p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"It took some maneuvering, but he got through. Now there was nothing but rusty, wet pipes. To get out, he'd have to carefully climb down each one until he reached the bottom. He checked his watch: thirty minutes until bed checks, so he had to hurry. Walking carefully along a large pipe, he grabbed hold of a smaller one and began his descent./p
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p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanBella packed a sweat suit she'd bought for Michael, some shoes and toiletries. She was nervous and in a hurry. She knew where the river was, but didn't know where exactly Michael would be. She zipped the duffle bag, grabbed her car keys, and got in her car. Before starting the engine, she thought momentarily about them getting caught. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and started the car./p
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p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanMichael was now in the air duct. He had to get through two doors to be free. Thankfully he had a key card. He prayed that it would work, and luckily, it did. He swiped the key at the second door and ran as fast as he could. He made it to the fence, pulled out wire cutters from his bag, and cut a small hole, just large enough to squeeze through. Once he was out, he ran as fast as his feet would let him. He ran like the wind until he made it to the river. There he stopped running and walked along the riverbank to rest. He stripped off his clothes and washed in the river, put his boxers back on, and kept running./p
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p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanShe exhaled quickly when she saw him, real flesh and blood, now running towards her. She held her arms out and he slammed into her, holding her close. "Oh thank God," Bella said. Michael looked around. "We have to get out of here em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"now/em."/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanBella nodded, and they both got in the car. Figuring there was no way anyone would find him at her house, that's where they headed. Freezing, Michael put onspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanthe sweat suit Bella had gotten for him. He let out a huge breath of air: he was physically worn out. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep as Bella drove home./p
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p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe showered and came out of the bathroom in a towel. Bella stared at him. His entire upper body and arms were covered in tattoos./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI'll take the sofa," he said, but Bella said no. She stood up and walked to him, touched his chest. Her breathing became ragged, as did his./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanShe looked up at him, and then he kissed her, hard. He hadn't been intimate with anyone since his wife Sara died nine years ago./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I almost forgot how to do this," he said with a laugh, but Bella reassured him. "It's okay. I'll show you how."/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanShe kissed him and he put his arms around her, silently thanking God that he made it out and was safe, and free. Soon, though, there would be TV reports, magazine headlines, newspaper articles, all about Michael Scofield, the tyrant who escaped two prisons. He put those thoughts out of his mind and let his towel drop to the floor. He began taking Bella's shirt off, and she stared at him. He was beautiful./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe rubbed her bare chest, ran his fingers along her lace bra, and instinctively unhooked it. He kissed her there, and she exhaled: this was heaven./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe laid her on the bed and unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them free. Next, her underwear and bra, and there they were, both naked, both nervous, and anxious./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe entered her quickly and she let out a sigh; it felt like he was made for her./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe moved slowly, and then began to move faster, and Bella came quickly. Michael came a few minutes later, and he kissed her, gently this time. He moved to her side and they lay bare and free. She traced her fingers along his tattoos. He told her when he got each one, what they stood for. What they still stood for./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I have to tell you something," he said finally./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What?" Bella asked, her voice calm, soothing./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanMichael paused: he needed to tell her, but he was afraid of her reaction./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I have to leave the country. It's the only way I can be free."/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanBella looked at him and was quiet for a while./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanMichael began to internally panic./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay."/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay?" Michael sighed and smiled, kissing her./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanShe laid her head on his chest, listened to his heartbeat./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe ran his fingers through her soft hair, placing light kisses on her forehead./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I think I'm in love with you," he whispered, and Bella looked at him, tried to hold back her tears./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I love you, too."/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanLincoln Burrows couldn't believe what he was seeing. All the news channels were saying that Michael Scofield had escaped from prison for the second time./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanTears welled in his eyes; tears of joy./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHis brother was free, and he had to find him./p
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