The first day of the rest of Michael's life had dawned rainy. It seemed that the sky felt anguished fearing what the future could bring to the fugitives' group leader.
His elbows rested on the windowsill while his eyes watched how the raindrops commit suicide against the glass. Unconsciously his lips whistled an old song tune. "Rainy days and Mondays" Westmoreland whispered mockingly on Michael's ear, "always gets me down…(1)" fatherly he leaned his hand on his shoulder "Listen blue guy, you are too young to be so depressed. You did the right thing, we're out. So, do me a favor, can you draw a smile upon your face."
Lincoln younger brother just smiled as his eyes turned to look at the window glass once again. It wasn't the rainy day that got him down, it was her image stuck on his memory.
The unspoken good-bye between them made his heart weeps. But he could do nothing to stop it. He should leave her, she belonged to his past although her image would chase him all of his life.
But Charles was right, they had been able to escape even C-Note brother-in-law missed the appointment. Michael's agenda hadn't considered him at first so they followed his original plan.
His brother was the must wanted person in the whole States, but no one had been thought to search him just five blocks of the Penitentiary. His escape plan contemplated two stops, the first one near the prison building. They couldn't walk through the open street without being recognized so he rented this house two months before his bank's failed raid. The lock had been replaced by an electronic one. The password he used was an unforgettable one, his brother execution date.
The other apartment he rented was awaited them near a privet airport.
Slowly Michael rose from his armchair. His right leg ached still even he had taken already two pain killer pills. In the bathroom's house an aid kit was ready for any unfortunate incident.
The rest of the team was watching TV while his mind worked to fix the Abruzzi's inconvenience. The mob boss was an important piece on Michael puzzle. One way or another he should take him out of the Hospital. He didn't know how, but this was a little temporary impediment.
The fugitive strategist looked at his watch. 'It's time.' His silent steps walked to the bedroom he shared with Fernando and his brother. He bent over taking out a laptop form under one of the beds. He sat down on the mattress as his hand pushed the night table aside appearing three phone's plug behind it. Each one belonged to a neighbor just in case that the line was scanned.
He had programmed yahoo U.K to send three e-cards to Lj, Lj' mother and Veronica with the legend 'we're got out of the river and come home soon'. The lawyer was the only one that saw it and answered it with a brief e-mail explaining what happen to the witness. She also related the catastrophic intervention of the three men that had recognized her. He wondered if one of those men were C-Note brother-in-law. This was a problem that it was added to the other annoyed one, what he would do with T-Bag? He couldn't let him stroll freely by the street until they get into the plain toward Panama. His mind returned to her mail that ended with a not easy understanding phrase. Seemingly she discovered a disturbing and dangerous information but she would not share it after searching some sources. It could free Lincoln.
He beamed as he turned off the computer, unplugged the cable and hid the laptop again under the bed. Up till now his plan was the only thing that saved his brother. Under the bed he found another electric devise, it was a special cell-phone. The police wouldn't trace the phone call. Smiling he grabbed it and kept it into the jacket pocket. He loved all those electric toys.
When he opened the bedroom door his hearings perceived the voice of some female journalist speaking on TV. The face of his brother filled the screen. He was the star, the others members of the Escape's team hardly were named. It was a blessed for him. Lincoln figure was replaced by Veronica's face talking in the main door of Fox River Penitentiary.
T-Bag licked his lower lip but before a single word could get out of his mouth Lincoln's fist smashed against his nose. "Don't even dare to peek at her!" T-bag bloody nose was enough warning of his threatens.
Fernando clapped Link shoulder whispering. "Well done."
Meanwhile Veronica kept talking about the witness Michael shook his head, his escape plan wasn't change, her efforts were futile, the witness were already dead.
The blond pretty lady face appeared on the screen once again explaining the last news of this, "…colossal escape. Several hypotheses are managed by the police, but according to a comment of one of the heist penitentiary authorities, Captain Belleck, they suspect of the complicity Fox River's Doctor Sara Tancredi." A mocking smile emerged, "Could be possible that Governor Tancredi's daughter was involved romantically with one of the inmates?"
"Oh! Pretty." T-Bag turned his head looking at the astonished Michael's face. "Did you bed the hot doctor?" This time Lincoln's fist collided violently against his pervert jaw, the man bounced on the couch's back and fell to the floor.
(1) Rainy days and Monday written by Paul Williams is an old song from '70.
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Thanks Walks and Nina for the comments, but I have doubts concerning to keep writing this story or not... I know that Veronica is not a likeble character but it could be that the readers had lost the interest of reading this story. So I don't know what to do.
