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Author's Note: A very appreciative thank you to Storywriter for being my only review for the last chapter. At least I know you care and I hope you like the rest of it. More to come.
Harms Way
Chapter 2: Deeper
Pounding on the door at one o'clock in the morning Veronica knew she would be waking up a very displeased judge but she had no choice. Saving Lincoln from being executed was more important than disturbing Judge Tunney's sleep.
It was a minute before she saw a light turn on and another for her to see Judge Tunney walking towards her. Once he saw who stood at his door he frowned. Opening the door he ushered her inside, not quite feeing safe with her outside in the middle of the night. She entered and turned to talk to him. "Veronica, it's the middle of the night. What is so important that it couldn't wait until morning?" he asked.
Eyes focused she replied, "a man's life, Judge. I have proof that Lincoln Burrows was set up to silence a conspiracy headed by the Vice President."
He gave her a disapproving look. "The Vice President wants Lincoln Burrows executed and she's heading a conspiracy? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? First off you're going to need solid proof," he started but stopped when she pulled out an envelop. "What's that?"
"It's your proof. This was given to me by Agent Hale who assisted in the whole Burrows situation," she began, handing it to him she let him read through it.
"Where is Agent Hale?" he asked, still looking through the documents.
"He's dead," she said simply.
Looking up at her he waited for her to continue. "We met in secret so he could give me these documents when he's partner arrived. I managed to get away but I had to, use necessary force to save my life. They're both dead on a backstreet near Fourth and Main."
Her last sentence seemed to spark an emotional cord with her and the consequences of the night had finally caught up with her. The color drained from her face and she started to sink to the floor. Judge Tunney caught her and helped her to the living room where he helped her sit on the couch. "I had no choice, I had to kill him he was going to kill me," she said, her voice nearly hysterical.
"Veronica it's okay. You're safe," he said.
It took her a moment to regain her senses. When she finally had she looked at him. "I need to save Lincoln before someone else gets hurt," she said firmly. He nodded at her.
"Let me get my keys and we'll get this taken care of."
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The Vice President watched the news in rage. Her two agents were both dead, Lincoln and his brother had escaped from prison, the lawyer that was suppose to already be dead was alive and had evidence of her conspiracy that had so nearly been over, and now all of the loose ends that threatened her and so many others were left to become a bigger threat now more than ever.
She needed to get some leverage. Picking up her phone she dialed for one of her close agents, one who could get this matter taken care of. As the ringer on the other line alerted her intended caller she looked up at the television.
Taking a drink of her scotch she eyed the woman on the television, Doctor Tancredi who was overwhelmed with reporters. Text appeared on the screen seconds later, 'secret relationship?' The next image was the mug shot of Michael Scofield. Smiling she heard the voice on the other line pick up.
"You know why I've called. I have a plan that may give us some leverage on the matter."
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It had been a long day and the comfort of the sanctuary of her apartment made her smile. Closing the door behind her she dropped her keys on the counter. Stopping, she discarded her shoes and jacket before making her way further into her apartment. All Sara wanted to do right now was relax and she knew the news reports on the television would only add to her stress filled day. So no television tonight.
She could have cared less for the reporters and the rumors they had spread about her but what had hurt her the most was the talk of her relationship with Michael and how she had helped him escape that circulated throughout the prison between guards and even some of the medical staff.
Despite all she had done and how well some of them knew her that they would still believe the rumors that the reporters started about her to get a new twist on the story.
Now all she wanted to do was take a long hot bath and go to bed. Before she could even get to her bathroom to start the water a knock at the door caught her attention. Turning she opened her peep hole. Outside two men in suites stood and waited for her to answer or open the door. "Can I help you?" she asked.
Holding up their badges they looked at the peep hole. "Agents Adelstein and McCarthy. We need to speak with you, Doctor Tancredi, in regards to the prison break." he said.
Sara sighed, opening her door, chain still attached to the lock. The two men looked at her, through the barely opened door. "Doctor Tancredi, I think it would be wise if you would let us in. We need to discuss this matter in private," the shorter man, Agent Adelstein said.
Unlatching the chain she was about to open the door when something in her snapped. "Look I have already been interviewed by reporters all day, I have been questioned by FBI, CIA and every form of law enforcement you can name at work, I don't need to be harassed at home." she said, about to close the door when a foot stopped the door.
Looking down she suddenly saw the trouble she was in as the other agent started for her. She retreated inside her apartment, frantically she searched for a weapon as she searched for her phone and tried make an exit out her bedroom window.
Grabbing a book from the back of her couch she threw it at the advancing man. It didn't even slow him down as he tackled her to the ground. Reaching back she was able to elbow him in the face. His groan gave her a satisfied smile as she continued to fight back.
Unfortunately for her he was a professional. He took hold of her arms with one hand, his body pinning the rest of her and in his other hand was the final piece in her kidnapping. A cloth covered her mouth and nose and it didn't take her long to figure out the powerful smell of chloroform.
Short of breath from her fear and from the short escape attempt it didn't take long for the chemicals to take effect. She was consumed by darkness.
"Why do they always run," Agent Adelstein asked rhetorically. He rubbed his face where she elbowed him, already it was starting to bruise. He picked her up and began to carry her outside to the car waiting. Nodding to his partner, Agent McCarthy readied her apartment for the police to find.
Okay updates may take a little longer than expected since mid terms are starting to heat up and classes are getting busier.
The whole thing with Veronica's 'break down' I know she's tough and all being able to handle what she's been through but I felt she needed a moment, since she killed someone. Despite the reason any sane person would feel some remorse. And please review cause I'd love to hear feedback on what everyone thinks, whether good or bad. Any criticism appreciated!