I haven't been able to stay on the ball this weekend *sigh*and tomrrow I have to go back to school :( So glad summer is in a few months!
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.
I look around in open area scared for what may happen next. Not waiting to find out I run for the SUV and dive to the floor in the back seat. My phone vibrates and I quickly look at the number before answering it. "ALEX! Oh my gosh. I'm so glad it's you. I just got a phone call, I think someone's trying to kill me." I breath into the phone.
"Em, where are you? I'll come to you. Everything will be okay." Alex assures me.
"I'm laying in the back of my SUV at that park you sent me to." I explain and my mind explodes with a possible explanation. "Do you have something to do with this?"
"No Em why would you think that? There's a hotel near the park go there. I'll come get you and also check it Burrows, Scofield or Tancredi have checked in. They shouldn't be far from where you are." Alex says before hanging up. I open the side door slowly and drop on to the ground crouched down low. I close the door behind me and lock them up before making a mad dash to the hotel.
I run through the rotating door and into the front counter where the clerk greets me with a hello.
"Emily Johnson, FBI. Have either of these men checked in?" I ask then hold up the mug shots of Michael and Lincoln. She shakes her head. "How about this woman?" I hold up a picture of Ms. Tancredi.
"Yeah. Um. Checked her into room Ten-o-six." She replies and hands me a key card. I head for the stairwell. My heels clip against the steps as I travel upwards. I come to the third floor and soon to room ten-o-six. I slide the key card into the door and slowly open it. I go to close the door behind me but it wont close. I look behind me to see Alex. He fallows me into the room, it looks abandoned, but things aren't always what they seem. We step back against the wall leading out when shuffling sounds from around the corner.
Mahone draws his gun and I reach for my own. With two steps Ms. Tancredi walking into his line of fire her cell phone in hand and freezes. "Sit down," Mahone demand and we all migrate into the sitting area.
"When were they here? Five minutes? Ten minutes?"
"They were never here." Sara says softly then looks over at me.
"No, no. They were here. I know they were here. Where did they go?" I question, I need to know where he is. Sara doesn't reply - she obviously doesn't know who I am.
"He decided it was for the best, and I couldn't take this anymore." Sara rolls a lie off her tongue.
"It's over just like that, huh? It's over like the time you flew to New Mexico on a dead woman's ID to meet up with him? Or it's over like the time when you met up and got back together at the train station in Evansville? Or maybe like the day today, when you checked in this hotel here two hours ago. Which one is like, like that?"
"I don't care if you believe me or not." She sneers as she twiddles her thumbs. I sit back against the window and look out onto the streets when my phone vibrates from the inner breast pocket I pull it out and look down at he caller ID: payphone. "I think I have to take this," I mumble before walking of to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me, step into the bathtub and into the furthest back corner. "Lincoln?" I whisper.
"Yeah it's me." He voice erupts through the phone and I slide to sit in the bath tub. "I called to say goodbye."
"Wa- say goodbye?" I say my voice shaky.
"Yeah. What you have done for me and my family - I will never forget. You are truly one of a kind. I am sorry I have no way to repay you -"
"Let me come with you -" I whisper out. "- People are after me, for knowing that you innocent. What's up with that Lincoln? Who are these people?"
"I can only wish I had the time to explain this all to you and that you could come with me. I know that your friend Mahone would fallow close behind you. For now I can only say to watch you back, keep your gun loaded and I hope to see you again. Good bye Emily" With the click of the phone call ending silent tears run down my cheeks. I quickly wipe them off feeling partially stupid and the other half scared. Stupid because I helped a con and expected to get something good out of it - all I got was a big ass target on my back and scared for that reason. I walk out of the bathroom to see Mahone his head in his hands and Ms. Tancredi nowhere to be seen.
One week Later…
Alex and I sit in his basement office staring at the collage of information on the about the fox river eight we have collected. "Where the hell did you go?" Mahone questions and the little person in my head begins to jump up and down shouting 'I know! I know!'. Alex flashes the picture of Scofields 'English, Fitz and Percy' tattoo in front of my face and questions. "What does that look like to you? There, right there," While pointing at a triangular symbol beside it.
"Uh, it's a triangle."
"Yeah, I thought so too. But they all have symbols from the Greek alphabet," He says. "We need to find his omega,"
"The last letter of the Greek alphabet. Is the last step of their plan." We become to rummage through the piles of tattoo photographs searching for the omega. I find it upon one of the petals in which Christ sits with in - Christ in a flower.
"What is that? Christ in a flower?" Alex asks.
"He's in a rose, and these numbers, six seventeen," I say while pointing to the number in one of the petals of the rose. "Could be biblical. Chapter six, verse seventeen… Or a date! What day is it?"
"Fifteenth," Alex replies.
"So whatever his last step is... It's gonna happen in two days."
We gather agents into the board room along with every file on the brothers. We're going to crake this code if it takes all night. "Christ as a rose. It's a pretty common theme that runs through the bible. And there's a belief that Christ rose from the dead. And since this is Scofield's final step, a new life, could be something there," Agent Felicia Lang speaks up from the group and I begin to take notes on the white board.
"Here we go. Harmonists. First settlers of New Harmony, Indiana. Used a golden rose as their symbol for Christ," One of the agent says from behind me.
"There's a flower called the Christmas rose," Another one sounds.
I write the possible meaning of the tattoo on the board when a name pops out up out of the words. "Who's got Scofield's file?" Agent Lang hold it out for me and I rapidly flip through it finding what I need."Christ in a rose - Scofields mother's name. Christina Rose Scofield,"
"Hmm, but I thought she was dead," Alex says.
"Well, so did I. So did I. The very first thing that the Scofields did when they broke out of Fox River is he picked up a bunch of supplies that he had stashed in a grave. I want you to find out where Scofield's mother's buried."
"And what?" An Agent asks.
"And see if she's buried," I say. "What about Panama?" I slip and I quickly bite my lip preventing my self from saying more.
"What about Panama?" Lang asks.
"Well, we found his hard drive, it was full of information about Central America, Panama in
Particular." Alex says and I let out a sigh in relief - I forgot about that.
"Which he knows you have. Guy's got all kinds of hubris, but he's smart enough to stay out of a country where he knows you'll be waiting for him." Lang says.
"Unless there's something there that he needs. Or someone. I want a map of Panama. And find out if Scofield's mom, Christina Rose, has any family in Central America. Any property, anything." Alex demands and we both want back to the lower level office.
We collect up our things that we need from the office then drive how to pace up our things for our travel down to Panama. Unlike Alex I do not plan to return to the states so I pack a maximum of four bags filled with cotton shirts, jeans, shorts, shoes, products, and special belongings. My escort arrives to take me down to the airport. Mahone and I sit side by side waiting for our flight to be called. Mahone pulls out his PDA and a message pops up on the website replying to our own fake message.
-The Bag still has the bag. He's in Panama City at the Fin Del Camino Hotel. If you're there and want to help put that bird back in the cage, let me know. Sucre.
~We're in. Let me know when you get there. Michael.
Alex quickly punches in a reply.
I'll be there tomorrow. See you then. Sucre.