Chapter 9

As the trolley came in front of the Winston Hotel, Elise was the first to get off. She ran into the hotel, and stood in the middle of the lobby. The group followed her, and everyone wondered she was just standing there. They found out why a second later.

There were about 30 Secret Service agents surrounding her, all brandishing guns. Four of them were holding Olivia, LJ, Lorena, and the two mobsters at gun point. Then, one of them walked up to Elise, still pointing his gun to her. He then took off his glasses. Olivia, LJ, Lorena, and the two mobsters couldn't believe their eyes. It was Agent Kellerman. Apparently, he was just acting dead, and must've killed the other two mobsters that were with Lorena.

"Well, Miss Elisabeth Webster. It's amazing to know that you're still alive. I thought Fox River would eat you alive." He smirked at her, and received a glare.

"Let them go, Kellerman, or you'll surely regret it." Elise held the gun closely, and Kellerman noticed it and laughed.

"You shoot at me, and you'll be dead before you'll know it." The other agents all had their guns cocked. Elise had no choice but to uncock the gun and place it on the table next to her. Kellerman smiled, "That's a girl."

Elise looked at him loathingly, but then, a thought came to her mind. She was one of the best Sharpshooters, with both the gun and the mouth.

"I got a question, Paul. How did you know that our friends were going to be at the Winston Hotel. Did V.P. Reynolds tell her boy-toy where to go? I know she did."

"Don't call me that, Elisabeth."

"Why not, Paul? Afraid for everyone here to know that you're screwing Reynolds. Or, are you doing all of this for a promise of sex? Because, I know that you would do just about anything to be known as the best; which means to lock me away under a false conviction." Elise looked at Pope, who looked stunned. She then turned back to Kellerman, who was growing angrier by the second.

"Agent Paul Kellerman: the second-best agent in the U.S. and V.P. Reynolds' sex object…" She looked at the other agents, who were all looking at her as they once did: with an air of reverence. Each and everyone one of them put down their guns, but Kellerman, being angry as could be, pointed the gun at Elise, and shot it. Another shot rang out, and it hit Kellerman in the hip. Kellerman doubled over in pain, while Elise stood there, with no bullet piercing her at all. She looked past Kellerman to see where the shot came from. She then saw who was holding the gun.

Olivia held the gun in the air, tears on her cheeks. When she saw that her mother was OK, she threw the gun into one of the agent's hands and ran over to her mother, embracing her, never wanting to leave her again. Elise embraced her daughter, not wanting to lose her for a second time. They then parted, and Elise wiped the tears off of Olivia's cheeks. She then looked at the agents, and signalled them to leave. A man walked up to her, and asked her a question. It was the same guy who was on the SWAT team during the riot, and Elise remembered him. She told him to round up a few of the "old crowd." They were going to need as much help as they could get. This was no longer saving one man's life, but saving everyone's lives. Elise then turned to the group, and joined them, while Lorena, LJ, the two mobsters, and Olivia joined in.

"Listen, tomorrow, we have to get to Veronica and Nick, wherever they are. Once we do that, we head to the Courthouse, since I just received word that Lincoln's case will be held tomorrow." Elise looked at the group, and concentrated on Lincoln. He looked scared, but she put a hand on his shoulder. "Have a little faith, Linc."

Once the gang got all situated after the agent gang-up, they all got into their rooms. Michael and Lincoln were in a room. T-Bag, Elise, Lorena, and Sucre were in another room. Olivia, LJ, C-Note, and Westmoreland were in another room, and finally, Pope and Bellick were rooming with the two mobsters, whose names were DiGregorio and Matucci.

Elise went over to Michael and Lincoln's room, to tell them something very important.

"I'm have to go somewhere, tonight."

"What? Why? Where?" Michael asked her, completely in disbelief.

"I can't tell you. This is something I really can't let you know until the opportune moment."

Lincoln looked at Michael and Michael looked at him. He then looked at Elise.

"But, we need you."

"Don't worry. Was there ever a time when I didn't come to your aid? No." Elise gave them one last smile, before going to her room, and getting what she needed for her excursion. She had to dress up inconspicuously, so she put on a pair of dress pants, a pink dress shirt, and a jacket that matched the pants. She then put her hair in a tight bun, then, put on a fedora-like hat. She then slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses, before setting out to the destination that would be key to setting things right.

Meanwhile, in the Capitol, M. Reynolds was talking to one of her officers. Then, the door opened and a tall black man told her that she had a visitor. Reynolds, thinking it was Kellerman, sat down in her chair and awaited her visitor. But, who came to the door, wiped her eerie smile right off of her face. It was a woman, who was fairly tall, with light brown skin, but her eyes and hair color couldn't be seen.

"Hello, V.P. Reynolds…"

The woman's voice was husky, but had a hint of sexiness in it. She smiled in a fashion that hinted happiness and doom at the same time. It was a smile that V.P. Reynolds knew all too well.