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The plane rolls to a stop on the tarmac and slowly begin to depart from the plane. Alex and I get our luggage and walk out to an FBI SUV waiting to take us back to Utah's Federal Building. We walk towards the building and we ar approached by Mister Lyle Sands. "Alexander Mahone, Emily Johnson," he greets us. "We've been briefed on all the men at large. The full force and resources of the entire Salt Lake City Field Office are at your disposal."

"Thank you. Do you have those files my office requested on the D.B. Cooper case?" Mahone questions.

"We're pulling them now. Sorry, but I have to ask. Aren't you here for the Fox River 8?" Sands questions.

"We are. And they're here in Utah to get D.B. Cooper's money. So how about those files, Lyle?"

Alex and I are stationed in a small office where we flip through the D.B Cooper case files. "There's a guy here listed as having the only D.B. Cooper bill ever found in circulation, Harold Jenkins."

"Yeah. D.B. bought gas from Jenkins with a hundred on the day of the hijacking. We checked the serial numbers and they matched." Lyle states.

"You worked the case?"

"Fresh out of the academy. And nobody's cracked it yet. What makes you think that these escapees know where the money is?" Lyle questions.

"Because they may have been locked up with the real D.B. Cooper. This Jenkins from the gas station, he still alive?"

"Should be. He was only 18 at the time." Sands replies.

"Well, let's go say hi to him. Emily you stay back just encase something come in…" Alex demands before walking out with Agent Sands.

I sit at the small desk all on my lonesome when the phone rings. I quickly answer it hoping that it will get me something to do. "Johnson."

"D.B. Cooper was driving a 1965 Chevy Nova."Alexs' voice quickly fills my ear.

"There's no record on file that Cooper even had a car."

"But Charles Westmoreland did and the car registered to him at the time was a 1965 Chevy Nova with a 16-gallon gas tank." Mahone says and I begin to take things down on a note pad. "Back then, a Chevy that size got approximately eight miles to the gallon. Now, D.B. stopped at the station in American Fork and gassed up once early that day, and then came back later that same night and gassed up again. Now why would a guy headed to Mexico - which is a straight shot south - drive off the main road for an all-day detour?"

"The money."

"Exactly. Cooper - Westmoreland - jumped out of a plane with five million. But Westmoreland didn't have the money on him when he was arrested. He ditched it before he got caught. From American Fork, he couldn't have gone further than sixty-four miles in every direction. I want everything you've got in that perimeter."

"You got it."

"Those cons are in one of these towns, and if there's so much as a cat missing in one of them I wanna know about it." I listen to local police calls and come across one that catches my attention. I quickly call up Mahone and we agree to meet down at a store in Toole.

"The owner's girlfriend reports him missing and then his buddy comes by to check it out and he goes missing too. But Woody and Chet have been known to drop everything and go boar hunting when the opportunity presents itself. And they don't tell their old ladies." Officer William describes the situation as we stand out front of store. I look through the door window and see a baseball bat on the floor. I scan the room more closely and see blood.

I remove my jacket from my shoulders and wrap it around my elbow. I bring it back then send it trough the window with a smash. I duck into the store my gun drawn ready to fire. I hear soft grunting in the air and fallow it. I walk into the back room to find a small shed locked shut with a screw driver. I open it slowly to see the missing men Woody and Chet. I put my gun back in the holster and rip the tape from one of the mens' mouths. "They're here. Those escaped convicts. They're here in town."

With our new information we soon get a hit on one of the eight. We sit in out vehicles, predators waiting for our prey. With our first glance at slight we step on the gas and begin to run him down. I cut him off and he collides with the car but rolls over it and keeps running. There is no why we are going to catch him in vehicle, time to hit the pavement. I jump out of the car my gun in my hand and sprint after him. He climbs over a fence and continue to chance him through the backyard of someone's home. He reaches another fence and I fire a sing shot into the air, Mister David Apolskis freezes. "Put your hands behind your head and drop to your knees." he does as I say. I quickly cuff him then lift him up from the ground. "Now I need you to tell me where they are."

Lincoln POV:

I stand in the garage of Jeanette Owns, taking a break from digging the hole in the center of the room that may or may not lead us to the five million dollars hidden by D.B Cooper himself. With the mention of my sons name my attention is quickly drawn to the news broadcast. "There's been a breaking development in the double-homicide prosecution of Lincoln Burrows, Jr. Due to the sudden disappearance of crucial blood and…"

"Hey, Linc, I didn't know you had a boy." T-Bag drawls and I quickly hush him.

"... the Cook County District Attorney's Office had no choice but to drop all charges against the 16-year-old. Burrows is scheduled to be released from the Klipton Detention Center in Kingman, Arizona where he's currently being held, tomorrow morning."

I storm off through the kitchen snatching up the car keys as I do so and rush outside. "Just hold on, okay? You can't do this. Linc!" Michael shouts as he fallows me out. "We are five minutes away in there!"

"We've been five minutes for four hours." I point out.

"Just give me some time. Be patient." Michael states.

"You think I give a damn about the money? You're afraid to fail. You're afraid this big plan of yours ain't gonna work out. You wanna get caught proving you can pull this thing off, be my guest. LJ's out there, I'm gonna get him." I go to get in the car but Michael puts his hand on my arm stopping me.

"We have come 1500 miles across country. We have made it this far." he sighs.

"Then I guess this is where we part ways."

End of Lincoln POV.

I stand on the other side of the one way glass watching as young David Apolskis in interrogated by Alex, not saying a word. This kid is stubborn. We've attempted to bribe him with a shortened sentence, pop, almost everything and we've failed. My cell phone rings and I walk off to the side to answer it, not recognizing the number. "Hello?"

"Ah, Agent Emily Johnson?" The young mans voice questions on the other end of the call.

"This is she."

"It's Lincoln Burrows Junior. I'm being released from the Klipton Detention Center in Kingman, Arizona. And you said that you wanted to help me. Can you?" LJ questions his voice some what shaky.

"Yeah. What do you need money, cloths, what ever it is I'll get it for you."

"Can you start by meeting me tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure thing. I'll be there."