Hello everyone! Time for chapter nine. There will be a fairly long break before the next chapter because of school, other fics and just flat out lack of time. Days need to be longer or school needs to be shorter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.
I lay on the ground trying to take in the clean air as I feel Lincolns figures gently entwine with the hair above my neck. I look up at him and he looks scared, I slide my hand down my side to grab his hand to comfort him but mostly myself - I almost died and he of all people saved me! "Get up." Alex breaks the silence as he keeps his gun trained on the brothers. I get up off the ground and rush over to Alex as if I was in danger with the brothers. "Turn around. Turn around!" Alex instructs and the brothers do not do as he says.
"If you're gonna murder us, Alex, you're gonna have to look us in the eyes while you do it." Michael states and my body is filled with shock. Alex wouldn't; would he? "You want me, you got me. Let my brother go!"
"I don't want either of you. I just want my life back!" Mahone yells brutally and I back away from Alex scared of him more then anything. Out of the never ending darkness a mans voice erupts over a megaphone breaking the tension. "This is the United States Border Patrol. Drop the weapon and remain where you are." Soon after patrol cars light the area and fill the air with their wailing sirens. "Drop the weapon. United States Border Patrol! Drop your weapon!" "I'm FBI. These men are in my custody." Alex announces. "I don't care who you are. Until we verify, you will drop your weapon or we will drop you. Your choice."
Alex hesitates and I glance at him with my still handcuffed hands up. "Do it or you'll never get your life back!" I whisper swiftly. He listens to my advice and places the gun onto the ground. The Boarder Patrol quickly move in.
Cut to unknown ma watching television broadcast:
"Now, not a lot of information available at this time, but we do know the brothers were apprehended without incident while attempting to leave the country through the deserts of New Mexico.
A long way from Illinois' Fox River State Penitentiary, where they escaped from less than ten days ago. The Fox River Eight, as the group of convicts were once known, are now down to four, as only Benjamin Miles Franklin, Fernando Sucre, Charles Patoshik and Theodore Bagwell remain at large. Officials say its only a matter of days before the rest of the Fox River Eight are back behind prison walls. Tips continue to pour in to manhunt's national hotline, and officials believe all four fugitives are still on American soil, allaying fears that they may have escaped across the Mexican border."
End of broadcast.
The boarder patrol uncuffs me on arrival at the holding facility at the boarder. I walk over the pay phone across for the holding cells and dial the number of the FBI office in Chicago. "Congratulations, sir." Agent Wheeler's voice erupts from the other end of the call. "Uh…" He traild off before informing me "…a call from the Illinois DOC. They're sending a huge contingent down there to collect Burrows and Scofield, take them back to Fox River personally."
"Remind them this is a federal case, and we'll handle transport. Now…"
"I did. But it's an election year, collar this big, everybody wants a piece. Warden called in a favour to the Bureau chief. He okayed it, so here we are. Should be there in about an hour." He explains.
"I wanna be placed in the prisoner-transport vehicle." I say quickly.
"What for?"
"Just get it done!"
"Maim, these were the big fish and you helped bring them in. You should feel good about that." I glance back at the brothers in the holding cell then down at my feet. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." I sigh before hanging up. I go to round the corner when I here Alex's voice. I peer around it to see he is on the phone.
"Yeah, well, Border Patrol showed up. Nothing I could do," I over hear him as I flatten myself up against the wall wanting to know more. "They're being watched. By armed guards," Alex replies to the person on the other end and I quickly put two and two together. Who ever was on the other end want the brothers dead. "Hey, are you listening? Okay? With the security here, what you're asking me to do is tantamount to suicide. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
I hear his cell phone click shut and I quickly begin to walk in the other direction pretending I didn't hear anything when I run into an officer. "Oh, ah, Sorry. Emily Johnson, Bureau," I introduce my self. "These are my prisoners, and I will be personally escorting them in the transfer vehicle."
"You can follow in a chase car." He says sternly completely avoiding my hint of flirtation.
"I don't believe you heard me. I'll be accompanying them in their trans…"
"The only people allowed in the van are the driver and two guards, who've been trained and
certified in prisoner transport." He explains.
"Are you really gonna make me go over your head?" I question as I put my hands on my hips. "And believe me that wont be hard." Really it wont, this guy is short.
"I'll even dial the phone for you. This is standard procedure, Agent Johnson. We need to keep that environment as controllable as possible. The more bodies, the less control." He explains and I give up, I'm never getting into that car.
The screech of the cell door sounds as it is slid open. Michael and Lincoln step out calmly and are handcuffed. I follow them out and into a chase car lined up behind the transfer van. I secure my new gun in it's holster when my butt pocket begins to vibrate. I remove my vibrating phone from my back pocket and hold it up to my ear, wondering who would already have my new bureau cell number. "Emily Johnson?" A mans rough voice questions as the tires role into action. "This is she," I shuffle in my seat to look out the window at another chase car to see Alex putting his phone away. "…and this is?"
"Paul Kellerman," He replies as if I should know who he is. "Now I need you to do something for me Ms. Johnson. Are you willing to cooperate?"
"Depending on the terms…"
We arrive in Albuquerque after what feels like hours after my phone call with Mister Kellerman had ended. We stop in the dimly lit tunnel along with the rest of the convoy and I rump out of the SUV. Up ahead is a jackknifed truck blocking our path. I walk up to an officer at the barrier and question "How much time is it gonna take it move this?"
"I've got my men working on it now." The man replies and I turn to face the transport van. My eyes quickly lock with Lincoln who I caught staring at a door open over at the side of the tunnel.
"Take it. Take it and run." I whisper to myself hoping Lincoln or even his brother is smart enough to read my lips. The phone in my pocket begins to vibrate again and I quickly answer it. "Nothing so far," I say quickly into the phone recognizing Kellermans number. "They're talking, that's all."
"They haven't bitten in five minutes, you pull the semi, you tell them it's fixed. You release traffic." He states. "You want the rabbit to hop, you move the carrot."
Precious time passes and it's time to get back into our vehicle so the convoy can continue on it's way. I go to open the SUV door when shouts erupt from the officers; they are running. I look other towards the door to see Lincoln sliding under the railing who is closely followed by Michael. The officers surrounding and begin to open fire at the brothers but they are to quick, they close the door. Mahone whistles me over to him and we take another entrance into the tunnel.
We jog through the dark tunnels our guns drawn and ready to fire. We come to a fork in the tunnel and we both go in the other direction in hope of one of us running into the brothers. I round the corner to get forearmed in the face. I stumble back grasping my face and Lincoln steps out of the shadows. "You have to keep going - keep running. Where's Michael?"
"He went -" Lincoln cuts off and hushes me. "Someone's coming." Judging by the fast paced steps Mahone hit a dead end turned around; growing nearer with every stride. My brain begins to think rapidly of a plan and I start out by hitting Lincoln in the head with the butt of my gun. He looks at me confused then takes the hint. He sends the palm of his hand across my face, sending a stinging pain within it. Our 'fight' becomes intense as I send a kick into his stomach and he bends my right arm back double. Mahone comes to a stop behind us and I shout.
"Scofield ran - go-" I grunt out in pain and he continues on. He is so selfish! Just to make sure he is gone we 'fight' for five more minutes, at the end Lincoln has me back to the wall and he is looking down at me breathless. "Nice fight, no wonder they framed your for murder. You're a though guy." I breath deeply and lick the blood from my lower lip.
"I could say the same to you. With the exception of you being female and not being framed for murder," He chuckles softly as his blue hues stay in gaze with my green. "I would like to thank you again for helping us out, and helping LJ. He looks up to you." I give off a smile and Lincoln gently places his lips on mine. I gently push him off me and hum "You should get going, Mahone has probably caught up with Michael. I'll follow after. Lincoln jogs of with a crooked smile one his face. I place my head in my hands my head exploding with confusion and emotions I haven't felt in a long time. Minutes pass and I pick up my gun before following in the direction Lincoln had gone.
I quickly come to the end of the tunnel to see both Alexander and a man; I presume it's Kellerman: their guns pointed at the defenceless brothers. I bring my gun up and aim at the brothers as Kellerman, Alex and I make a triangle formation around them. Alex moves forward slightly ready to pull the trigger, but I beat him to the punch: I quickly a-line my arm with the rest of my body and pull the trigger of the gun; sending a bullet ripping through the air and into Alex's shoulder. He topples back to the ground in pain as he slowly looses consciousness.
Both Michael and Lincoln look at me in disbelief and Kellerman looks at me he gun raised ready to fire. "Shoulder or leg?" He questions.
"If you shot me in the leg I can't run. If you shoot me in the shoulder I'm unconscious like Alex. I like my shot with the leg." I stutter nervously as I clamp my eyes shut preparing my self for the pain of the bullet entering my body. The sound of the shot echoes off the tunnel walls along with my grunt of pain as I drop the ground. I sit up slightly, leaning back on my elbows and look down at my leg that blood quickly spills from. The words of Kellerman echo trough my mind as he tells the brothers what is going on. "Em-" Lincoln starts in a slightly concerned tone but I cut him off abruptly. "Go! Get out of here! I'm fine. GO!" I wrap my hands around my upper right thigh to hopefully stem the bleeding till an ambulance arrives. I wait long enough for the three of them before being to yelp at the top of my lungs. "HELP! Help! HELP!"