I run as fast as I can possibly go and I can here the police officers and dogs on our tails. I finally catch up with the others where we all catch our breath. I hunch over but stand straight back up when I here a loud rattling sound and a train whistle. "What the hell is that?" I ask as I walk over to a clearing in the trees to look out. My eyes open wide at this extraordinary opportunity. "All we gotta do is make it to the other side!" I yell to the group and Lincoln, C-Note and Abruzzi take off first. Michael Sucre and I fallow closely behind.
Abruzzi, C-note and Lincoln make over the tacks before the train passes a point, but unfortunately the train picks up speed and Sucre, Michael and I can't make it in front of the train. "We gotta go through!" Michael yells. The three of us get closer to the train and Michael helps me into an open carriage. Sucre quickly fallows and directs me to jump out the other side. I stand up and make my way to the other side of the train car. At the cars edge I back up slightly to get a running start and jump.
I land hard on the ground and roll in the direction of the trees. I stand up and begin to run in the direction where the others ran. I soon come to a clearing where we all catch our breath and wait for Michael and Sucre who aren't that far behind. Once Michael and Sucre join us Sucre pants "Ah, I thought I thought this out. I thought… you saw all those guys back there?"
"The key is they're back there, and we're up here," Michael says as he takes a seat on a rock beside me. "How's the ankle?"
"It hurts like hell - but I will manage," I smile up at him. Michael pulls me into a hug and I lean my head on his shoulder.
"Don't think I don't know where you were going Scofield," C-Note huffs as Michael and I break apart.
"And where am I going?" Michael asks seeming annoyed.
"Oh, I don't know… Utah? When were you planning on telling us about the money, man?" C-Note continues.
"What money?" I ask Michael extremely interested in the matter. Michael doesn't answer so C-note explains for him. "The five million dollars that Westmoreland planted in the desert in Utah,"
"You don't know what you're talking about,"Michale huffs before helping me up off the ground and leading me to the end of a near by fishing doc where Lincoln sits.
"We gotta dump them now," Lincoln says referring to the others.
"Can't. They know about Utah. If they get caught, the feds will know exactly where we're going. They'll tell em. We've just gotta make sure they stay afloat, till we're off in Utah. Doing what we gotta do," Michael sighs his head in his hands. I rub my hand up and down his back trying to comfort him in his time of frustration. "I figure that once we bag it, we cross over into Mexico. Take a whole bunch of bumpy second-class bus rides till we hit Panama,"
"You really got a fix on this dive shop thing, huh?" Lincoln asks.
"Right now I wouldn't mind swinging in a hammock for the next ten, twenty years," Michael chuckles.
"We got half the country after us. We aint making it to Panama or Utah. Not without help," Lincoln says. "We don't have money, clothes-"
"I already got all that," Michael cuts in. "We got everything we need," Michael says as he holds up his left wrist where tattooed in black ink says 'Ripe Chance Woods'. We get up from the dock and head bacl towards land. We up with the other three guys and they ask for updates of what we are doing. "We're going somewhere we can stop being cons, start being civilians,"
C-Note goes to say something but Michael just walks away. We all fallow Michael through the wood and to a road. We look up and down the road to see a car parked on the side. The six of us bolt over the car and hop in. Luckily the keys are in the ignition and we begin to drive down the road. "Hold on. Where we going?" I ask as Lincoln turns right.
"Oswego," Michael replies.
"But that's West man, we need to go East. My family's back in Chicago!" C-Note exclaims.
"And you think the cops don't know about it? You think they're not just sitting there waiting for you to come running back home? What's the matter with you?" I ask sternly.
"What about New York? My girl's pregnant, bro!" Sucre whines.
"Oswego is not on the way, Snowflake!" C-Note growls.
"It's not where Oswego is; it's what's in Oswego," Michael says sternly and the conversation ends.
We soon arrive in a cemetery in Oswego and Michael leads us to a shed. Michael enters the shed and exits with multiple shovels. He hands one out to everyone and he leads us across the grave yard and to a grave stone with 'RIP E. Chance Woods' engraved upon it. He jabs his shovel into the ground and begins to dig. We do the same.
"Somebody is going to see us," C-Note says as he glances around nervously. We continue to give until we hit multiple black garbage bags. We climb out of the hole and Michael lifts them out. He rips the bags open and begins to pull out cloths. "Originally this was supposed to be a weeks worth of clothes for me and Linc. But, uh, I figured you all need just as much help as we do, so-" Michael says and tosses cloths at everyone. "It's like I said. We gotta stop being cons, and start being civilians,"
"Mona your gonna have to make things work," Michael laughs and I nod. I pull a white dress shirt out of the bag and get an idea. I take off my blue prison shirt revealing my black tank top underneath and the shank scare on my shoulder. I pull on the white shirt leaving all of the buttons undone and rolling the sleeves up to my elbows. I dig back into the back until I pull out a pair of jeans and a brown belt. With a sharp edge of a shovel I trim the pants down into shorts. I pull them over my shaven legs and tighten them around my hips with the belt. I look down at my self and damn do I look good for a woman who just broke out of prison and is wearing mans cloths.
"Guys, guys, guys! We've got company!" Sucre points out. We round up everything and hide behind the near by trees. From there we watch as a FBI agent walks from his SUV to the hole we had just dug. "Guys, we gotta roll," Sucre say as he jumps up to leave. Everyone fallows him but Michael and I who stay to observe the man. Michael and I watch as the man studies the grave and looks at his surroundings.
"Michael The only way we're all gonna avoid begin captured by this guy is if I lead him away," I breath deeply.
"No, Mona You can't," Michael protests as he hold me close to him.
"I have to Michael. It's the only way. I'll lead him away from you and Lincoln and meet you in Utah. I promise I'll be alright," I say as I look deeply into his eyes. Our faces grows closer together and our lips meet - for only just second. I pull back. "I should go to make sure either of us have a chance," He nods and gives me one more quick hug.
I take a deep breath before sprinting out of the brush and back out into the cemetery. I hear the man scream my name and begin to chase after me. I lead him down a highway until it leads to a bridge. This is where I will hopefully loose him for good. I climb up the side of the bridge and stand on its railing. I take a quick glance over my shoulder at the man before I leap up off the bridge and into the raging water bellow.