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Fallen
#14
"Why would she want to talk to us? We don't know nothing about your case." Sucre asked from the hole as he dug. "She's not going to ask you about my case. She's going to ask about me." Lincoln explained. "Character references." Michael mused. "Yeah." Lincoln replied while going back to work. "Well, I guess I'll have to make sure to look my best for her then, eh boys?" T-Bag drawled in his southern tone. "You won't have to worry about that, T-bag." Lincoln replied. "Ah thanks, Sink! I didn't know you had a soft spot for lil' ole me." T-bag said with a smirk. Lincoln stopped working to send T-bag a glare. "You don't need to worry, because she won't be talking to you!" he said. "And why's that?" T-bag asked. "I told her not to." Lincoln replied simply as he went back to work. "Then who did you tell her to talk to?" T-bag inquired. "Anyone but you." Lincoln said. T-bag scoffed, before he returned to digging. "Is she hot?" Sucre asked out of the blue. Lincoln gave him a disapproving look. "Don't you have a fiancé?" Abruzzi asked. "Look but don't touch, papi!" Sucre began, "So is she?" "She'll be wearing a suit, and that's all you need to know." Lincoln answered. There was a pause. "So… Is that a no?" Sucre wondered aloud, causing the room to erupt with laughter.
I stopped by a small café before heading to Fox River. I left the café, bagel and coffee in hand. As I approached my car I saw two men, dressed in black suits, coming toward me. I could tell by the way they carried themselves who they were.
"Ms. Deacon?" one of them asked. "Yes?" I asked politely. "I'm Agent Kellerman, this is Agent Hale. Could we trouble you for a moment of your time?" Agent Kellerman asked. I set my coffee and bagel on the roof of my car before replying, "Of course." I said. "What is your relationship with Lincoln Burrows?" Kellerman asked. "I wouldn't say that Mr. Burrows and I have a relationship. I'm writing a paper on Mr. Burrows and his case for my deviance and violence class at Loyola." I answered. "So, you haven't met him?" Hale asked. "Oh no, I've met him, just the other day actually." I lied. "Could you tell us what you talked about?" Kellerman asked. "We just spoke about his case, you know, the same stuff you can read in the papers." I said. "Including his claims of innocence?" Hale asked. I nodded. "What do you think about that?" Kellerman asked. "Honestly? I would love to believe that he is innocent; but I don't need to tell you that the evidence in his case clearly says otherwise." I said. "Did you tell him that you would like to believe that he is innocent?" Kellerman inquired. "No." I replied. "Why's that?" Hale asked. "The last thing I intend on doing, is giving a condemned man false hope." The agents both nodded, seemingly content with the conversation. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Deacon." Kellerman said while extending his hand. "No problem." I replied as I shook his hand, then Agent Hales. I watched them walk away, before getting in my car and heading to Fox River.
That was the hardest thing I have ever done. There I was, standing with the men who were trying to put my family in the ground, and I could do nothing but be polite to them. The only positive thing that could have possibly come out of that encounter was that they would be happy with my answers and rule Lyndi Deacon out as a threat.