Author's Note: Yes! Someone else out there that is gonna admit they're reading this. Thanks Vivian for reading and reviewing! Oh jeez, come on now Michael is never powerless. Uh, I'm thinking 2 more chapter (maybe 3) should wrap this story up.
Harms Way
Chapter 3: Realizations
She knew Michael was up to something when he had gotten himself arrested for armed robbery, but she wasn't prepared for what lengths he had gone through to save Lincoln. Deep down she knew this was what he had intended but she lied to herself, not wanting to think of that possible ramification.
If only he had waited, if only he had helped her in her investigation to save Lincoln than perhaps they would have saved him sooner and he would not have needed to have broken the law.
Veronica and Judge Tunney drove to the courthouse and started to get the wheels moving by bringing in those who were involved in the big conspiracy.
Not two hours after she had received the evidence proving Lincoln's innocence had she found out he, Michael, and a few others had successfully broken out of Fox River and were on the run. No one had seen them since.
This had made the recently opened case of Lincoln Burrows come to question of whether he truly was innocent, but if she could reveal this conspiracy to the world before Lincoln and Michael were found than there was hope for them, at least Lincoln, yet.
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"During the night, Governor Frank Tandcredi's daughter, Dr. Sara Tancredi, was abducted. The mastermind behind the break out, Michael Scofield, is suspected of conducting the kidnapping of the Governor's daughter who was thought to have had some sort of relationship with the prisoner during his near month served at Fox River. As of now there have been no ransom demands, concluding to police that this could be a hostage situation for the fleeing convicts from Fox River. As security on boarders to both Canada and Mexico are tightened searches for all airlines there still have not been any sightings on the escaped convicts. All the police can do now is wait until further updates become available," the radio broadcast ended as a commercial for 'Oscar Mayer hotdogs' began. Lincoln turned the radio off forcefully nearly breaking the button.
In the driver seat he slumped further, one hand on the wheel and the other reached to rub his head. He was not happy and trying with all his might not to lash out, since they needed to lay low until they had safely eluded police. Beside him in the passenger seat Michael just sat there, eyes wide but he remained mostly expressionless. Behind them Sucre and Westmoreland sat, the silence was attributed to their initial shock of the news. C-Note and T-Bag had gone their separate ways once the ride from the Escalade was over.
They had dropped them off in a still slumbering small town about an hour from Fox River. It was around one am when Lincoln had hot wired a dark minivan and the four had started for the hospital where John Abruzzi had been transferred to. They had to break him out to get the plane ride out of the country they so desperately needed. Sucre had been successful in finding clothes and food for the time being. With Westmoreland's money all they needed was Abruzzi's plane ride out of the country.
Michael could not find his breath once the report was over. Sara had been kidnapped and they were suspected. Narrowing his eyes he knew who had taken her and why. She had become the bait. Looking at Lincoln, to Sucre and Westmoreland he needed to know who was in and who was out to save Sara.
Westmoreland was the first to speak. "You know the Doc was there for me a number of times. How much of a gentleman would I be if I wasn't there for her?"
Michael nodded his thanks, then turned to Lincoln who simply gave him the 'I'm in' look, finally he looked at his cellie.
"Hey Michael I'm all for rescuing the Doc and all but how exactly are we going to find her?" Sucre asked sitting up to hear Michael's response.
"First things first," he said, looking at Lincoln who eyed him curiously, unsure of what he had in mind.
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The first thing she noticed was her throbbing headache. Instinctively she went to raise her hands to rub her temples but found them bond behind her. Below her, her feet were taped to the legs of the chair. 'Good old fashion duct tape,' she mused, checking her surroundings as her vision began to focus.
The room was worn down, like it hadn't been occupied for a long time, there were no windows, the only light came in from the half opened door in front of her. Leaning forward she tried to get a better look beyond what was in her field of vision. The old wooden floor boards beneath her creaked from her movement, alerting her captives of her arousal.
Her head shifted to the side and circled back, the chloroform still slightly active in her system. A man in a black suite walked in, obviously having heard her movement. He saw her drowsy state and smiled. "Still not quite with us, doc?" he asked, stepping further into the room.
Her head drifted down again and she shook it. Watching him approach she simply glared at him, being it was the only thing she could do at the moment.
"Why…why are you…doing this?" she asked, trying to find her voice, her question came out raspy.
Shaking his head he simply grinned. "I had hoped the reason would have been obvious, but for your sake I'm sorry to say I don't do monologues," he said. Knelling next to her he pulled out a small flash light and checked her pupils, making sure there was no visible damage from the chloroform.
Finding none he stood and Sara watched his expression. She knew this was about Michael and all the dark areas that loomed in his background, but she wasn't clear about her involvement or how big this secret, whatever it was, truly was. All she knew was that if he was going to kidnap her and was unconcerned with her witnessing his face there was little to no chance of her making out of this alive. Especially since they most likely knew who and how powerful her father is.
"You're gonna…kill me no matter…what…why are you…checking my…condition?" she asked watching as he started to leave. He stopped, a moment passed before he responded.
"No one should suffer," he said, back facing her. A second later he left.
All of a sudden she felt very cold, knowing it wasn't because of the chloroform.
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Lincoln slowed the car to a stop. Outside Sara's apartment there were no police units, no nothing. It was as if nothing had happened, but Lincoln knew better. Just because you couldn't see something, didn't mean there was nothing out there.
"What makes you think they'd meet us here?" Lincoln asked, eyeing his surroundings glanced at his brother waiting for the answer.
Michael did not respond right away, instead he searched for whom he had expected to find waiting for them. "There," he said simply, motioning his head towards the black car across the street Lincoln followed his gaze. The less than subtle appearance of the driver and passenger wearing suites and sunglasses covering their eyes sort of gave away their cover of being inconspicuous. "Where would the last place the authoritieswould expect us to go?" he asked.
Nodding Lincoln watched as the car approached cautiously. Stopping the driver rolled down his window to converse his instructions to Lincoln. "If you want the doctor alive, follow us. Any trouble and we'll kill her, that lawyer friend of yours, and your son," he threatened.
Lincoln gritted his teeth. Desperately trying to hold back his rage which would result in both agents heads smashed repeatedly into the cement until they were dead. "Careful, first you'd have to find the other two," Lincoln retorted, eyeing them with a warning gaze.
Shaking their heads one pulled out a gun, keeping it low but in perfect view for both Lincoln and Michael to see. "Look boys, we got one hostage now and we can find the others later, but right now I need you to follow me. Otherwise this just gets messy," the agent warned.
"I take it you don't like messy," Michael countered, already knowing they would kill all three of them, only allowing Sara's body to be found by police so their hands would be clean.
"No, I don't," he responded.
Michael leaned back and took a breath appearing to be thinking, then leaned forward. "Where to boss?" he asked.
"You, come with me, my partner goes with your brother. Anything goes wrong the other dies. If we do not contact the other agents that are keeping watch over Sara they will kill her. So, you follow our orders and this will all go by smoothly."
Michael and Lincoln looked at each other. They needed to let Sucre and Westmoreland know where they were going but couldn't do that with mixed company. Looking down Michael thought quickly, then dialed the number on the cell phone. Placing the outgoing phone under the seat for them to hear once they had arrived.
Now all they needed to do was delay whatever was going to happen once they reached their destination until their backup arrived.
Switching cars, Michael watched as his brother began to make small talk with the other agent, trying to set up for when they got there.
'Hopefully, this won't get too complicated,' he thought as the agent headed north. Behind him Lincoln followed. Now all he could do was wait and see what new obstacles would rise.
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Westmoreland sat in the driver's seat while Sucre waited for the phone call from Michael. Hearing the incoming call he picked up the phone. No response. He waited thinking maybe something had gone wrong, but when he heard Lincoln's voice in the distance and a brief response from an unfamiliar voice he knew something was up.
"Plan B," Westmoreland said, looking at Sucre who merely nodded. Now all they could do was wait until Lincoln gave them further instructions on where to follow.
Like I said 2 or 3 more chapters to go. I've got half a chapter left and we'll see how long the last chapter is before I decide to break it into two more chapters.