Thank you so much for all the reviews! They are seriously what make me want to keep writing. Hope this chapter's good! Again, I don't own prison break. :(

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The car sped by a little green sign reading "Welcome to Tooele!"

"Okay, so we're here. Now how do we find this ranch?" Lincoln navigated the car through the rural community, looking at everything. He'd been terrified since they broke out of that window at Fox River but he hasn't been able to stop looking, at everything. After being locked up for such a long time, simply seeing a coffee shop can bring a smile to a man's face. Of course, right now wasn't the time to enjoy it. When he, Michael and LJ were laid back in that hammock in Panama with a cold corona in their hands, then Lincoln could begin to appreciate the small things; the shapes of the clouds, the brightness of the stars, the feel of the breeze, all in good time. Yea, he figured his son deserved a few beers after this, even if he was only 16.

"All we need is a payphone. I'll look up the ranch, we'll go, we'll dig, and we'll leave."

"That sounds too easy Michael," Lincoln warned. Throughout the trip Michael has been the one giving the directions and Lincoln has been the one reminding him that they weren't in Fox River anymore. They didn't just have Bellick keeping an eye on them; they had the whole country to worry about.

"We just have to hope for the best. There, that pay phone." Lincoln pulled over the car and Michael looked around before he himself got out. He grabbed the phonebook and flipped through the yellow pages. There it was "The Double K Ranch". He looked at the address and realized for once, he didn't have a map. Driving around would waste too much time and talking to civilians was always a risk. Usually one he had to take. He saw an old man, had to be 80 years old. Michael prayed his eyesight was just as bad as his dental work.

After five minutes of having to practically scream in the old man's ear Michael got his directions. The brothers pulled up the ranch. For the first time in this entire situation they had lucked out; it was abandoned. Weeds grew along the side and the paint chips cluttered the ground. The wood was deteriorating and both of the boys smiled. Lincoln grabbed the equipment and they walked towards the shed. Michael couldn't believe that it was almost all over. Of course he still had to figure out how to get to LJ and to hear from Sara but for the moment that could wait.

After opening the barn doors their smiles quickly faded. T-bag and Tweener stood in the center of the barn. Tweener was digging and T-bag was laughing at something or other. Lincoln wasted no time in grabbing him and throwing him to the ground, Michael just took a step towards Tweener.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lincoln demanded after a few seconds of struggle from T-bag.

"Well I was going to bake some cookies but seems they ran outta flour.," T-bag hissed at him.

"Listen dude, we have a right to this money also. Check it, there's 5 mil down here and 4 of us. That's like… yo that's still mad money a piece."

"Alright, you listen, homeboy, having us all here is dangerous. The more of us there are the more likely someone spotted us." Michael explained

"Well then pretty, I guess it's not too great the rest of the gang decided to show up." T-bag looked behind Michael.

When Michael turned he saw Sucre and C-Note standing in the doorway. "What's up Snowflake?"

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Sara was now not frozen by Michael's care but by fear instead, "What are you doing?" the words seemed silly, insignificant even, but it was all she could manage.

"Well, it seems that I'm pointing a loaded gun at you Dr. Tancredi. I need answers and you're going to give me them."

Hi voice was cold, cryptic even, Sara knew he must've been referring to two certain cons that she apparently did still have ties to. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He tightened his grip on the gun, "Well, the art of origami and a certain cell phone conversation says differently. I don't want to hurt you Sara, I just need one thing from you."

"What?" she asked after taking a deep breath.

"Michael Scofield." Sara searched his eyes. He wasn't looking for Michael so they could go grab a beer and maybe catch a baseball game. If she gave him Michael she was giving him Michael and Lincoln's lives. She wouldn't do that, she couldn't.

"I can't help you. I don't know how to get in touch with him and I have no idea where he is." The first part was a lie, the second wasn't. She hoped her experience in her middle school plays was paying off.

"You're going to have to find a way to help. Because if you can't, you'll just be helping the coroner from having a boring night. Understand?"

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"I'm not messing around guys, we can't all be here." Michael was beyond frustrated, mostly because he was also scared. He couldn't have this go wrong now. They've come too far, they've gotten through too much.

"We need this money man, just as much as you do. Now you can pick and choose who gets it, have the others rat you out, and end up back in Fox River, or you can learn how to share," C-Note stepped closer to Michael.

Michael threw a shovel to him, hard, "Start digging. Everyone. The faster we get this done the faster I'll know none of you screwed up."

"Meaning?" Sucre asked.

"Meaning, that any minute this place can be surrounded by Feds depending on how stealthily you all got here. I don't feel like taking that chance."

All the cons shared glances wondering how much they trusted the others. The digging didn't take long and they got the money up fairly easily. Michael couldn't help but smile when he saw the mint green cash. It was in perfect condition. The smell was absolute perfection. How they were all going to carry that money out of there was something he didn't consider. He and Lincoln were covered with the car out back but the others weren't.

Luckily, he didn't have to worry about it, being that they were in an old ranch there was plenty of empty sacks and such. He got what he needed and he and Lincoln were ready to leave. Handing $830,000 over to T-bag was the hardest thing he had to do. Then he realized something, he didn't really have to.

"I haven't had my hands on this amount of money in, well, forever. Correction, hand," he smiled his devilish grin as he wrapped his good hand around a bundle of the cash. Michael caught Lincoln's stare and Lincoln nodded, it wasn't difficult to figure out what he was thinking.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted," Michael said as Lincoln grabbed him. He slammed him against the shed wall and the rest of the cons backed away from the commotion to simply watch. No one in the room had any compassion for T-bag therefore didn't mind seeing him be turned on.

Michael grabbed some rope that was against the side of the shed and began to tie his hands and legs. T-bag struggled greatly but all it took was Lincoln securing rope around his bad hand for him to squeal in pain and be forced to comply. "I'm going to kill you," T-bag hissed at Michael.

"I find that impossible once you're behind bars. Especially since there won't be someone there to break you out."

"Oh trust me Pretty, I'll find a way. I'll find someone or something to get to you. Or maybe to your little girlfriend. If you think I won't pay you back for this you really have lost your mind fish."

Lincoln hit him hard across the face, "You come after my brother, I come after you. Got it?"

"You may scare some people, but not me. You may be bigger but I have a hell of a lot more evil inside me. And trust me, bad wins over brute." T-bag's words carried an eerie truth no one would admit.

"There's not one word that comes from your mouth that I would ever trust," Lincoln responded.

They tied T-bag to secure bars, making sure he wouldn't be escaping at all. They wouldn't take that chance. Michael finished the task by knocking him out the same way he did to the guy who was attacking Sara back during the riot. "Bye T-bag, tell the guards we say hi."

Sucre was the first to speak, "Hey, Papi, you weren't planning on trying to do that to all of us right? Cause I have a hell of a left hook and I'd hate to mess up that face of yours."

Michael laughed for the first time since he entered the shed, "No Sucre, I'm not worried about you three. I just want you to get your girl. Speaking of, how'd that go?"

"Not good fish. But I'm not giving up that easily."

"Glad to hear it, be safe okay?" He embraced his friend, saying goodbye for the second time.

Tweener looked unsure of things but eventually just grabbed the sack that he made full of his share and started to back away from the group. "Yo, be careful a'ight? Don't need to be flippin' through that newspaper and seein' 'nother one of my peeps bein' popped like Abruzzi a'ight?"

"Alright kid, same goes for you," Lincoln never really paid the kid much attention but he could see how young he looked in that moment and it reminded him of LJ; scared, nervous, unsure. He needed to do something to ease that, even if it was for this kid he barely knew.

C-note was the last to say goodbye, being former military he had to wonder what they would do with T-bag, "You just going to leave him? He could get out."

"Nah, once we all get a good distance away I'll call the feds. He'll be back at Fox River by tomorrow."

C-Note looked worried, "What would you call a safe distance fish?"

Michael tossed C-Note a set of keys, "There's a car about a mile outside of town on the main road. It's parked in a long-term lot, impossible to miss. It's a 1992 Chevy, blue. Take it and drive as far as you can."

C-Note was surprised that Michael would trust him enough to do this for him, he didn't even know why C-Note was incarcerated. But then again, maybe he did. "Why?" he asked him.

"Because I don't think anyone should be punished for trying to serve their country." Michael did his research even if it was a little late. A public library and an open computer gave him all the access he needed. Michael had many talents and breaking into arrest records and background checks gave him C-Note's testimony and sentence within minutes. He was suddenly at ease with who he broke out of prison. At least, one more of them. Now T-bag was as good as gone, Abruzzi, though he felt for him, was no longer a threat and all he had to be concerned about was Haywire.

"Thank you Michael." He couldn't remember if C-Note had ever called him Michael but either way it made him smile.

Sucre took quick steps forward and took Michael in a rough embrace that almost knocked Michael to the ground. "Thanks Papi! I owe you man!" he hit him on the back as boys do then he and C-Note walked out of the brothers' lives for what wasn't necessarily the last time.

"2 million dollars in our hands Michael. What do we do now?" Lincoln asked his brother.

"Now, we go get your son."

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"I'm not lying to you. I don't know how to get in touch with him. He called me, the number's been disconnected." Sara tried to move further from him but it was impossible. She was cornered.

"Come on Sara, I'm smarter than that. Already had the phone conversation relayed to me. Already traced the number. Already came up with nothing. Except the fact that you have something that can, how did he put it? Protect you." Kellerman laughed at the phrase. Sara didn't seem amused. "Come on, you have to see the irony. Whatever he thinks he's doing to protect you is really just causing you to be alone in your living room with a gun trained on you. It's kind of funny. Well, I guess only if you're the one with the gun."

Sara's eyes darted around the room and saw the clock. It was 11:32pm. She knew Michael and she knew he must have timed when she would get the complete number. This made her nervous. The initial crane told her to call right away, as soon as she could. That time had come now and should've come at 3pm when she should've gotten her mail. Michael would know that. What if he thought she wasn't going to call? What if she never could talk to him again? But she couldn't now, not now that it would risk his life. She couldn't believe she would risk her own for him but then again, she wasn't all that surprised. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if something happened to him because of her, and yet she knew he felt the same; hence the origami and the elaborate plan.

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Michael looked at the clock in the car. 10:34 pm. That meant it was 11:34pm in Chicago. Sara should have gotten the last cranes already. Everything depended on her calling him that day. Her train left tomorrow night and he wanted to give her enough time to get her things together, to get her head straight, to make a decision. He bough two tickets that were waiting in a lock box at the train station. One was to Connecticut. There was a remote cabin there that she would have to take a small bus to. It was secluded enough that no one would recognize her and originally had been there incase LJ needed protection. Now that he knew LJ would be coming with them the house was for her, if she wanted it. He hoped she wouldn't though.

Because the second ticket was to New Mexico. Where there was no cabin or small town, but there was Michael. He would be waiting for her and she could come with them. On their way to Utah, when he used that library to look up C-Note, he also used it for something else; new passports. Luckily, he had the configuration among his tattoos and was able to reconstruct their "legal" papers. This time he made one for LJ and lastly, Dr. Sara Tancredi. He knew she would have actual ID and she would bring it but he feared her name being recognized.

But none of that mattered if she didn't call. It was now 11:02. Past midnight where she was. He had to call, he had to make sure she believed him. He took out one of his many cell phones and dialed a number he recognized since he looked up S. Tancredi in the yellow pages months ago.

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Sara's cell phone rang and she froze. She prayed she wouldn't have to answer it because she knew, but so did Kellerman. He smiled and looked at the called ID, it was a 732 number and obviously wasn't in her phone book. "Now who could be calling at such an hour?" He switched the phone on speaker right after making it clear to Sara that all she was to say was hello or else she'd feel what it was like to be shot in the shoulder. He assured her it wasn't fun.

Sara attempted to swallow her fear please don't be him. "Hello?" she managed after a moment.

"Sara, it's me. You didn't call." Kellerman's eyes narrowed. She didn't call. She knew how to get in touch with him. Sara noticed Michael's incriminating statement. Before she could respond Kellerman cut in, snatching the phone away from Sara. He had handcuffed her to the desk and she was helpless in fighting for the phone.

"You see Michael; she was a little too busy to call. But I'd be happy to chat with you."

Michael froze on the other end of the phone. His grip tightened on the phone and his knuckles turned white. He was in the restroom of a truck stop and he pressed his other hand against the wall, giving him balance. "Who is this?"

"There are many ways I can answer that Mr. Scofield. The man who's looking for you and your brother, the guy that killed your nephew's mother, or maybe just the guy that has a gun pointed at your Doctor friend." Sara lowered her head after hearing Kellerman's description of himself. Michael was right, 100 right.

Michael felt sick to his stomach. He closed his eyes and took a sharp breath after hearing the last statement. "If you touch her I swear I'll kill you."

Sara's head shot up as she heard his voice over the speakerphone. He sounded so sincere, so desperate, so much like he cared.

"I don't want to kill her Michael. That's another murder that has to be covered up and another mess I have to clean up." Kellerman's tone was even and heartless. "I want to make this as simple as possible."

"What do you want?"

"Your brother."

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Hope that will hold you all over for the next chapter! Oh and A/N the other car was there in case something happened with Michael and Lincoln's. Michael wasn't always going to have it there for C-Note.

Hope you liked it! Reviews please!