"I know the way out!" The man said, as we ran out of the access door, we jumped into his SUV and drove away.
"Who are you?" I asked, after a little while of driving.
"I used to work for the president" He responded.
"Why are you helping us?" Michael asked.
"Lay down on the floor. Now" He ordered, and I saw a roadblock ahead, so Michael and I squished together to effectively lie down.
"Federal Agent. Let me through" I heard the man said.
"Air support is telling us that they saw your vehicle traveling alone down Route 46" The officer said.
"46 is a possible exit route for the convicts. I was securing it"
"No offence, sir, but we're searching every vehicle"
"No offence, you either let me through or you get me a supervisor"
"I'm supervising this roadblock, Agent Kellerman. I'm sorry, but I need you to get out of the vehicle" Kellerman got out of the car, and I got nervous. Michael took my hand and I felt a little better.
I couldn't hear what was being said outside, but Kellerman got back in the car and we drove off, so I assumed everything went okay.
"You still haven't answered my question" Michael said, as we all sat up again.
"Why am I helping you? Because the enemy of my enemy is my friend" He responded.
"You said something about taking down the president. I assume you have a plan" I said.
"I do" I sat back against the seats, feeling somewhat better, Michael remained leaning against Lincoln's seat.
All of a sudden, Lincoln pounced on the man hitting him over the head, the man hit the breaks. Lincoln jumped out and grabbed the driver out of his seat, Michael and I got out the car as well.
"Get up!" He pointed his gun at the man's head. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out!"
"Because I can give you the one thing that's gonna set you free. I know where Terrence Steadman is" Damn that was a good reason.
"How do you know where Steadman is?" Michael asked.
"Because I arranged this whole thing"
"You arranged to set me up"
"That's right"
"You arranged the killing of all the people I know" Lincoln got increasingly angry.
"I was given orders. I executed those orders. And now I have a bullseye on my chest, just like you two"
"I don't trust him" Lincoln said to us.
"Hey. If I wanted you dead..." He took another gun out of his pocket "... you'd be dead. You guys want to keep running, fine. You wanna be free, get in the car. Last time I'm gonna offer" We grudgingly got back in the car.
"So, this is the conspiracy, huh? A bunch of little boys in suits running around trying to kill each other? It's pathetic" Michael said, as I snuggled into his side, not feeling very safe with the man driving.
"Well, you were a little more formidable than we anticipated" He replied.
"We don't need compliments out of you, jackass" Lincoln growled.
"Oh, yes, there it is. The winning Burrows personality"
"Shut your mouth and drive"
"The one we really knew would win over a jury. Good work" The man's cell phone rang, he held his finger to his lips and then answered it.
"Mr. Kim" He listened for a bit.
"Oh, it was touch-and-go there for a minute. But I got everything handled"
"Yes, I know, Bill, I was there. I saw Burrows pull the trigger. We lost a valuable asset, but..."
The person on the end of the line said something that shocked the man, but he quickly composed himself.
"That's good. It looked bad, so"
"Burrows,Scofield and Black are dead. And they're in my SUV. I'm heading out to bury them right now"
"I'll get you a photo"
"You know what would be nice to hear right now, Bill? A thank you. I'll report back when they're in the ground" He hung up, and put the phone on the dashboard.
"You leave that on, they'll trace it" Michael said.
"Yeah, uh, Secret Service. It's untraceable. But thanks"
The man who told us his name was Paul Kellerman drove us to a hanger, where a plane was waiting.
"I'll do the talking" He told us.
"Owen Kravecki? Hey" The pilot said.
"That's me" He pointed at us "Ben, Phil and Janice. Let's go, before our wives figure out this is a fishing trip"
"Where's your gear?" The pilot asked.
"I keep it up north. Okay?" Kellerman said.
"How long is the flight?" Michael asked.
"An hour 40" The pilot replied and got on the plane. Kellerman followed, and we all exchanged uneasy looks. Michael goes to follow but Lincoln put out a hand to stop him.
"We don't have a choice" He said, and got on.
An hour and 40 minutes later, we got off the plane.
"What's the neighborhood like?" Michael asked, as we walked towards another car.
"No neighborhood. The house sits on 50 acres" Kellerman replied.
"We coming out the way we go in?" Michael asked.
"No. There's a back road we'll take"
"How many guards?"
"Usually none. At this point, I really couldn't tell you"
"The second I feel this thing going bad, you get a bullet in the head" Lincoln said.
"I'd expect nothing less" Kellerman replied, and we all got in the car.
We drove down a long winding road, and pulled up to a very expensive looking house.
"Now we know where all our tax money goes" I said, as Kellerman got out of the car.
"Weapons down! Now!" He shouted, pointing his gun at the people standing outside. I got out with Lincoln and Michael, who looked angrily at the man wearing the robe. I guess that was Terrance Steadman.
Another agent ran out side "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't get stupid. Put your weapons down on the ground. Now. Terrence, step away, get in the car. Now" Kellerman said.
Lincoln grabbed Steadman. "You look pretty good for a dead man!"
"Get in the car!" I opened the door for Lincoln to shove Steadman into.
"Wait, wait, wait..." Steadman protested, as Kellerman ran around the car to the driver's seat.
"Whoa!" Kellerman shot the first man, and then the second.
"Paul, please, please, don't...don't kill me!" Steadman pleaded.
"Get in! Get in the car!" Lincoln shoved Steadman into the car, Michael sat on one side of him while I sat on the other, to make sure he didn't try anything stupid, like jumping out of the car.
"Let's go" Kellerman said, driving away.
Kellerman finally stopped at a hotel, we waited in the car while he went to get a room.
"Come on" He said, as he came back. I opened the door and Lincoln quickly got out and dragged Steadman into our room.
"If we get a camera, we could take a picture of him holding a current newspaper. If we put that online, well, that'll prove he's still alive" Michael suggested.
"It'll prove that we found a guy that looks kind of like the president's brother" Kellerman said.
"Fingerprints. Dental records"
"We whitewashed him. We pulled his teeth, burned off his fingerprints"
"DNA"
"To compare against the homeless guy we killed and put in Steadman's car. But we destroyed all exterior DNA samples so that there'd be nothing to compare them to" I sighed angrily.
"There's gotta be someone somewhere who can identify this man" I said.
"Which is why we did the surgery. Cheekbones raised two centimeters, ears lowered a quarter of an inch. Not so much so that someone who knew him wouldn't recognize him, but enough that any forensic comparison of a photograph of that man would conclude that he is a look-alike. A hoax. Trust me, we are very good at what we do"
"Please, just let me go" Steadman said.
"Terrence, you made every person in this room a prisoner, including yourself. It's time to set us free" I didn't say that I had nothing to do with this, even though I didn't.
"Nothing you do will work. They will not let it..." Steadman trailed off.
"Cut the victim act, Terrence! He was more than happy to play along while he was lining his pockets with taxpayer money funneled through EcoField. And then, when the indictment is about to fall, who do you come running to for help, Terrence? Hm? (To them all.) Now, we are gonna stay here for a day or two until they think we're a thousand miles away. And then we're gonna make our way to D.C. Okay?" Kellerman said.
"So that's the plan? We take him to a city crawling with Company and Feds?" Michael asked.
"And the government agents still in power who've been working from the inside with your father. People who can get that pain in the ass to safely tell his story on the record"
"We just stroll around in the lion's den then, huh? Pray we don't get mauled" Michael said, mockingly.
"I don't think they're gonna come to Montana, Scofield, so we're gonna go to them" Kellerman said.
"So how are we gonna do this?" I asked.
"We can use the fire roads the park rangers use in Glacier National Park. They don't patrol them at night. We get up into Canada, we head east. We cut down through New York" Kellerman said looking at a map.
"And the borders won't be a problem. No, nobody'll look for us there" Steadman laughed.
"This fun for you Terrence? Really?" Kellerman said.
"No, no, this isn't fun. What was fun was when Caroline and I would talk about you and the schoolboy crush that you had on her. He proposed to her! You actually thought that you would be the First Husband? The serf who would be king? Caroline...we laughed so hard..." Lincoln had apparently heard enough of his laughter, as he sprang up from where he was sitting next to me, took his gun out and shoved Steadman into a wall.
"You stood there and watched them kill Veronica!" Lincoln shouted in Steadman's face.
"Burrows!" Kellerman shouted and pointed his gun at Lincoln.
"And you did nothing! She died because of you!" Lincoln shouted.
"Lincoln" I said, over Steadman who was talking very fast and I couldn't understand a word of it.
"Shut up!" Steadman shut his mouth, looking scared.
"Burrows, he has no value to us dead. He has no identity. You kill him, he's just a John Doe" Kellerman said.
"Just put your gun down" Michael said to Kellerman.
"When he puts his down" He responded.
"Linc, we're so close" Michael said.
"Was it worth it? Killing all those people? Ruining my life?" Lincoln asked Steadman, who looked ready to piss himself.
"Scofield, get a handle on your brother" Kellerman said, aiming his gun at Lincoln.
"Shut up, you're not helping. You're not helping. Linc, you don't wanna do this. Trust me. This isn't what you want. You don't wanna do this, okay? Trust me" Lincoln glared at Steadman, ready to pull the trigger. But finally he dropped the gun and Kellerman dropped his.
"So many people dead. And he gets to live" Lincoln said, I went over and comforted him.
"Don't worry, everything will get better" I said.
Steadman was looking at a painting of a boy and girl in a field. I was given guard duty, even though I hadn't been trusted with a gun, I could still take Steadman.
"It's so sweet" There was a knock on the door and Kellerman came in.
"Car's out front. Let's get covered up and move out" Kellerman said.
"These two are never gonna make it in a car together" Michael said.
"You're gonna have to keep your brother in check"
"You don't know him"
"Then get my gun from him. We don't have time for this" Kellerman said.
"You still think you're running this show, don't you?" Michael asked.
"You still think I'm not?" I wanted to wipe the smirk of Kellerman's face and it looked like Michael had the same idea, as he picked up the phone.
"Yes, I'd like the number for Channel 11 news please" Michael said into the phone. I sat up on the bed and looked at the two of them.
"What are you doing? This is not the plan. Hang up"
"Yes, connect me, I'll hold"
"Scofield, you call the news, they call the cops" Kellerman said.
"Yes, put me through" Michael said.
"Hang up" Michael didn't listen, so Kellerman got the gun out and aimed it at Michael "Hang up the phone, now. Hang it up!"
"This is Michael Scofield. I'm at the Cutback Motel, room 11. And I wanna turn myself in" I looked over from where I was sitting on a bed. I gave him a 'what the hell' look, but he shrugged, so I decided to go along with whatever he was doing.
"Please don't do this. Please, come on, please" Steadman pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Terrence, it's too late. The press is already on their way" Michael turned to Lincoln and Kellerman "You can put the guns away now"
"This goes wrong, you guys are on your own" Kellerman said, putting his gun in his waistband.
"No, if I...if I...if I go back home, okay? Let me, please. I'll go home" Steadman pleaded
"You can't go home, Terrence. None of us can, okay? So just relax. Keep your head" Michael said, as Steadman paced.
"Okay, okay, okay..." Lincoln stood up and put his gun in the waistband of his jeans.
"Hey!" Lincoln shouted as Steadman stole his gun.
"Terrence! Terrence!" We shouted.
"I'm leaving!" He aimed the gun at us, and Kellerman quickly got his own out and aimed it at Steadman.
"Terrence. We can't let you do that, Terrence" I said.
"Terrence, all we need is your mouth. I will shoot out both your knees right now" Kellerman said.
"I never liked you, Paul. I won't hesitate to take your life" He said, aiming the gun at Kellerman.
"All right, just...Terrence, listen to me. Just listen. Terrence, for once in your life, do the right thing. All right? So many people have suffered because of this, because of you. But when the press get here, you can tell the truth. You can end this" Michael said desperately trying not to provoke him
"What is in it for me? Disgrace? Life in prison?" Steadman asked.
"You're already in prison, Terrence. How many more people have to die so you can stay in some cabin in the woods? It's over" Michael said. Steadman stared at us, and Kellerman kept him gun aimed at him.
"Okay" Steadman said
"Okay" I said, trying to calm him.
"Sorry" He turned the gun on himself.
"Terrence, no!" But it was too late, Steadman pulled the trigger and collapsed, blood splattered the wall and over the painting. We all stared at the body in shock for a few minutes.
"We have to go" Kellerman said
"Go where? We got Steadman" Lincoln argued, I couldn't take my eyes of Steadman's dead body.
"No. We have nothing" Kellerman stated.
"All we got is a John Doe" Michael said, as the sirens got closer.
"Michael. Michael, let's go" I said, as there was pounding on the door.
AN: Another chapter is done :)