’t see. Her plan had brought out some unexpected results. Results that she liked very much. Nikolas was now receptive of her. She would have him under her control in no time and together him and his brother will bring Luke Spencer to his knees.

"Forgive me my hateful attitude all these years towards you grandmother! I’m truly sorry!" Nikolas sniffs, trying to hold back his revulsion at her embrace.

"All is forgiven my love. Now go back to your lovely cottage and rest. I’ll drop by later with some tea and scones. We’ll have a lovely time," Helena pats his hand.

Nikolas smiles and wipes away his tears. "Yes grandmother. Thank you."

Helena watches her grandson leaves and turns to Andreas. "Ah Andreas, this is a happy day. Come to my room and bring me my best champagne. This day is a day to celebrate. My grandson is letting me into his life."

Nikolas runs into his cottage and grins when he hears Helena’s humming feeling his living room. "It’s working!" He exclaims in glee.

"It’s only a matter of time," Emily nods. "Quick thinking on the yacht."

"Good thing we came up with that cover story," Nikolas nods.

"Oh Andreas, what a wonderful day," Helena sighs feels the room. "I have my ammunition to bring down Luke Spencer and my grandson is now puddy in my hands."

"Aha! Did you hear that?!" Nikolas stands up. "She admited it!"

"When?" Emily looks at him confused.

Nikolas rolls his eyes. "Emily, she just now said that she had the perfect ammunition to bring down Luke Spencer…what better ammo than his recently departed son?"

"We need her to come out and say that she has Lucky to be absolutely sure Nikolas. For all we know she can be talking about a shipment of guns," Emily remains calm. "Be patient. If she has them, we’ll find out."

"Lucky may not have time for us to be patient Em!"

"Well we don’t have much of a choice now do we?" Emily places her hands on her hips. "Now quiet so we can listen to some more."

"Madame, Faison called. He said you are needed at the compound," Andreas replies.

"Whatever for? Can’t he handle things himself?"

"He says this requires you direct attention."
"Very well. Get the get fired up for Greece. If our young charges are giving Faison trouble they will be sorry."

"Emily!" Nikolas exclaims excited.

"Nikolas?"

"She has them. I know she does! We have to go to Greece!"

"Greece? Nikolas…are you sure that’s where she’s keeping Liz and Lucky? That it’s even Liz and Lucky she’s talking about?"

"It has to be."

"But where in Greece?"

"The old warehouse my grandfather owned of course! He has to be there. I’ll borrow the Cassadine jet. We leave as soon as possible to bring Liz and Lucky home!"

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