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Eeep. So it's been almost a week since I last updated, and for me, it feels like forever! I write my chapters on a computer without internet and then transfer it on to this one (obviously with internet access), but I couldn't find the thing I use to transfer chapters...
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Oh, and to all those who are waiting for the Mi/Sa I promised, there's a big scene for them in the next chapter. Really. :)
"Hands on your head!" Mahone shouted, gun still held defensively in front of him. Michael, Lincoln, Sucre, Sara, and Kate all slowly lifted their hands, and placed them obediently on their heads. While they certainly outnumbered the agent, he was the only one with a loaded weapon, and someone was likely to get shot if they tried anything. "You too!" He added, looking at the bartender.
"Hey man, I ain't got nothin' to do with your problems, whatever they are." The bartender said, resting his hands on the counter.
"Hands on your head!" Mahone yelled.
"Just take the money, man, and get it over with." The bartender urged Mahone, clearly misinterpreting his motive.
"I don't want the money; hands on your head!" The man looked ready to argue the point, but changed his mind and put his hands on top of his head. "I told you that I would find you." Mahone said, breathing just a little harder than usual. "I told you, Michael." Michael met his gaze, but didn't respond. "They thought that I couldn't do it, but then again, they don't know how to think like fugitives."
"Think about what you're doing, Alex." Michael said, softly.
"I know exactly what I'm doing, Michael. You know I'm a killer; five or six more murders won't make me lose any sleep." Alex replied, a small, grim smile on his face.
"Killing us won't give you what you want." Michael continued.
"Oh?" Mahone challenged. "But letting you live will? Turn around!"
Michael glanced at Lincoln, who nodded almost imperceptibly, before turning around silently to face the bar. Sucre did the same, as did Kate, after a moment's hesitation. She didn't know who this man was, or if he was serious about killing them, but for now, Kate decided to just do what everybody else did.
Sara, on the other hand, was not content to go with the flow and let Michael continue to face the Mahone, against the agent's wishes. "Michael, just do what he says!" She hissed to Michael, facing the bar.
"Ah, Ms. Tancredi. How convenient for you to be here." Alex said, voice full of false kindness. He walked over and stood behind Sara.
"Dr. Tancredi." Sara spat.
"People being held at gun point are generally a bit nicer to the one holding the gun." Mahone commented.
"I'm not being held at-" Sara stopped as the agent dug the tip of the gun into her back.
"Don't worry. You are." Alex replied, as the two police officers walked through the entrance of the bar. "Hand-cuff them." He ordered the cops, who moved quickly to obey. One handcuffed Kate, while the other moved towards Michael.
Suddenly, Lincoln turned around, forcefully swinging a large bottle of vodka into Mahone's head, knocking him over. A gunshot was fired, but Lincoln ignored it and hit the agent a few times, knocking him out. A few feet away, Sucre was doing the same to a police officer, while the other one was still trying to clamp cuffs on Michael, who was trying to get to Sara.
There was fighting for a few moments. Kate largely tried to stay out of the way; being handcuffed, she wouldn't be able to do much. Plus, she wasn't really sure if being taken by the police would be a bad thing for her at this point. Then she could explain what had really happened, clear her name, and go home….
Gradually, Kate realized that the fighting had stopped. The police and Mahone were all on the floor, unconscious, and Sucre, Michael, and Lincoln stood, panting. The bartender was slumped against the counter; Kate suspected he was dead. He must have been on the receiving end of Mahone's gunshot. Michael moved over to where Sara was standing as she dropped the remnants of a tequila bottle on the ground; she had used it to fend off a cop.
"Sara-" Michael began to say something, but stopped as the sound of sirens filled the air. "Let's go."
They went out the door, and ran towards the cars. The group was about halfway across the dark parking lot when a SWAT van pulled in. The five people scattered, trying to avoid getting hit by the massive vehicle. Lincoln made his way back to the car, figuring that they would all meet there. As the seconds passed, and no one else appeared, he walked away from the car, searching. He came across Kate, who was hiding behind the bartender's car.
"Come with me." Lincoln ordered, pulling her to her feet before she could respond. They ran back across the parking lot, to the car, and quickly got in.
Michael, Sucre, and Sara had all moved backwards quickly, to avoid being hit by the van.
"Michael?" Sara asked, as she collided with someone.
"I'll take that as a compliment, but no." Sucre responded.
"Sara!" Michael was shouting from across the parking lot, where he had stopped.
"Michael!" Sara yelled back, leading Sucre towards the younger brother.
"Sara, I-" Michael was cut off as policemen began exiting the van quickly.
"My car!" Sara shouted at the men, and took off towards her silver vehicle. Michael and Sucre followed as fast as they could, and quickly got inside.
"What about Lincoln and Kate?" Sucre asked, looking around in search of the pair. Michael also looked, but neither of them saw Michael's brother or the other doctor.
"Look!" Sara exclaimed, as another car pulled out of the parking lot. "That's them!" Michael and Sucre turned. Michael nodded, confirming the identities of the passengers of the other car.
Lincoln drove, as Kate turned back to look at the other car. "They're all in there." She said. Lincoln nodded.
For nearly twenty minutes, both vehicles were involved in car chases, desperately trying to evade the police vehicles that were on their tails. Lincoln and Michael had deliberately driven in opposite directions, forcing the authorities to divide their attention between the two of them. Eventually, the drivers were satisfied that they had lost their pursuers.
After about an hour of driving normally, Kate finally spoke. "Why did you take me with you?" She asked, staring out at the dark landscape.
Lincoln glanced at her briefly, before looking back at the road. "I took the key to the handcuffs." He replied.
Kate grinned faintly. "Oh."
"Where are we going?" Sara asked, through a yawn.
"Eventually we're meeting back up with Lincoln. And Kate." Michael answered. "But for now, we're just driving away. We have to find somewhere to lay low for about a week." Sara nodded. Ten minutes later, she was asleep.
A little after midnight, Lincoln stopped the car at a deserted rest station. "Here." He said, pulling out the key he'd stolen from the cops. Kate held out her hands, and Lincoln removed the handcuffs.
"You're bleeding." Kate remarked, staring at him.
"What?"
She pointed at his face. "You're bleeding." Lincoln gingerly felt along his cheekbone where she was pointing, until he encountered a warm liquid. He looked at his fingers, and was surprised to see blood. "Let me look at it." Kate ordered, shifting so she was kneeling on her seat. "I think you need stitches."
Lincoln leaned back, swatting her hand away. "It's fine." He said. "Let's just go."
"Come on, you might need stitches. I have some stuff left over from Fernando, we can stitch it up right now, get it over with…"
"No, it's fine. Really."
"Just let me look at it!"
"No!" Lincoln buckled his seat belt again, and turned towards her. "We're going."
"Lincoln, don't be such a baby!"
"I just don't want you to-"
"Just let me look at it! You might not even need stitches. Just let me look." Kate urged him. Lincoln stared at her for a moment, before sighing in resignation.
Kate turned on the overhead light, and reached for her white coat. She put on a pair of rubber gloves, and examined the cut on his face. It was about an inch long, and about two inches beneath his right eye. "You don't really need stitches." Kate announced, a moment later. "Although it is kind of deep."
"See? I told you it was fine."
"You should let me clean it though." Kate added.
"It doesn't need to be cleaned."
"Yes, it does. You're on the run from the law. If it gets infected, where do you think you're going to get antibiotics?" The doctor asked. Lincoln considered this for a moment, before nodding.
"Are you always so stubborn?" Lincoln asked uncomfortably a few minutes later, as Kate placed a bandage on his cut. He was trying very hard to suppress a strange fluttery sensation he was getting in the pit of his stomach as her fingers brushed across his face, and hoped that a bit of conversation would help.
"Sometimes." Kate replied, before getting out of the car to throw the supplies she used in a garbage can. "Okay. Now we can go." Lincoln rolled his eyes slightly as she got back in before beginning to drive away.
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