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Fallen #32
"That was a girly shot if I ever saw one Jr.!" I yelled to L.J. as he shot and missed. To be honest, it was a prefect shot, aside from the missing I mean, I just liked giving the kid a hard time. It was my way of showing that I cared for him. It's when I don't give you a hard time that you should be worried. "Shut up, Cali!" He whined just like I had expected him to. I was sitting on the ground next to Charles, who was enjoying some book that he had found in the house. I don't know what book it was; all I know is that it wasn't mine. I'm not much for reading.
I slipped my cell out of my pocket to check the time. Only ten minutes left until the heat on this thing is turned up. I quickly typed a text message informing the recipient to park in front of the house, so as not to scare their prey off. Finally, it was time. I slowly stood, which proved to be a chore to do without showing some sign of agony, and stretched my stiff, swollen side. "I'm going in the house. Anyone want anything?" I asked as I stood at the door. About thirty seconds and five requests for a bottle of water later, I made my way into the house. I bypassed the kitchen and went straight for the front door. I could see movement in the distance if I strained my eyes. They didn't have their headlights on, another precaution to prevent their arrival from being detected. I did a quick check to make sure that everyone was still outside, before approaching my visitors.
"They're out back. If you go around these bushes here they won't see you coming." I explained to the men before heading back into the house, as they snuck into the bushes. I stopped in the kitchen and grabbed five bottles of water, and then headed out back.
"Time out!" I shouted "I only have two hands ya know!" The game was quickly paused; however, I am willing to bet this was due to the thirst of the players rather than my full hands. Everyone had a bottle of water except for L.J. who was hooting free throws. "L.J. come get this water!" I yelled to him. "As soon as I make this shot!" He yelled back. "At the rate you're going, I'll be dead by then!" I jokingly replied. "Fine." he grumbled, shooting and missing once more. The ball bounced off of the backboard and rolled right past L.J. He sighed, throwing his hands in the air, and made his way after the runaway ball.
"You gotta follow through." A voice instructed out of the darkness as a foot stopped the ball. The man bent down, grabbed the ball, took a step forward, and shot the ball. Immediately sinking it. The ball bounced back to him and he grabbed it, and then handed it to L.J. Who like everyone but myself, were shocked at seeing this man. "L.J.!" Lincoln yelled to his son in a tone that said "Get away from him!" as he made his way toward the man. "He's fine." I said to Lincoln as I grabbed his arm. He gave a look that clearly asked if I was crazy "Do you honestly think that I would put him in harms way?" I whispered to Lincoln in an angry tone. He just shook his head and stepped back to his previous spot. Just as I grabbed Lincoln's arm, two more men stepped out of the shadows. At the sight of the three men the escapees formed a line; to an outsider it would have looked like a battle would soon ensue. "Easy boys, we're not looking for trouble. We just came to get something you have that we need." The man in the middle explained. "And what might that be?" The southern voice spat from the line as T-Bag took a couple steps forward. The three men advanced on the group as one body, finally coming into the light from the porch, which illuminated their features. They were all fit, tall, and quite handsome. My eyes stayed fixed on the man in the middle, the leader. I couldn't help but smile as I saw how calm he was. He was always like that, no matter how stressful the situation was, he was always cool. It had seemed like forever since I had seen him. I felt a sense of security now that he was here.
"I'm glad you asked Mr. Bagwell." He said. T-Bag chest visibly puffed out, either his ego had been inflated that the man knew who he was or it was a defense mechanism. "So you know my name? I didn't think I was that famous." T-Bag smirked. The man chuckled "You're not. Thanks for verifying that that's who you are though. Saves me some time." He said smiling. He looked at the men at his sides before nodding and they rushed toward T-Bag. Once it hit him that these men where after him, T-Bags flight instinct kicked in.
"Not happening, Bagwell!" I said dangerously as he came face to face with my revolver. For a second he looked scared, and I reveled in that. "So, that's what this is about eh, sweetheart?" He asked staring down the barrel of my gun, "Now that ain't fair. You said if I touched him you would kill me." He said indicating L.J. "Cali! What the hell are you doing!" Michael asked coming from behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm doing what is necessary Scofield." I spat as I jerked my shoulder out from under his hand, "And what's necessary at the moment does not involve you." The two men caught T-Bag off guard as he was still staring at the weapon in his face.
He kicked, screamed, and pleaded, but the harder he fought the tighter they held on. It was obvious that no one cared what happened to him, no one tried to help him anyway, not even Scofield. When the screams for help could no longer be heard, I place the gun back in its rightful place, the back of my sweats and made my way to him. "Hey, babe." He said placing a hand gently on the side of my face, smiling down at me. I shook my head and giggled. Yes, giggled, he had away of making me do that. I hated it really. I looked back up into his dark brown eyes, "Hey, Brandon".