The air in the truck filled with tension as Brooke glared daggers at Mahone who seemed to have found his chance to captured three criminals. He pressed the gun harder against David's skull.

"Get out of the truck," he shouted towards us.

In the distance I could hear police sirens wail through the streets. Mahone turned around quickly and the cool expression on his face turned into frustration as a police car was in the distance.

"Out of the fucking car!"

I was ready to get out but Brooke had other ideas. She put the truck in drive and then sped right in David and Mahone's direction. I thought that she was nuts but her gambit paid off as Mahone fired twice in their direction but missed both times and jumped just in time as the truck crashed through the fence. David had thrown himself in the opposite direction as the truck went through the fence. I rolled down the window and Brooke pushed past me so that she was partially on top of me.

"Get in," she demanded and then moved back.

David didn't need to be encouraged as Mahone started to come out of his daze. David jumped into the back part of the truck and then Brooke pressed down on the gas pedal. Just as we were leaving a police car drove up we picked up speed. I opened the slide window.

"Where is everyone?" I shouted to David.

"Digging up the garage of a house," he replied.

I frowned. "Why the hell would they be doing that?"

"Five million dollars."

I then struck me. I had totally forgotten about Westmoreland and the truth about the money under the silo. That despite the claims of a million dollars buried after the D.C Cooper jump; there was really five million.

"Guys," Brooke interrupted, "I have to go off road in order to loose them."

It was only then I noticed two police cars chasing us down the long dirty road. I looked fearfully at David who was too big to fit through the tiny window and his only hope was to hold on tight.

"Isn't there any other way?" David shouted at his sister.

Brooke shook her head and switched gears to four-wheel drive.

"Hold on."

She jerked the wheel hard and it went off the road and onto a path meant for four-wheelers. Branches slapped and scraped the truck but that didn't slow Brooke down nor the police. One of the police cars came crashing after us while the other blocked the entrance. Brooke stepped on the gas pedal even harder and in a result we had to make a sharp turn in order to avoid collision with tress. The police car wasn't fast enough though and crashed right into the trees but that didn't stop Brooke one bit as she continued to drive through the trail until they reached safety.

Five minutes later they came out of the trail and then parked in the shadows of an abandoned factory. They all just sat there in silence for a few moments.

"Who is all there?" I asked. "I mean at the house digging."

"Michael and Lincoln of course," David answered then started to tick off names. "Sucre, C-note and T-bag."

My heart lept with joy. Teddy was alive! Wasn't sure how he did it but he was fucking alive! I wanted to go to him, to get Brooke to drive me over to wherever they were but then I was worried. What if Teddy had changed? He was all alone for that long with an amputaed hand, that had to do something to his personality.

"Where too now?" I asked, just seeing what they would say.

"We go into hiding," Brooke answered. "Start a rumour saying that David was murdered by that Agent, wait a month and then say that you died from suicide."

"I don't think people will believe that I was murdered by an Agent."

Brooke shook her head. "Trust me, people go for that shit. It's work."

"What about the others?" I blurted.

David and Brooke looked at me.

"What do you mean the others?" Brooke asked.

"Michael and the other guys?"

"Not my problem," then she turned to David -, "Or yours."

David didn't reply to his sister.

"So we're just going to let them get caught by the fucking police?"

"What else is there to do Jason?"

"Just drop me off at the end of the street and I'll be fine."

Brooke shook her head. "It's too damn dangerous, I don't know how you buddies managed to get all the way over here without getting caught. But this is going too far!"

"I need to help them."

"You don't need to do anything."

I was frustrated, why didn't she see that I was worried? I wanted to go to see if they were alright, I wanted to go see if they actually believed the news that I ratted them out, but most importantly I wanted to go see if Teddy was okay.

"You don't have to go to him."

I turned to see David giving me a sympathetic look but I turned away. I didn't need anyone's sympathy, I was getting by fine on my own. But still no one understood, nor will they ever. They don't understand that things that Teddy had done for me, they didn't understand the risks he took or the promises he made to keep me safe. But of course, he wanted something in return, something that I was able to give him since I was his cellmate.

"Drop me off at the end of the road," I said making up my mind. Brooke shook my head as if I was crazy but I pretended that I didn't notice.

The drive to the street was long and with David's instructions we got there in no time. Brooke parked and then gave me a nod good-bye while David actually said good-bye to me. I closed the door and then watched as the truck pulled away hoping that I'd be able to see them again.

I walked down the street and immediately started to regret keeping the jeans on. Only when I was halfway down the road I was starting to sweat, beads rolled down the side of my head and onto my neck. I continued to walk until I came to the address that David had told me and then froze. Before me in the driveway was a parked police car. My blood froze and I wasn't sure what to do. Make a run for it? But that might get the neighbours suspicious if there even were any neighbours watching. I took in a breath and then quickly scurried to the side of the house and then moved towards the garage side door. I remember David saying that they were digging in the garage because that was where the money was. I grasped the handle and then took in a deep breath. I then twisted and pushed it open.

Inside was a large hole in the middle of the garage floor, digging was a black man and a Peurto Rican both covered head to toe in sweat. Near the entrance to the house were two people and the another person sitting down putting what looked like magazines into a large travelor's bag. All were staring at me as if shocked to see that I was still alive, I could see Michael was trying to figure out something to say but I turned my back on him and looked at Teddy.

"Hello."