Chapter 59: Captured
SONA visitation area…
"I wish I could go back in time," murmured Sophia as she, Jack, and Lincoln sat in the car waiting for Michael, "Back to when things made sense."
Jack nodded in agreement and a flash of sadness crossed her gaze.
"Me too," she murmured, "Although, that would have meant going back to before I met Alex…"
Sophia gave Jack a smile of understanding.
Just then, the saw Michael emerge from SONA. Lincoln and Jack climbed out of the car and walked over to him. Jack's face lit up as she recognized the familiar figure walking beside of him.
"Alex!" she cried, happily.
Alex smiled and his dull, blue gaze seemed to come back to life as he gazed lovingly at her. He approached the fence and pressed himself up against it, trying to get as close to her as he could.
Jack smiled and her eyes grew shiny with emotion as she threaded her fingers through the mesh fence and around his.
"Is that Whistler's girlfriend?" asked Michael, nodding towards where Sophia was still sitting in the car.
"Yeah," said Lincoln, a touch of resentment in his voice.
"Why are you spending so much time with her?" asked Michael, giving his brother a knowing look, "Do you really think that's wise?"
Lincoln shot his brother an angry and irritated look. Michael just smiled and shook his head.
"Anyway," he said, changing the subject, "We have a tunnel that'll get us into no-man's land, but we'll need a guard diversion to get to the fence."
"Sure, no problem," said Lincoln.
"There's something else…"
Lincoln narrowed his eyes at Michael.
"What is it?"
"T-Bag, Bellick, and a drug-lord will be joining us."
"I don't care," said Lincoln, "I just want Whistler so I can get my son back."
"I wonder if there's a way to get L.J. back without handing Whistler over..."
Lincoln gave his brother a confused look.
"What are you talking about, Michael?"
Michael did not reply, but a strange, thoughtful look crossed his face.
Back at the hotel…
Lincoln, Jack and Sophia went back to the hotel. Sophia was packing her suitcase when Lincoln approached her.
"It's probably best if you and Whistler disappear for a while after the escape," he said, quietly.
Sophia nodded, "Yeah, I suppose it is."
Lincoln frowned in concern.
"That is of course considering that Michael still plans to hand Whistler over to them."
"What is he thinking?" asked Jack, shaking her head, "He can't mess with these people…they'll kill us all and L.J. if he pulls anymore stunts."
Just then, Lincoln's phone rang.
"Yeah?"
"Linc? We're on for tonight."
"You mind telling me how we're pulling this off, Michael?"
"I need to talk to Sucre first…"
Sucre sat at a bar, waiting for Susan. She soon arrived and handed him the bomb he had placed in her car.
"If anything else happens that I'm not expecting," she hissed, "There will be one less pregnant girl in Chicago!"
Sucre swallowed nervously.
"Now, are the brothers going to break Whistler out tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Are they planning to hand Whistler over to me?"
Sucre hesitated. Susan leapt up out of her chair and grabbed Sucre around the neck.
"Don't lie to me!" she snarled in his ear.
She held him for a moment longer, and then slowly released her death-grip. Sucre choked and gasped for air.
"Michael…Michael seemed nervous…about giving Whistler…to you," he gasped, painfully, "He broke out some…some bad guys last year…in Fox River. He doesn't want to do it again."
Susan narrowed her eyes and nodded thoughtfully.
"Thank you, Sucre. You're finally proving yourself to be useful."
A few minutes later…
Sophia stopped on the side of the street to use a nearby payphone. She gasped in shock as she was suddenly grabbed from behind.
Susan sneered as she watched her flunky drag her into a car.
"That was easier than I thought…"
Lincoln's phone rang again.
"Yeah?"
"Lincoln…its Susan. I want a face-to-face meeting," she crooned, "Just a little friendly chat about tonight. Here's the address…"
Meanwhile at SONA…
Sucre pulled out a cell phone and called Michael.
"Michael? Hey papi…how can I be of service?"
"Sucre, I need you to go check out the back-up generator. Give me the model and the number."
"Sure, no problem."
Sucre glanced around to make sure none of the other guards were watching. He slipped behind the generator and began to read off the information he could find.
"Thanks, Sucre," said Michael, sincerely, "That's all I need right now."
"Well, papi," said Sucre with a slight hint of amusement in his voice, "Wouldn't you like me to 'fix-up' those jeep patrols for you?"
Lincoln and Jack walked into the warehouse Susan had indicated over the phone.
Jack gaped in shock as she saw Sophia, tied to a chair near Susan. Susan smiled coldly at them as they approached. Jack quickly glanced around, trying to assess the situation. As far as she could tell, Susan only had one bodyguard in the building. She narrowed her eyes at her sister as she tried to read the message behind their evil stare.
"Don't worry, sis," crooned Susan, "As long as you do what I say, Sophia doesn't get hurt."
Sophia's eyes were wide with panic. She gazed desperately at Jack and Lincoln, silently pleading for help.
Jack's jaw tightened with anger and shame as she wondered how she could be related to this monster of a woman. With a silent determination, Jack knew at that moment she would have her revenge. She would not back down from this woman, sister or no sister, she would not let her get away with this. Even if it was the last thing she did…
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