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Looking through the binoculars, Lincoln Burroughs squinted at the small dot on the horizon. He was alone in a small deserted shack in the New Mexican desert; the rendesvoux he, Sucre and Michael had agreed on. From there they were to have taken a private plane to Panama. But Michael had never shown. Telling Sucre to go on without them, Lincoln had watched the plane take off with a sense of dread. Now what?
The dot on the horizon was getting closer, and Lincoln's instinct went into overdrive. He hoped it was Michael, but was prepared to fight or run, if it weren't. Squinting, Lincoln held his breath, not believing what he saw.
Michael held Sara's limp body tight against his chest. Her face was pale, her eyes closed and cheeks sunken. Kellerman hadn't killed her, but Michael was very sure he was going to finish the other man's job. Michael could see the outline of a vacant shack several yards ahead. This was where he was supposed to have met his friends; but he didn't expect them to be there now. Sara moaned in his arms, and Michael glanced down at her again.
"Hang on
sweetheart," he whispered, fixing his gaze on the shack.
"We're almost to shelter." Never breaking stride, and daring not
to look away from his destination, Michael kept walking steadily on.
Lincoln couldn't believe his eyes. His brother Michael was walking toward the shack, clutching Sara tightly in his arms. Lincoln shook his head, anger clouding his eyes. The other man in the room stood, walking toward Lincoln.
"What is it, son?" He asked, and Lincoln glanced quickly at him.
"Your son approaches," Lincoln replied, handing the binoculars off
"The other man took the binocs and stared at Michael as he drew nearer the shack.
His heart began to pound; he hadn't seen Michael in ages, and he was afraid of what his son's reaction would be.
"Who's the woman?" he asked, and Lincoln replied,
"Dr. Sara Tancredi; she left the door open at Fox River." he explained, and ran out of the shack and toward his brother.
Michael saw Lincoln running toward him, and he quickened his pace, hoping and praying Sara would live through this. The sun was hot, and even though the shack was just an empty shell, it would provide relief from the burning rays. Lincoln drew up next to his brother.
"What happened?" he asked, genuine concern on his face as he stared at Sara.
"She had a run in with Kellerman." Michael looked around them.
"You should've been gone hours ago." He said, walking on.
"Yeah well, I thought about it," Lincoln said, adding,
"But I told Sucre to go on; we'd catch up to him later. I didn't know what the hell had happened with you." He glanced again at Sara, and led his brother wordlessly to the shelter.
Michael had no idea what was waiting for him in the shack and as he stepped inside, he didn't notice his dad standing in the corner. Michael's eyes never left Sara's face, and his mind was racing. How were they going to get to Panama now? He'd screwed up the whole plan by going after Sara. But she'd needed him, and he'd go back to Fox River in a second, if it meant that Sara was away from Kellerman. Squatting, he gently laid Sara on the floor, using his canteen to rest her head upon. Lincoln darted a glance at his dad, then spoke low.
"Michael,
there's something I need to tell you," he said, but Michael shook
his head, checking Sara's pulse.
"It can wait, Linc;" he
said.
"Right now, we've got to get her some water, maybe some food, and get her well enough to travel." Even as he said the words, he felt it was impossible.
"My car is around back," a strange man's voice said, causing Michael to jump up and spin around.
His eyes rested on the man he'd not seen for years, and Michael's jaw stiffened. He shot a glance toward Lincoln and back to his father.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his eyes narrowed and his hands curled into fists.
Lincoln stepped in between the two men, grabbing Michael by the upper arms.
"Listen to me, Michael. He's got a car; we can get out of here and head toward the border. I didnt' want to tell you but-" His explanation was cut off by the sound of an approaching vehicle.
