Fallen
#3
The flight to Chicago was brutal. Then again, I hate flying so it could have been a peaceful flight and it still would have sucked for me. It was a four hour flight, so I had plenty of time to mull over what I was getting myself into. I had quite a bit of information, but still, I didn't know the half of it. I knew that I couldn't just waltz into Fox River and speak to Lincoln about his case, or speak to anyone openly about it. At least I couldn't do so without an alibi.
Thus resulting in the enrollment of Lyndi Deacon, to the Loyola Criminal Justice program. My first, last, and only assignment; a paper on the trial of my choice. My choice trial; The Lincoln Burrows Trial.
I wouldn't actually be attending class. An acquaintance of mine had been able to hack into the Loyola computer system, set up my enrollment, give me some grades, and most importantly give me a virtually flawless alibi. I had all the papers and ID's I would need in order to pass off as a legitimate student. And when the Feds come knockin, and I know they will, I'll be ready.
I had found a nice little house to rent. It's a one story, two bedrooms, kitchen/dining room, a living room and a fully furnished basement. Well, the whole thing was furnished, but the basement was the best. It had been converted into a rec room, complete with a pool table, couch, TV, its own little kitchen and bathroom. A lot of room for one person, I know. I figure, this way, if need be there will be a place for my sister, L.J. and Mr. Savrinn to stay.
After arriving at my new home, I decided to waste no more time setting my plan into action. I needed to set a meeting up with Veronica.