I would have had this chapter out last night but I thought i saved and I closed my document to come here to find it didn't save! I was so angery! Thankfully I was free today to type it up. Enjoy!
I stand off to the side with Lincoln and Sucre as Michael and his father bicker back and forth. "Taking a rid on the wide side?" Sucre questions with a laugh while gesturing the handcuffs. "Ha, ha yeah. But just wait papi, when I'm back in the office I'm gunning after your ass." We both laugh before he goes off to break up a pending fight between Michael and Aldo.
"We can fix this. I came back so that we could fix this," Aldo says as I here rocks crumble in the distance. "There's a tape. It gives us everything we need. Linc will be set free if we find it.," Dad says.
"You're not gonna believe who he thinks has it," Lincoln says. "Sara."
"You think Sara has this tape?" Michael questions and my eyes trace the piles of rock surrounding us. "Shh, shh, shh…" I hush everyone as rocks clatter around us, soon after Alex erupts from behind the rock and begins to open fire. "Alex! Help! Alex!" I holler as I jump up and down attracting Alex towards up. "What are you doing!" Lincoln questions.
"Being the FBI agent I'm supposed to be, not your ticket out of here. So either you grab me and run or I have to take you in." Lincoln grabs me just above the waist and begins to drag me in the direction of Fernando's car. I kick and scream trying to fight Lincolns grip, pretending to get to safety. I break from his grip and drop to the ground and I attempt to crawl away. A hand grasps each of my hips, Lincoln picks me up and leans me over he shoulder; making it very difficult to get away.
We make it to the car and Lincoln literally throws me into the back seat with Michael and Aldo before driving off. Sucre and Lincoln begin to celebrate our escape when a grunt erupts from Aldo as he rests his head on Michael. I look down at him to see he had taken a bullet to the gut. "Michael, Lincoln…" I choke. "Get us to a hospital." Lincoln brings up that there is not a hospital close by and Michael exclaims: "Just get us to a hospital!"
"It's bile. He got me clean through," Aldo says hoarsely as I attempt to put pressure on the wound. "Listen to me. Sorry. I wish I'd never left. You find Sara Tancredi. She can end this. It's up to you now." His eyes shut slowly as he life leaves his body and it quickly brings the memory of watching my son die.
Flashback:
Ignoring the laceration on my forehead sending blood down my face I run to the ambulance where Ross is begin loaded in. I am grabbed by to officers and I fight my out of their grip. "I need to see my son!" I climb up into the back of the ambulance and sit at the side of the gurney as the paramedics provide Ross with air. I grasp on of his hands in mine as his blue eyes look towards me in fear. "Everything is going to be okay honey. Everything is going to be okay." I assure him. For one second he squeezes my hand but then it goes limp. I look up at his eyes and watch as they slowly close. "No! NO!" I cry out. "NOOOO!"
End of flashback.
I now sit my feet planted firmly on the ground as I sit half in half out of the car, trying to hold back my tears. Sucre leans on the front of the car and Michael and Lincoln slowly walk back from the make shift grave. Lincoln gets into the back seat beside me and I lean on the cold glass window watery eyed. "You okay?" He questions and I get the feeling he actually cares; which I doubt. "Nothing." my voice cracks as we continue to drive through the sand.
We arrive at the plane landing point and the three guys get out after a quick 'goodbye' and a 'thanks' from Lincoln. I watch from the car as the guys spend a few minutes talking and Michael and Lincoln return. "What are you guys doing? The Plane is leaving!" I exclaims as I jab my pointer finger at the window pointing at the plane that is ready for take off.
"We're staying," Lincoln replies as he starts the car.
"This is what you've been waiting for!" I state in shock. "Your only chance to get away and your not going to take it!" None of them reply. "What are you guys going to do if your not leaving?"
"Drive to a border town, find a cell phone signal and call Sara." Michael says simply and everything goes silent. Night falls and we continue to drive after seeing a vehicle tailing us hours earlier, having a hunch that it is Mahone.
"I don't see him." Lincoln says as he glances in the read view mirror.
"Trust me, we haven't lost him yet."
The car is quickly lit by Michaels cell phone as it goes from 'No Service' to 'Connecting', then back to 'No Service'. "Linc, stop the car. We gotta stop the car. That's a radio tower over there. It must be picking up some kind of analog signal. We gotta get closer. Turn around."
"What about your friend back there?" Lincoln asks Michael.
"If we're gonna go down, might as well go down swinging." Michael says and Lincoln turns the car around. Michael punches in Sara's number as we speed down the road. "All right. Come on, come on, come on, come on. We are in business. It's going through. Come on, Sara, pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up."
In a blink of an eye Alex's car erupts from the darkness and impacts the car on the passengers side in which Michael and I sit. As the car spins we are jumbled throughout the car and I hit my head hard on the window, where I had once had the laceration from years ago. Two car doors slam shut as Lincoln and Michael exit the car leaving me behind. I begin to cough rapidly as smoke from the fire at the front of the car seeps inside. I squint my eyes as the flames become brighter and I try to ram my way out of the door unable to grip the handle with shaking hands.
I am grabbed from behind and am pulled from the burning wreck. I am laid on the ground with my head rested on Lincoln's laps. My head aching I slump me head off to the side to see Alex, his gun pointing at us standing in front of the car I was just in, flames quickly making their way to the back.