Fallen#36
I sighed as everyone took a seat at the table patiently waiting for my explanation. I stood for a moment, sweat pants, sports bra, and bandage, contemplating how I was going to explain it. I took a deep breath and scanned the men in front of me, my eyes landing on C-Note. Then I remembered…I still hadn't given him his ticket or the items he had demanded and was set to leave in 8 hours. "Shit!" I exclaimed wide eyed before taking off to retrieve the ticket and duffle bag. I flipped my little trash can upside down and stood on that to reach the bag, nearly killing myself in the process.
"Sorry," I said as I entered the dining room to see confused expressions on all of their faces. "These are yours." I said handing the ticket and duffle bag to C-Note. "What's this?" He asked, apparently forgetting that he had demanded those items. "Your plane ticket and the things you asked for… Desert camo, combat boots, a couple of burkas, some Iraqi money, as well as some other things that I thought were cool. Plus some things for your daughter." I explained nonchalantly taking my seat next to Lincoln. "How did you get all this?" C-Note asked obviously impressed. "It was pretty much like pulling teeth…Look at the ticket." I instructed. C-Note did as I said then gave me a curious look "It's a one way to the Bahamas on Delta Airlines… I'll get caught for sure on a plane like that!" He exclaimed. "What about my family?" He asked in a concerned tone. "You won't actually be on a Delta plane. The ticket is a fake. It looks legit and all, but it's just incasing someone asks about it… It's a one way because you can't come back here; it'd be suicide if you did. Your wife and daughter are already in the Bahamas, I told them that your family was chosen by a private corporation for a vacation given to Iraq War soldiers and their families… Once you get there, there will be someone to take you too them and explain how to access your account and other necessities." I explained. "Account?" He asked. "A bank account, the money will be readily available you jus have to set it up. From there on out it's up to you. Tell your family why you can't come back, or don't. Stay in the Bahamas, or travel. It's up to you." I said taking a drink of my Gatorade.
C-Note sat in silence for a moment, taking it all in. "I don't know how to thank you." He said in an amazed tone that I had never expected to hear from him. "I do…Don't get caught. If you can manage that, we're even." I replied with a smile. He laughed "Deal" he said reaching across the table. I stood and stretched to the best of my ability and shook his hand. I looked around the table once more readying myself to do some explaining.
"Well," I sighed "I don't know where to start, so how about you guys just ask me questions?" I said. "Who's Brandon?" Scofield asked incredulously. "Brandon was one of the first people I met when I moved to L.A. He gave me a job at a club he managed and a place to stay." I explained. "You lived with him?" Scofield asked in disbelief. "For four years." I replied smirking at his discomfort. "So what's his deal then?" Sucre asked. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously. "Is he gay or something?" He clarified. I couldn't help but laugh "This is one of those straight people of the opposite sex can't live together and not be sleeping with each other things huh?" I asked with a smile. "Well…" Sucre began uncomfortably. "Just because most men can't keep their pants on, doesn't mean that all of them are incapable of doing so!" I answered with a chuckle. "Brandon had a few girlfriends the entire time we lived together and I was never one of them." I finished, taking note of the look of relief on Scofields face.
"So how does he fit into all of this? Like with taking T-Bag and stuff?" Lincoln asked. "His uncle is an influential business man around here. He owns this house and the property around it actually. That's where a majority of my financial baking has come from, as well as the plane arraignments." I explained. "The car crash?" Westmoreland asked with a sly smile. I smiled and nodded. "What car crash?" Lincoln asked. "Honestly! Is Charles the only one who reads the damn newspaper?" I asked shaking my head, not entirely surprised that they hadn't read it. I sighed "In the paper yesterday there was an article, that was grossly overshadowed by some kind of prison break by the way, that identified the victim of a fiery car crash between here and Joliet. The victim, 23 year old Lyndi Deacon, could only be identified by dental records… Legally my name is Lyndi Deacon, so in order to avoid becoming a suspect in aiding in the escape she had to die. So with the help of Brandon's uncle she did. That's also why I couldn't go to the hospital for my broken ribs." I explained. "So this guy helps you fake your own death and gives you a place to house six fugitives?" Scofield asked trying to make sense of it all. "No. He helped me fake my own death and gave me a place to house seven fugitives." I explained. "There are only six of us." Scofield said giving me a look like I was stupid. "There were six of you, take away T-Bag and add L.J. and I, you have seven. So there are seven of us and two are innocent. Which is why we all need to get the hell outta dodge soon!" I said.
A second later my phone rang. "Hello?...Go down Torrent until you come to Cascade. Turn left on Cascade until you hit Cambridge. Go right to Shaunessy and then left on Elm. Go straight for a mile or so, it's a white and forest green two story. Go around the back and park in the garage okay?... Bye." I hung up. "Who was that?" L.J. asked. I looked at Lincoln and smiled "Veronica."