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WARNING: Brief bad language in this chapter. It's a direct quote from the show…
Chapter 55: Fight or Flight
Lincoln was blindfolded by one of Susan's goons. He began to protest and tried to fight the man off.
"Relax Lincoln!" ordered Susan, "I promised my sister I'd have you back in one piece."
Susan roughly dragged him out of the car and over towards a large shed-like building.
"You have one minute," she hissed into his ear as she shoved him inside.
Lincoln yanked the black cloth off his eyes and blinked, trying to get used to the dim light.
"Dad?"
Lincoln felt his legs go weak with relief at the sound of his son's voice.
"L.J.? Is that you?"
Lincoln ran over to L.J. and hugged him. He was bound to a chair, but his eyes were bright and happy.
Lincoln immediately began looking around for a possible escape route.
"Dad there's no point. The bitch is crazy!"
Just then, the doors of the shed slid open and Susan stepped inside.
"Okay, Lincoln. That's enough."
"I'll get you out of here, L.J." said Lincoln, earnestly, "I love you."
"I love you too Dad."
Sucre strode up to SONA with one of his special deliveries in his hands. He saw Michael sitting in a hot box in the center of the outskirts of the prison grounds.
"Does he need water?" asked one of the guards.
"Who cares," answered another.
"I'll take him some!" said Sucre as he filled up a small cup and ran over to Michael.
"Papi! Papi, it's me! Are you alright? What happened?"
Michael lifted his head slowly and glanced up at Sucre. He stood and gladly accepted the water.
"Get out of here Sucre," he whispered, painfully, "It's not worth it anymore. Don't let anything happen to L.J., okay?"
"Why are you talking like you're going to…"
Sucre paused, horror masking his face.
"Aw, Michael!"
"Just quit the job Sucre…and don't come back."
Later that afternoon, Sucre returned to the hotel. Lincoln and Jack were discussing some options regarding the escape when he entered the room.
"Where's Sophia?" he asked, looking around.
Jack shrugged, "Said she had something to do."
Sucre nodded absently. Jack narrowed her eyes in concern.
"What is it, Sucre?"
"It's Michael…"
"What about Michael?" snapped Lincoln.
"He's in solitary."
"SONA has solitary?" asked Jack, surprised.
"They know something's up," said Sucre, nervously, "They put him in a hot box. They figured once he sweated for awhile in there, he'd be more willing to talk."
Jack's eyes widened with shock and horror.
"What are we going to do?" she asked in a whisper.
"Michael said not to do anything…he said it was too late. He told me to take care of L.J. and you guys and to quit my job at SONA."
Lincoln and Jack shared confused and alarmed looks.
"Why would he say something like that?" asked Lincoln.
Sucre shrugged, "I guess he thinks he can't do this. He thinks they're breaking Whistler out with or without us so it doesn't really matter."
"Of course it does!" said Jack, suddenly, "We aren't giving up this easily!"
"Maybe he's right," muttered Lincoln, darkly, "Maybe it is too late. If Michael's giving up…"
Jack gave him an incredulous look.
"I can't believe I'm hearing this," she said, her voice threatening.
She glanced back and forth between Sucre and Lincoln, glaring at them in fury.
"Fine! If you two want to give up, that's your problem. But I will not give up on Alex! Not after all we've been through, not after all he did to save me. I can't lose him," Jack paused, her voice cracking with emotion, "So…if you two want to walk out on this, fine. But I'm going to stay here and fight."
Sucre and Lincoln glanced at one another, uncertainty in their eyes.
"Well, I can't give up," said Sucre after a while, "I need the money for Maricruz and the baby."
Lincoln narrowed his eyes at Sucre.
"But they barely pay you anything."
Sucre glanced down, awkwardly.
"Well, actually I've been doing a little side job."
Jack shot him a look.
"What kind of side job?"
"I've been delivering packages to SONA from some guys," he said, quietly, "They pay me a lot to do it too."
Jack's eyes flashed angrily.
"Do you have any idea what's in these packages?"
"No," Sucre mumbled.
Jack sneered in exasperation.
"So for all you know, you could be working with The Company?!"
"They're not Company…"
"And how do you know!?" Jack shouted as she stood and moved over to the window.
Sucre grew quiet for a moment.
"There's something else," he said suddenly.
Jack whirled around and glared at him.
"Great…what is it?"
"Some guy downstairs…he looked American. He was watching me pretty closely as I came in."
Jack and Lincoln gave each other a look.
"He may be Company," continued Sucre, "When I turned the corner, I looked back to see if he was still there. He pulled out a cell phone and called someone."
Jack sighed and put her hands on top of her head.
"Great, now they're stalking us."
They all grew quiet for several minutes.
Suddenly, Lincoln jerked his head up. His eyes were bright and he smiled slightly.
"Hey guys? I think I have an idea…"
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