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Chapter One: The Escape

It's roughly two hours after sunset over the California State Prison in National City.

Here, James Olsen is being loaded with three other prisoners on to a bus where they've being transferred to the infamous San Quentin State Prison.

That's where James will be waiting for his fate.

That's where he will be executed by Lethal Injection for the murder of his wife, Lucy Lane. A murder he claims he didn't commit, saying that an one-armed man did it instead.

But the jury ruled against him based on lack of evidence of his claim and a 9-1-1 call of his dying wife calling his name with her dying breath.

Two hours later.

"How far are we?" asked one of the guards.

"About 20 miles. We should be there very soon." replied the other guard.

"Good, can't wait to get rid of these scumbags. Hey, you think we can get something to eat when we get there?"

"I hope so man, I'm starving!"

While the guards went on about that, James noticed that the other prisoners were planning something. That's when one of the prisoners began to make choking sounds and began to foam at the mouth.

"Hey, somebody help him!" yelled the inmate sitting behind James.

"Hey, man we've got to do something!" shouted one of guards as he began to stand up.

"Hey, what are doing?!" yelled out the guard. "We're almost to the prison!"

"Come on man, the guy's foaming at the mouth." he said back while heading to the prisoner.

Before the guard reached towards the prisoner, James saw that he had a sharp object hidden in his sleeve.

"Hey, you okay?" ask the guard before being stabbed in the chest.

"Son of Bitch!" the other guard yelled out before grabbing a shotgun and shooting the prisoner dead.

That's when the inmate two seats in front of James tries to grab the gun from the guard. They both struggle to keep their hands on the gun when the guard accidentally shoots the driver. This causes the bus to turn left onto the rail and falls down a hill and lands on train-tracks below.

James, both the guards, and the inmate behind James all survived. The other prisoner was shot before the fall happened.

"Oh, God!" shouted the wounded guard.

"Oh, Shit!" yelled the other guard before turning to James. "Olsen! Give me a hand here!"

"Unlock me first!" James yelled back.

The guard threw the keys to James and once he got out of the cuffs they all heard something in the distance. The sound kept coming towards them. They all look out the window on the right side and see a train heading straight for them.

"OH MY GOD!" The guard shouted.

"Give me a hand!" yelled James.

"THE HELL WITH YOU OLSEN, I'M OUT OF HERE!" the guard exclaimed before jumping out the front window.

"Mike, help me carry him!" James ordered the other inmate.

"KISS MY ASS JIMMY-BOY!" Mike yelled out before jumping out the back window.

The train was getting closer to the bus. James had to act fast before it was the too late. He grabbed the guard and pushed him out of the window on the left and the guard rolled down to the bottom of the hill.

'God, I hope he isn't dead.' he thought to himself.

Just before the train slammed into the bus, James jumped out of the same window and runs as the train begins to derail.

James tries to find the keys so he can unlock his leg-irons. That's when Mike walks up to him and hands him back the keys.

"Thanks." James said while unlocking the leg-irons.

"No problem man." Mike replied.

Before Mike walked away, James called out to him and said, "Hey, Mike. Good luck."

Mike smiled and replied back, "Same to you, man."

As soon as Mike was gone, James began to run the opposite direction. He knew that the authorities are gonna be searching for him once they realize that he's not actually dead. This was most likely his only chance that he'll get to find the truth to his wife's murder. His only chance to prove to them that he's completely innocent from this crime. His only chance to be free again.

An Hour and A Half Later

At the crash site, a lot of local and state police are investigating what happened when a car with US Government on the license plates drives up. Stepping out of the car is Kara Danvers and her squad of fellow Deputy US Marshals, which include her sister Alex, Alex's girlfriend Maggie Sawyer, her best friend Lena Luthor, and their newest recruit Winn Schott.

They walked over to the crash site to find the man in charge of the investigation.

"Excuse me, mam no one is al-" one of the local officers began to inform them, but got cut off mid-sentence when Kara flashed her badge in his face.

"Good evening sir, where can we find the one who's in charge here?" Kara asked him.

"You want Sheriff Rawlins, he's over there interviewing the guard who survived the crash." the officer told them while pointing to the large crowd.

"Thank you." Kara said to the officer then to turn to Lena and Winn and began barking orders to them. "Lena, I want you and Winn to go down to the bottom of that hill and see if y'all can find anything interesting."

While Lena and Winn went to the bottom of the hill to investigate, Kara and the rest of her squad went to the crowd where the guard was telling the Sheriff what happened.

"The Bus rolled down hill until it got here on the tracks, then that's when we heard the train coming and I know I had to act fast. So, I grabbed my partner and pushed him out the window before I jumped out myself. I really don't remember what after that. I guessed I passed out or something." The guard finished up.

"That's very brave of you sir." said the Sheriff. "You both could've been killed."

"Well he's my partner, he would do the same for me." the guard replied.

"Excuse me Sheriff, I'm Deputy United States Marshall Kara Danvers. And I'd like to talk to a-" Kara began to ask the Sheriff before he rudely interrupted her, "I'll be with you in just a minute."

"Okay." Kara replied slightly annoyed.

Sheriff Rawlins turns back to the guard with some paperwork and asks, "Just for the record theses three are dead current?"

"Yes, sir." answered the guard.

"And this man as well?" asked the Sheriff while holding a picture of James Olsen.

"Everything happened so fast, I don't think he made it."

Rawlins turns back to Kara and says with pride and stupid looking smirk on his face, "Well, mam I guess you came all the way up here for nothing."

"With all due respect, Sheriff." Kara began, "I'd like to recommend placing checkpoints on a 15 mile radius on I-57 and I-24. And also-"

The Sheriff interrupts again, "Woa, Woa, Woa, all the prisoners are dead. All checkpoints are gonna do is make everybody panic and flood my office with calls."

"Well shit Sheriff, I guess I'll just have to take over your investigation." Kara told him.

"Under what authority?" asked the Sheriff.

"The Governor of California and the US Marshall's office; Southern District of California." She informed him.

"Okay, if you jurisdiction over this mess. Fine by me." Rawlins said in frustration before gathering his officers and informing them, "Alright boys, gather around and listen up. We are shutting it down here. Little Miss Wyatt Earp is here to mop it all up for us."

"Wyatt Earp huh? Very funny." she said sarcastically.

That's when Lena comes up and hands Kara prisoner leg-irons, "Hey Kar, look what we found."

"Well, Well, Well! Lookie what we got here!" Kara exclaims while holding the leg-irons to the guards face, "You know we're always interested when we find leg-irons without any legs in them. Who had the keys?"

"I had them." the guard told her.

"And where are the keys now, sir?"

"I-I don't know."

"Sir, would care to revise your statement? Alex asked him.

"What?" he asked.

"Would you like to change your Bullshit story, sir?" Kara asked him.

While looking at the picture of James Olsen the guard says, "He might of got out."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" Rawlins yelled out. "A minute ago you said he was part of the wreckage and now you're saying that he might of got out?!"

Before the Sheriff continued his rant Kara began barking orders to everyone. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen listen up! We have a fugitive who's been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot-speed over uneven ground barring injury is four miles per-hour. That should give us a radius of six miles. What I want out of y'all is a hard target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, out-house, hen-house, and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up in 15 miles. Lastly, your fugitive's name is James Olsen. Go get him!"