General Hospital spoilers reveal a heart-pounding sequence of events that leaves two agents bleeding, one key witness in danger, and the hunt for a shadowy assassin spiraling out of control. What starts as a routine surveillance mission for Josslyn Jacks and her WSB partner Vaughn takes a deadly turn — one that could change the outcome of their entire operation.

The sun was warm over Croatia’s Dalmatian coast, and to anyone watching, Joss looked like just another tourist relaxing in the chic outdoor lounge of the Five Poppies resort. But the dark sunglasses and casual stance were all part of her cover. Every subtle movement was calculated. She wasn’t here for cocktails — she was here on a WSB assignment alongside Vaughn. Their mission: locate Britt Westbourne, confirm her identity, and find out who she was meeting.

Across the patio, Vaughn blended in effortlessly, chatting easily with guests and scanning the crowd without looking suspicious. When Joss caught the subtle tilt of his head, she knew the signal — he’d spotted Britt. Their target was by the infinity pool, looking every bit the relaxed socialite, not the fugitive connected to a black-market network smuggling dangerous medical tech.

Vaughn moved in, his easy charm drawing Britt into conversation. Joss stayed back, pretending to scroll on her phone, but tension twisted in her gut. Vaughn’s rapport with Britt was necessary for the mission — but watching it unfold in real time wasn’t easy. The WSB needed Britt’s trust, and Vaughn was playing his part perfectly.

When Britt left the pool area, Vaughn lingered behind. Joss took the chance to head to their suite for camera equipment — and that’s when everything went wrong.

As soon as she opened the door, Joss froze. Vaughn was on the floor, locked in a desperate struggle with a masked man who had a cord wrapped tightly around his neck. The attacker’s grip was relentless, Vaughn’s face turning pale. Instinct kicked in. Joss drew her concealed pistol and shouted for the man to stop.

But the fight was chaotic, Vaughn’s body blocking her shot. Her pulse pounded as she squeezed the trigger — and horror struck when Vaughn flinched, his side blooming red. She’d hit him instead of the strangler.

The attacker wasted no time, dragging Vaughn upright as a shield. In one smooth motion, he drew his own gun and fired. Joss felt the impact tear through her shoulder, knocking her back hard. Pain radiated white-hot through her arm as she struggled to stay conscious. The assailant bolted just as footsteps thundered down the hall.

Jason Morgan burst into the suite seconds later, scanning the room before rushing to Joss and Vaughn’s sides. He barked orders into his phone — medics, security lockdown, every exit sealed. His tone was urgent but calm, a sharp contrast to the chaos in the room.

As resort medical teams arrived, Jason called Carly. The moment she heard “Joss is hurt,” her voice turned clipped and determined: “Keep her alive. I’m on my way.”

Meanwhile, the attacker was gone, vanishing into the maze-like corridors of the resort. Jason gave chase, following faint signs of movement — a door ajar, a smear of blood — until he spotted a motorbike speeding away into the narrow streets.

At the clinic, Joss drifted in and out of consciousness, guilt gnawing at her. She replayed the moment she pulled the trigger, realizing she’d shot Vaughn. His voice was weak, but his message was clear: “Britt’s the key.”

Upstairs in her suite, Britt was pacing, rattled. Vaughn’s poolside charm had set off alarms in her head, and now she knew why. Someone had tried to kill him — and possibly her. When Jason appeared at her door, he didn’t mince words: “You’re next.” Britt resisted, but a sniper’s bullet snapping past the window erased any doubt. She was coming with him.

Jason hustled her through the back passages toward the marina, where they boarded a small boat. Britt warned him that her enemies were powerful, connected to politicians, doctors, and possibly even the WSB itself. They were moving illegal biotech, and she had seen too much.

Back in town, Carly reached the clinic to find Joss pale but alive. She was furious and determined to protect her daughter. Vaughn, though injured, was already piecing things together — a cleaner named Rasco was in Croatia, and that meant Britt had a kill order on her. Worse, communications around the marina were jammed, cutting off any warning to Jason.

Out on the water, Jason felt the dead comm link and knew trouble was close. A speedboat emerged from the shadows, armed men aboard. They wanted Britt alive, but Jason wasn’t about to let them take her. A fast, brutal fight left their attackers down and Jason at the wheel of the faster vessel, steering toward an old smuggler’s inlet.

Safe — for now — Jason sent Carly a short encrypted message. But everyone knew Rasco wouldn’t give up. He’d come again, harder.

Hours later at a secluded hillside villa, Jason, Britt, Carly, Joss, and Vaughn gathered to plan their next move. Britt had the names of everyone involved in the biotech network, but speaking them aloud would be a death sentence. Carly suggested making Britt too public to kill — a coordinated global data drop.

Britt revealed she had proof stored in a locker at the resort. That meant one thing: they had to go back. Under the cover of darkness, Jason and Vaughn slipped in. Joss, still wounded, monitored the feeds from a van, Carly feeding them intel.

They reached the locker — and found Rasco waiting. Another vicious fight ended with him unconscious and the drive in their hands. Minutes later, its contents were uploading to multiple secure servers, names and evidence flooding into the light where no one could bury them.

As dawn broke, Britt admitted her enemies would still come. Jason agreed — but now they’d have to do it where the whole world could see. For the first time in days, the group allowed themselves a moment of quiet relief. They had survived. The truth was out.

But in the narrow streets below, a man watched the villa through binoculars. Lowering them, he spoke into a phone: “They think it’s over. Tell Rasco to get ready.”

The war wasn’t over. It was only just beginning.