Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break. I don't own any of the following characters: Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Veronica Donavon, LJ Burrows, Theodore Bagwell, Agent Bellick, or Nika. I have no affiliation with Prison Break of any of its contents.

A/N: Okay, like I said before…I have returned to my action side for now and I think y'all will be surprised at everything I have in store for this chapter! READ!

-------------The parking lot of the Holiday Inn in Coleville, Utah----------

"What are you doing here T-bag?" Linc asked placing both hands on his hips and directly looking at the middle-aged southern man sitting on the hood of the Camry.

"What do you think I'm here for? I'm here for the money pretty." The southern hick informed Linc as he jumped off the hood of the car, confronting Lincoln face to face.

"We don't have the money." Michael said standing next to his older brother with an angered expression on his face.

"Well then explain to me how the hole under the farm was as empty as a bottle of Jack Daniel's in Texas…the entire five million was gone" T-bag said now facing Michael directly in the face.

Michael looked at T-bag with his usual deep stare then turned to his brother, looking him straight into his eyes. Through eye contact Linc nodded and looked back over at T-bag. Unaware of what exactly was going on, LJ sat down on the curb of the street admiring the many cars passing by. T-bag looked at the two brothers and smiled.

"So, none of ya gonna talk then. Well, we can do this the hard way or the easy one and it looks to me as if ya'll gonna pick the hard way…" The southern man stated as he patted Michael on the shoulder, gritting his teeth.

"Listen Theodore, we don't have the money. Now why don't you go somewhere else before things start getting ugly!" Burrows said pointing his hand towards the road.

"If it weren't for your little brother over here, you'd be as good as dog food. So I suggest ya start warmin' up to me…" T-bag suggested looking at Michael square in the eye.

"Listen T-bag, I've kept my end of the bargain up by helping you escape. Now, it's your turn…get out of here…" Michael said blatantly looking at T-bag with intimidating eyes as he stepped forward so that he was now one step ahead of his older brother.

"Now you listen here pretty, all I want is my share of the bargain fish. You give me the money and everyone walks outta here safe. You don't give me the money and I take the boy." T-bag said reaching in his pocket for a knife.

"No! You will not take my only son." Linc screamed raising a fist at T-bag.

T-bag looked at Lincoln for one split second, tightened his right fist and decked Burrows between the eyes. Lincoln fell against the car, hitting the side mirror. His face was covered in blood as was both of his hands. Small pieces of glass filled the face of Lincoln as well as his hands and legs. LJ glanced back at the chaos and saw his father, lying on the ground completely helpless. He immediately ran to his father's side as he ducked T-bag's punch.

"Dad are you alright?" The young teen asked his father frantically, lifting his father's head on his lap. "Dad, can you hear me?" LJ asked looking his father in the eyes.

"I dun told your father to leave me alone but his dumbass self picked the hard way. So Michael, which way do you choose? Are you going to be smart and pick the good way or follow in the footsteps of a brother who lied to you all your life?" T-bag asked raising a single eyebrow at Michael who was getting pumped.

Michael took another glance at T-bag threw a punch toward T-bag but missed and hit the side of the Camry. He rubbed his freshly hit knuckles and turned back around to find T-bag in a fighting stance. Scofield gave T-bag a smirk and threw another punch this time hitting T-bag on the side of his face. Blood began oozing down T-bag's face as he punched Michael throwing him off balance.

"All you had to was give me the money fish…" The southern hick informed Michael, throwing another punch and hitting the left side of Michael's face knocking him to the ground. "Just give up pretty boy."

"I'm not letting some southern asshole beat me!" Scofield exclaimed climbing back up to his fit and kicking T-bag in the lower stomach. T-bag leaned over with his hands directly across his stomach yelling in such pain that people on the other side of the road were looking over at the fresh fight.

"Come on fish, just say you'll give me the money and all this can be over very quickly." He said punching Michael in the lower stomach sending him to the ground. "Just say the magic words…"

"Fuck you." Michael said spitting out a small puddle of blood in front of his feet. "Fuck you T-bag."

"Those ain't the right magic words pretty boy…" T-bag said grabbing a hold of Michael's shirt and throwing his entire body against the side of the hotel building.

Now completely covered in blood, Michael looked up at T-bag and watched the southern man wipe his hands on Lincoln's shirt. Scofield attempted to stand up but was too weak to get up. His face was covered in blood, his right eye was completely black and his stomach was in more pain than he had ever experienced. Scofield's face was filled with pain as he tried to stand up but fell back against the building.

"Alright young man lets go…" T-bag said directing his attention to LJ who was wiping the blood from his father's face.

"No!" LJ exclaimed reaching into his father's front pocket, pulling out a pistol and pointing it in T-bag's direction.

"You don't actually think you're going to shoot me son?" T-bag asked admiring the young teen's hands shake as LJ pointed the gun directly in his face.

"What…what…what makes you…you…you…think I won't pull the gun…trigger…?" LJ stuttered as his began to shake uncontrollably with the gun pointing in T-bag's general direction.

"Look at ya there boy, you're stutterin' your words. Just put down the gun and nobody gets hurt. Just look at what happened to your family. They chose the wrong path and look at them now. They looked as if they got into a fight with a bear over a bee hive…" T-bag said pointing to the two brother's on the ground.

LJ looked at his vulnerable father and uncle then back at the man who was the source of their pain. LJ closed his eyes and pulled the trigger putting a bullet in T-bag's chest. T-bag looked down at his fresh wound and smiled as he fell to the ground. The blood began filling up the parking lot as T-bag reached his arm to his chest. The eyes of the southern man gently shut as his body completely broke down into pieces.

…what the hell did I just do…?

The young teen dropped the gun directly out of his hands as he watched it hit the pavement. He raced over to his father and began applying pressure on his many wounds. Out of no where LJ heard a scream. He turned around and saw Sara standing over Michael.

------------Chicago FBI department------------

"Agent Mahone, you have someone in your office that says they have information on the Fox River eight." The secretary behind the desk informed Mahone as he walked past her grabbing a folder from the brunette's hands.

"Thanks Judy." Mahone said walking down the department hallway and into the staff break room.

"Hey Alex, have you heard anymore from the Fox River case?" A tall slender FBI agent asked Mahone as he poured a small cup of coffee.

"No." Mahone answered opening his fountain pen and grabbing the pills from the pen cap. He placed the pills inside his mouth then swallowed them. The agent twisted the cap back on the pen and looked at the board in front of him. The board had many detailed drawings of Michael's tattoo.

…There has to be some sort of pattern within these lines…the way the photos are printed must lead to something. Why doesn't this make since? This very tattoo must have their escape printed on it. Each pattern must be depicted in a special order…

Mahone ran his finger along the lines of the tattoo, tracing the demon over and over until he finally stopped. He rubbed his forehead in confusion and walked over to the coffee pot then poured another rather large cup of coffee. The agent stirred in a good helping of creamer complete with some sugar.

"So Mahone, did you hear about the Abruzzi shooting?" The slender agent asked trying to make conversation with Mahone.

"Yes, Agent Scott…" Mahone answered shortly, grabbing his cup of coffee and walking out of the break room.

The angered agent walked down the hall and opened the door to his private office. In the chair in front of his desk sat a tall dark haired woman. Mahone walked around his desk and sat down in his comfy leather chair. He folded his hands in front of his body and looked at the woman in the eyes.

"I know where you can find Michael." The Puerto Rican woman said looking at Mahone as she lifted her head up and smirked.

----------------Holiday Inn Parking lot-------------------

"What is going on? What happened here? Michael, who did this to you? What is going on here? Why are you hurt? Who hurt you?" Sara questioned Michael as she began cleaning his wounds with her own shirt.

"I…I…I…" Michael stuttered looking Sara directly in the eyes.

"Sara, can you come and look at my dad?" LJ asked attempting to stop the blood flow from a wound on Lincoln's head.

"Yeah…hold on. Michael, I'll be right back." Sara informed Michael glancing over at Lincoln and walking over to the man against the car. "Can you feel this?" She asked as she pressed against the open wound on Lincoln's head.

Lincoln looked over at Sara; his face began to cringe as she applied more pressure. Sara's face grew more worried by the minute. The blood from Lincoln's head began splattering everyone. The doctor took the cloth on top of the wound off and pulled out the glass piece that was embedded in his head. Linc let off a cry of pain. His eyes grew more intense in pain as Sara began wrapping a different piece of cloth around his head.

"This should be okay for now. I'm going to go check on Michael. Are you okay LJ? Are you hurt in any way?" Sara asked looking over LJ and walking back toward Michael. "What the hell!" She yelled looking at the dead man in the middle of the parking lot.

Sara crouched beside the dead southern man and took his pulse. She placed two fingers along his bloody neck and felt nothing. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized he was dead. She looked back over at Michael and saw his eyes that appeared to be in excruciating pain. Sara walked over to her wounded friend and began cleaning him up, removing the glass shards from his body.

"Are you okay?" Sara asked trying to get Michael to say anything although she knew that everything was not okay.

"Yes, how is my brother?" Michael asked coughing up a little blood onto Sara's sleeve. "..Sorry…" He mumbled trying to wipe the blood off Sara's blue sleeve.

"It's okay, I'm a doctor. Lincoln is going to be fine. LJ is taking care of him, applying pressure to the open wounds. He just needs some rest and for those wounds to heal. How are you Michael?" The worried woman asked Michael as she began applying a small amount of pressure onto his forehead. "Can you feel that?"

"…Yes!" Michael screamed in pain. "Why did you do that?" He asked rubbing his forehead with his bloody hand.

"I needed to make sure that you still had feeling in your body." The doctor responded smirking at Michael as she wrapped a bandage around his head. "How are your arms?"

"They're fine." Scofield remarked rather short to Sara. He watched the brunette wrap a white shirt around his head so that it was stopping the blood flow. "So, is Linc okay? How are his injuries? What happened to T-bag?" Michael asked trying to sit up to look at the rest of the parking lot.

"Hold on Michael, you need to worry about one thing at a time. Your brother is just fine like I said before. T-bag however isn't so well. He has suffered major head trauma and was shot in the chest." Sara said as she watched Michael's face go from pain to mere fear.

Michael quickly rose up from his relaxed position. Blood quickly rushed through his head as he looked at his brother then back at T-bag who was spread out in the middle of the parking lot. He ran his hand across his forehead as he noticed a police officer walking towards him. The officer was about 10 yards away.

"Quick hide the body!" Michael exclaimed as he and LJ lifted T-bag into the trunk of the Camry.

Everyone watched as the police officer walked past Michael and LJ and smiled. Michael waved hello and waited for the police officer to pass. Sara looked over at Michael and smiled as he came running toward her. Michael gave her a big hug.

"Everything is going to be okay…" Scofield said rubbing Sara's back.

"Hey Michael, the cops are coming back!" Linc shouted crawling over to the hotel building.

Michael looked over at the physically fit police officer. His face was expression-less as he looked over at Sara and blinked.

----------------End of Chapter-------------

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm sorry it took so long to post it but I had to go back and edit a lot of material so that it would fit with my upcoming action/adventure/romance stuff. I also had to take time out to watch the new episode in which I'm sure EVERYONE watched! LOL, so yeah…..

Oh yeah and for a 'special reader' I added the line 'pretty boy' just for you….btw, it's an inside joke…