Thanks for the feedbacks. Slowly this story come closer to its end. I'm rushing the events I know.

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She stared through the vehicle's window while inside her brain hundred of confusing ideas boiled. What was she doing? It was the first time in three years, the time she was working in Fox River, that she used an excuse to not going to work.

Inside her head her superego screamed at her furiously, but the events had rushed dragging her to the current situation. She couldn't turn back.

That Michael was by her side holding her hand was incidental. That her heart loudly drummed was circumstantial. That she couldn't erase the foolish smile of her face was completely irrelevant.

'Circumstantial! Why do I fool myself?' she questioned herself, 'I'm here dressing a blond wig into a fake ambulance willing to rescue a mob's boss. Why I let him drag me to this dangerous game?"

He frowned as he could read her thoughts. Slowly he leaned in and whispered on her ear. "Probably you are here because a Federal Agent tried to kill you." He tightened his grip on her hand. "Kellerman wasn't willing to let you go." Even the memory of the incidents perturbed him Michael kept his cold attitude. He refused to think what would happen if he didn't get on time at her house that morning. But he had been there to include her into his chess game. The fact that he had saved her life was incidental. She was just another part of his strategy, she was another peon not his queen. But he had to fight the trembles that the memory of his own fear produced on hid body. Michael Scofield had never been an impulsive person but twice in his entire life, twice times when she was in danger. "When I saw the abrupt movement of Kellerman's hand I knew what he would do." Without a second thought Scofield had threw his fist to Kellerman's jaw making the man fell unceremoniously to the ground. "In that moment I didn't understand why he wanted to kill you but after compare notes with Veronica I understood the whole picture. Right now there is an internal war between some governmental fractions. Kellerman believed that one of those fractions wanted you, he wasn't willing to share the information he could get from you."

"It doesn't make more rational what we're going to do." She replied.

He smirked. "You can appreciate the irony, a mob and a street gang can be the only option that the American's democratic system has to be saved."