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Chapter 35: Just a Little Further
Alex drove Jack back to his house that afternoon. She asked him why they were going there, but he refused to give a straight answer.
"What are you doing?" she demanded as they walked down into his basement.
Alex did not reply. He walked over to his bulletin board and stared at the notes and pictures for a moment. Then, suddenly, he began to tear them angrily off the wall. He grabbed a black trash bag and began to stuff the papers inside.
"We're getting out of this," he muttered under his breath.
Jack gave him a shocked and angry look.
"What? Alex, think about what you're doing."
"I have."
Alex picked up the bag he had filled and headed for the door.
"Alex!" yelled Jack, tears beginning to form in her eyes, "Remember what happened the last time you told them we were out? They hurt your son and killed my parents!"
Alex paused, his hand on the doorknob, and glanced back at her briefly. He hesitated, but opened the door anyway and started to walk out.
Suddenly, he jerked his head up. Bill Kim was walking down the basement stairs.
"Going somewhere, Alex?" he asked, coolly.
Alex froze in horror.
"I don't know…am I?"
Kim laughed, "Come on, you know I don't like to get my hands dirty."
He glared at Alex, and then slipped past him into the room. He glanced at Jack and gave her a brief nod. Jack nodded back, curtly, then avoided his gaze.
Alex closed the door behind Kim and turned to face him.
"Surprising the things a man will do when properly motivated," he said, "Wasn't it you who told me that?"
Suddenly, Alex got in Kim's face and snarled angrily.
"You know I would kill you if I knew it would give me an ounce of peace."
Kim only smiled.
"And what would give you peace, Alex?"
"We've been able to hold it together through all of this," interjected Jack, "We were able to keep going because there was light at the end of the tunnel."
"A life at the end of the tunnel," added Alex, "For me, my son…Jack. And now what? Do you see my son? Jack and I are still prisoners to The Company. What have you done? What have you given us? You took her parents…what else are you going to do to us?"
Jack was startled to hear Alex include her in his "life at the end of the tunnel." She could not help but smile slightly at the thought.
"What if I told you that there was something that could turn that light back on?" asked Kim, "What would you say?"
"I'd say that's the same offer you made when you dragged me into this," sneered Alex, "And look where it's gotten me. They're going to drag us before the public. They're going to prosecute us like murderers. There's evidence, really hard, tangible evidence, that you can't take away."
"You're right," said Kim, "But I can help you two get away. And at this point, I don't think you have any other options…Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell was apprehended in Mexico."
"Oh let me guess," said Jack, voice dripping with sarcasm, "You want him dead?"
"No. There's been…a change in strategy. We're going to need him alive. I'm talking about a real finish line here. You've come so far."
"How much further would we have to go?" asked Alex, skeptically.
"For this, you only have to go to Panama."
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Later after Bill Kim left the house…
Alex fell asleep on his desk. Jack glanced over at him. She wondered whether to wake him up or not, and decided against it. He was dead tired. Let him rest.
She walked over and ran a hand through his tousled hair. She smiled sadly and walked over to another chair near the bulletin board.
Just then, Alex's cell phone rang, startling him out of his sleep. He checked the caller ID and sighed with relief.
"Hello…Lang?"
"What's going on?" asked Lang, quietly, "There are all kinds of suits over here going through your office and Jack's desk."
Alex gritted his teeth.
"I'll explain later."
"Alright," said Lang, obviously not satisfied with the answer, "Did you get the fax?"
"No, why?" he asked as he whirled around in his chair and leaned over towards the fax machine, "What do you got?"
"Sent information on Christina Rose you might find interesting," she replied, "Looks like she was commissioned about four months before Scofield robbed that bank, by a builder in Panama named Alparo Vozquez."
"You've got to be kidding me…"
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Later that evening, Jack and Alex sat in the airport waiting for their flight to be called.
Alex was typing away on his Blackberry.
"What are you doing?" asked Jack, curiously.
"Typing to Scofield on Telling him it's from Sucre and that I'll see him tomorrow."
Jack smiled, "Nice touch. Using Scofield's best friend against him."
Alex smiled back at her.
Just then, their flight was called over the intercom system.
Alex glanced back down at his Blackberry and murmured under his breath.
"See you soon, Michael."