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Chapter 21
It was seconds when Lincoln started to gain consciousness. His head was pounding, holding his palm against the side of his head he looked up to see Jane holding a gun at him. How could she do this, he never thought for a second she could be the mole. He trusted her, Michael trusted her. His thoughts turned to Michael. "Michael can't be dead. Not after everything we had been through." Linc remembered Michael last words, "Don't let her get away." He wouldn't let Michael down.
Catching her off guard Linc swung his leg out and tripped Jane. Causing her to fall back on her back with a loud thud. Lincoln quickly crawled over to her and grabbing the gun he pinned her down. She tried to struggled but it was no use, he was too strong. She tried to question herself as to why she hadn't tried to play Michael instead of Lincoln into falling for her. That way she may have had a chance. Michael would have been shot in the alley and be here resting and not Lincoln.
Linc growled at her "What did you do to Michael and Sara!" He pointed the gun at Jane's forehead. Jane smiled at him, showing she wasn't afraid of him. With a small laugh she answered. "I locked them and Sucre in a room with no way out and a bomb inside the room with them. I'm sure you can fill in the blanks." She wasn't showing any signs of fear. "Their probably nothing but pink mist now."
"YOU BITCH!!" Linc yelled. He grabbed her and dragged her across the floor and handcuffed her to Sara's radiator. He then gags her with a rag from the kitchen.
Once finished with her, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Michael's number. "Please Michael, pick up pick up!" he begged into the phone but only got his voice mail.
Hanging up Linc moved to the sofa. As he sat down, he rubbed his hands over his eyes. This couldn't be how it ends. Michael and him had been through so much. Michael had always looked up to Linc and Linc always tried to protect his little brother making sure nothing happened to him. Within a deep sigh Lincoln blamed himself for Michael's fate. "If I hadn't got Michael involved in the case in the first place Michael would still be here" he thought to himself. They're job was to protect Sara, but no that wasn't enough for him, he put her endanger when he wasn't satisfied with his assignment he was given and now she was gone too.
Standing up he started to pace the room. Jane had her eye on him the whole time. Reaching for his phone Linc tried Michael's number again, but got the same result. No answer. "Damn it!" he was getting frustrated and threw the cell phone across the room. Jane let out a muffled laugh due to the gag over her mouth. Linc gave her an angry stare, wanting to do nothing more then wipe that smirk off her face. Walking towards her, he asks angrily "Who are you working for?" Jane just continues to smile. Growing impatient Linc roughly pulls the gag off her mouth and puts his hand around her neck and making it hard for her to breath. He asks again except this time he yells. "WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR??"
Jane still says nothing. He pulls the gag up on her mouth again and strolls into the kitchen. Linc leans over the kitchen table trying to regain control of himself. He wasn't sure how but he vowed he would find all the people involved in killing Michael and Sara.