AN: It's Friday and I could get to a computer. So woo. Anyhow, updates might still be kind of shaky but I'll try to keep on track. Also thanks again to everyone who has reviewed.

***Waylon***

Miles had been wrong when he said the station wouldn't be hard to find. It took us twenty minutes of driving in the dark through a town that I could walk in five, but we did eventually find the building. It was made of concrete with a brick facade facing the street, the words 'Brooks County Sheriff's Department' were marked in bold black letters across the front door.

"Something tells me they won't welcome us at the front door, go around back." Miles said to me from the passenger's seat.

I agreed and pulled around the side of the building to the employee parking that also looked like it doubled as a squad car parking lot. While I parked the car miles chattered on about how we would get inside.

"Don't suppose you know how to pick a lock too." he asked me

"If I could do that things would have been much easier for me."

"Ok…" he took a look at the building "how are your climbing skills?"

I thought about my still healing shoulder and ankle "they've been better."

"Think you can make it into that window?" Miles pointed to a little prop up window that was about seven feet off the ground.

"Probably" pulling myself through would be rough, fitting through might even be a challenge. I had no idea how Miles expected to get through that thing, it would be tight for me and he was the bigger of the two of us.

"Great, here's the plan, I boost you through the window, you make your way over to this door" he pointed at a gray painted steel door "open it from the inside, then we make our way to evidence, get the cameras, then get the hell out of dodge before anyone notices. Deal?'

It sounded sort of hair brained to me, but Miles had made it into Mount Massive, so he either knew what he was doing or had a freakish large amount of good luck. I agreed.

We got out of the car, only for Miles to stop.

"One more thing," he rummaged through the cars middle console and pulled out a penny.

"What are you doing?"

He crouched behind a police car "Changing our plates, it might not help us while we're in the boonies where everyone knows everyone, but once we get back into a city it'll make us harder to keep track of." He pulled the plate of the cruiser and started doing the same to the sedan.

Apparently pennies make great flat heads because he had the plates swapped in little to no time. With that done we walked up to the window, Miles netted his hands to gather, giving me a foot hold.

"Up you go"

I stepped into his hands and reached for the window seal. Miles pushed me up most of the way, and it took a bit of skin off my back, but I made it through the hole in the wall. The fall onto the ground hurt and made me grunt, my ankle took the brunt of it. My leg had stitches in it now, and still occasionally wept and swelled. It wasn't as bad as it had been, but taking more than thirty steps started making it nag on me.

After taking a second to take in the pain I looked up. I stood in a hall of cells, there were only four of them and the hall was separate from the rest of the station, but there was a man in one of them. He looked passed out drunk, but I didn't want to risk waking him and letting everyone in the building know I was here.

Creeping past the man I went to the door, there was a window in it so I took the chance to inspect the outside.

The lobby was to the left, I could just barely see a counter corner. There seemed to be a young man at the desk, a receptionist of some sort. He was chatting with a cop. I couldn't see far, but it looked like there was a hall further to the left. To the right was a plain wall and a small hallway with a steel door at the end, that had to be the one that Miles was waiting at.

I slowly nudged the door open. This was just like old times, except no one was insane and it was light enough to see. Moving around the corner as quietly as plausible I slipped the door shut behind me. I could hear the two men in the lobby chatting away, something about a football game.

With no noise I went to the door and let Miles in. Before he had time to make a smart-alec comment I held my finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet. He got the message. We moved down the hall and towards the lobby, the conversation between the two men grew louder

"…any way I was obvious that we'd win"

"I seem to remember hearing you were on the edge of your set the whole time"

"If you heard it from Dan, you should know that he's a damn liar."

There was a good natured laughter "well, it's a quarter to one, I'm due at the hospital."

"Still stuck on guard duty?"

"Yep, more than half the stations there looking after those guys."

"Everyone's been tight lipped about those two, all I hear are rumors. What's the story?"

"They're a couple of class acts, in for bank robbery, assault, capital murder, possible kidnapping. If I didn't know better I'd say they eat babies for breakfast"

"Now you're exaggerating."

"I don't know man, one of 'em. Oh fuck what's his name…Miles. Ya, he's kind of spooky. The machines in his room keep going hay-wire and none of the meds go in his system."

I took a look over my shoulder at Miles, who held his hands up as if to say "don't look at me, I didn't do it"

"There's the rumors I keep hearing" they continued on talking.

"Believe what you want to, but I know what I saw"

"Sure-"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by a radio.

"Calling all units, we have two escaped convicts from East Baptist Hospital. All units please respond" the voice belonged to a lady and sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

The men were quiet for a second, then one spoke up "This is Robins, I'll be on the lookout."

The two said goodbye and I could make out the sound of doors sliding open and shutting. Peeking around the corner I could see the remaining man at the desk. He couldn't be a day over eighteen, probably a kid with a part time job. He was facing the door now. Me and Miles took the chance, walking crouched to a hall that branched from the main room.

Aware that the kid at the counter could turn around any second we moved as quickly as we could. At the end of the hall there was another steel door with a sign that said 'exit' in bright red litters, that would be useful. To my right was a room filled with desks and paper work, on the far end I could see two offices, one labeled as belonging to sheriff Stiles. Just passed that room and its windowed halls was another hall branching to the right, we ducked down that, moving out of sight of the lobby.

There were two doors to the left, one to the right. The first one we came to was labeled as an interview room. It was the second one that was labeled evidence. Miles reached for the handle only to find that it was locked.

Miles muttered under his breath "not this again"

"The keys are probably back at the main desk" I whispered to him.

"…shit" he peeked around the corner at the kid sitting at the desk, "You're right, I can see some keys hanging on a drawer. We're going to have to go get them."

He was right. We crept back down the empty hall. From where we were I could see out the main doors and into the empty parking lot, it looked like we were the only ones in here. It didn't take long for us to get close to the desk. We were less than five feet away from the boy when Miles stood upright.

What was he thinking?

"Hey kid."

The boy at the desk nearly jumped out of his skin. He wildly looked over his shoulder as he swiveled his chair around to face us.

He didn't say a word.

"Ya, hi. Can you hand me the key to for the evidence lockup?" Miles held out his hand like he was asking someone to pass the salt.

I could hear the boys breathing, his heart must have been beating a mile a minute. He might have recognized us from the news.

Miles insisted none the less "I kind of need that key, I'm on a time limit."

The boy groped the cabinet behind him without ever looking away from us. After an agonizing twenty seconds he grabbed a set of keys.

"Thank you very much." Miles grabbed them from his hand then started to back up down the hallway we came from, I followed.

We were half way down the hall before either of us turned around, less than a second after we did I heard the boy move from his chair and the doors whoosh open.

"I'm thinking we only have five minutes before any cops show up, so let's make this quick."

I agreed. He unlocked the door and we stepped into the tiny evidence storage room. Being a pretty quiet county there wasn't much in here, which made our job easier. It took all of three minutes for me to find the suitcase, Miles came up behind me with both cameras in hand.

"That's everything, let's go."

I took a step outside the evidence room, only to be greeted by a woman holding a gun and standing ready to shoot.