Fallen
#22
"Lincoln!" Michael whispered at the pipe below the infirmary, praying that Lincoln was there. "Michael!" Lincoln exclaimed. He was there! "Help me with this!" Michael said to no one in particular. Sucre was closest to him so he made his way next to Michael and they began prying the pipe off. A couple of minutes later the pipe was off and Lincoln was using a mop to break through the drain that had been chemically weakened thanks to his ingenious little brother. Finally, all that was left to do was cross the wire, get over the wall, and head to a new life.
"Ready?" Darius asked. "You know it baby!" James replied excitedly. They both turned questioning looks to me. "I'm as ready as I'm gonna get!" I replied honestly with a smirk. They turned back around, Darius started the Escalade and we began our trip to Percy Ave. The plan was that Darius and James would get out, pop the hood and pretend that the car had broken down. I was just along for the ride; at least it started out that way.
There I sat in my black hoodie and jeans along with a pair of gloves, my hair in two French braided pig tails. We had been waiting for about ten minutes and I began to get antsy. I glanced into the rear view mirror and saw a guard coming up from behind us. I slowly climbed into the very back of the Escalade so that the guard would not see me. I could hear them talking through the open windows. "Go ahead and try it now." I heard the guard say. Darius got into the drivers seat and turned the key half way so that it would not start. "They're coming!" He whispered before he once more exited the vehicle. I had to do something! We had come too far and were so close to the finish line to give up now.
I searched around for anything that could prove useful to me. I reached under the seat and could feel some kind of cloth that had been wrapped around something. I carefully grasped the item and slowly pulled it out from underneath the seat. The cloth turned out to be a ski mask, the item, a pistol. I quickly pulled the mask over my face and stuck the gun in the back of my jeans. I flipped the lock of the hatch at the back and quietly got out. I glanced around the driver's side to see Darius and James standing there making idle chat with the guard who was on the passenger side. I caught James' attention and nodded for him to keep the guards attention on him and Darius. Slowly, I made my way from the back of the car around the passenger side. The guard had his back to me with his head underneath the hood as he tried to fix a problem that did not exist. Before I had time to evaluate what I was about to do I tapped the guard on the shoulder. As he turned his head toward me, my elbow collided with his face resulting in a broken nose. At least that's what it sounded like. He clasped one hand to his nose and one went for his gun.
"I wouldn't do that!" James said suddenly appearing behind me, gun drawn. I had one arm pressed into the guard's neck with my body pressed against his, as I reached for the gun with my left hand. The guard could have easily overpowered me had it not been for James and his revolver. I handed the guards gun to Darius and went for the mans hand cuffs. "Don't shoot me, please!" He begged. "Don't give us a reason too." James replied. I latched one cuff to his right wrist and led him over to the fence, where I slid the other cuff through the links and around a pole before closing it on his other wrist. Darius stood on my left, James on my right, both of them with guns drawn. I grabbed Darius' arm and whispered to him to grab the shirt out of my bag in the car. He returned with it and I tore a sleeve off and used it to gag the guard, before I took my hoodie off and put it on him backwards so that the hood would not allow him to see.
After I was sure that he could not see, and would not get loose, the three of us made our way back to the Escalade. James and I jumped into the passenger seat while Darius closed the hood and waved the escapees out of the darkness.