Hey, people. Srry it took so long. I've been busy with work, school, and many other things in my life. I know this chapter is a bit short, but please enjoy it.

Chapter 10

V.P. Reynolds looked at the woman who stood in front of her. The expression on her face was of fear, shock, and complete and total recognition.

"Agent Elisabeth Webster…"

Elise took off her sunglasses and smiled eerily at the other woman. She walked over to the bookshelf on the side of the wall, and leaned against it.

"Well, well, well…You really thought you could get away this time, didn't you, you old bag?"

Caroline Reynolds just looked at Elise, fear rising in her body. She wanted to run and call for help, but she knew that the woman that was in the room with her this very second had to super-human ability to hinder her from doing anything of the sort. She knew it for this long, but she never showed that she was afraid, until now.

"How could you subject an innocent man to this kind of torture? Are you really that cold-hearted, or is my intuition really acting up?"

"Elisabeth, you and I both know that Lincoln Burrows is guilty. Are your feelings getting in the way, or it is just my intuition that's acting up?"

Elise snickered, looking up to the ceiling and ten back at Caroline. The look in her eyes signaled doom, but it was hidden with a look of sheer delight.

"You know, everyone has feelings, Caroline" she walked over tto the desk, placing her hands on the edge. Her hands clenched the desk, and of what the V.P. could see, the wood of the desk was being easily splintered. Caroline got up and stood up, in front of Elise, and looked at her, "Even me."

"What do you want, Elise?"

"I want to know who really killed Terrence Steadman's brother. I have adequate information that shows that Lincoln is innocent, and you and I both know that he is." Elise walked towards Caroline, making the other woman back into the wall. "All I need is the little piece of information, telling me who killed him, and then, everyone can go about their lives like normal human beings."

Elise walked back over to the shelf, leaning against it and thinking.

"You'll never be normal, Elise. Remember, the O.P.S. made the animal that you are."

"No!" Elise walked over to Caroline, with her finger pointing in her face and a look of death in her eyes. "No…The O.P.S. did not make me who I am, today. No, it was this entire conspiracy that made me into the animal that stands here before you. You may have physically locked me in a prison, but mentally, my mind is set free, Caroline."

Elise backed up and walked around the room.

"To you, I am nothing but just a very good agent who you thought would be there for your every whim, but it didn't happen. To the prisoners of Chicago State and Fox River, I was revered…as the most undeniably kick-ass warrior that they had seen. Murderers, rapists, drug dealers…all of those types of people that normal people fear…they fear me. Do you know why?"

Caroline shook her head.

"Because I show my emotions, and that is the toughest thing to do in a prison. Because, if you show your emotion, you are either a punk, or a reverance. So, I have to thank you, for sending me to prison, because now, I am the one with many friends. Not you."

Elise walked to the door, leaving behind a scared, lonely Vice President. Caroline looked at her hands, regretting the choices she had made. She looked at the door one more time, before sitting back at her desk, and looking at thhe paper on it.

Elise walked back to the hotel, and went into the room where Michael and Lincoln were sleeping. Michael noticed her come in, and he had something to tell her.

"Elise?"

"What?"

"Someone called your cell phone while you were out. He said that his name was David Johnson, and he told me to tell you that he only got 5 people from the 'old crowd.'"

Elise looked at him, and nodded.

"Who is the old crowd?"

"The group of mercenaries that I have been with since my days in the Special O.P.S. Did he tell you who he had?"

"Yeah." Michael grabbed a piece of paper with a few names on it. "He said he got 'Himself', "Leroy and Lenora Bumpfus', 'Hatchet Robbins', and 'Luis Delgado."

"That's all we'll need."

"What are you planning to do?"

"I'm planning on taking to most important piece to this puzzle of a conspiracy. I have to get that bullet that pierced his head."

"Why?" There came voice walking into a room. It was Lincoln. Elise looked up at him.

"Because, if that bullet doesn't match your gun, then we are in the money. So far, Olivia has it proved on tape that you didn't shoot the gun, but the big shots are going to fight that."

"How is bullet-to-gun information gonna free me?"

"Remember…I am an expert Sharpshooter, and gun-handler. I'll be able to prove you innocent. I just need that bullet."

"Well, let's get to sleep," Michael said. Ellise got up, hugged both Michael and Lincoln, and then walked into the room that she was in. Lorena was laying in the bed next the Elise's, reading a book. Elise could hear both Sucre and T-Bag snoring in the other room. Lorena looked up from her book and at Elise.

"So, did you get it?"

Elise shook her head, and quickly changed into one of T-Bag's t-shirts, and a pair of pajama pants. She crawled into the bed and looked at Lorena.

"I'm gonna try to get it tomorrow. If she didn't want to do it the easy way, then we'll have to do it the hard way."

"How?"

Elise looked at Lorena and smirked.

"Division DRS will get the job done, quick and easy."

Lorena looked shocked. Division DRS was the group of misfits in the Special O.P.S. that Elise had been with since her start in the military world. DRS stood for "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels," which is what they were. They were dirtiest players in the game, but you could always rely on them to get the job done. Elise trusted them, and so would they.

"We'd better get to sleep. I feel that tomorrow will be a very big day." Elise smiled at Lorena, and turned off the light. She stared out the window for awhile, thinking about the future, about how she will live, and about everyone she loved. She thought for awhile, before falling into a dreamless sleep.

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