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!"