What felt like weeks was only about four days. Once Seth had woken from his slumber he immediately realized that we were going the wrong way. I was the one who told him about David and Brooke and how Brooke had saved me from Mahone the first round and I wanted to return the favour. Seth didn't like my idea and the fact that I was doing it more for a girl seemed more like a suicide mission but I didn't faze from what I said. Seth had reluctantly agreed only if Brett and himself do it. I was to stay in the van.

"What?" I cried.

"You are injured," Seth reminded. "Brutally injured how do you think you're going to spring two people from a police station looking like that?"

I had to admit that I wasn't in the best shape but this was Brooke we were talking about. After all she had done for me…

"Let Brett and I handle this."

"What are you going to do?" I asked then added sarcastically, "shoot up the place?"

Brett tried to hold in a laugh and even Seth chuckled a few times.

"We have to plan this out."

"Actually," Brett interrupted. "Me mates already gotta plan."

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah man – and it's great."

Seth turned to me to explain and I was ready. "In all police stations the holding cells are in the back right? Well so are the infirmaries."

I could tell that Seth saw where I was going towards and I noticed the tension slowly vanishing.

"Every police station is authorized to have a small infirmary where they hold injured inmates in case there is a fight. Brett and I will go in and he will explain that he found me lying in the street. The police officers will take me to the infirmary until the ambulance gets there and by that time I will sneak out of the infirmary, go to the dressing rooms, put on a uniform and go release David and Brooke."

While I was explaining the plan I had noticed that Seth's expressions were changing a few times from interested to unimpressed.

"And what happens if they find out that you're actually Jason Buchanan?"

"They have an old mug shot of me, I'm completely different from when I looked back then in Fox River."

"Even if you look different, what if Mahone is still there?" Seth asked. "He will definitely notice you."

"I'll have a hood on…and a baseball cap."

"They'll want you to take it off."

I sighed then replied slowly, "If Mahone is there then…we'll just have to…make…him…not there."

Seth caught on quickly and so did Brett as he eyed me from the review mirror.

"So who's gonna make the call?" Brett asked.

Mahone was angry. On the outside he looked calm, patient and determined like every Agent should but on the inside he was like a ticking time bomb waiting to hit zero. After the interview with Gregory Parks, more news reporters wanted to talk about him. Jason Buchanan the escape artist; the man who was able to escape not only once but twice right underneath Agent Mahone's nose. Mahone was sitting by himself in the interview room he studied a spot of blood on the table. It wasn't my fault, Mahone thought dimly to himself and it actually wasn't. The guard in the room took David's violent temper to be unnerving and impossible to deal with so the guard took out his baton and struck the young man over the head. David was unconscious before he hit the table and the blood was from his nose.

Mahone could feel the emotions rushing through his body, he could feel the tension beat in rhythm with his heart and he gripped the chair to try and force his hands to stay still. As he was ready to get up the door opened and Mahone was caught off guard. His knee bashed against the metal table and he hissed in pain. The guard stood in the door like an idiot staring at the agent.

"What?" Mahone hissed between his teeth.

"There is a man on the phone, says that he saw Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows."

That seemed to make Mahone forget all about the pain as well as the urge to strangle the officer. He tried not to hobble out of the room but failed as the hit had temporarily paralyzed his nerves. Mahone ignored the stares from the officers and grabbed the phone off the desk.

"Mahone."

"Yeah man," the voice was definitely male with a British accent to it. "I saw Michael Scofield and his brother drivin' around these parts yeah?"

"What parts?" Mahone demanded. "Where did you see the brothers?"

"Florence, Oregon."

Mahone slammed the phone down and then snapped his fingers at the chief police officer.

"Get me a ticket to Florence, Oregon now!"

The whole police station exploded into action.

Sitting a mere twenty miles from the police station was us. Seth and I contained fits of laughter as Brett made the call. After much arguing, Brett had to do it; rock beats scissors after all.

"What if they trace the call?" I asked

"The phone's untraceable," Brett answered.

"Here they come."

"Damn their fast!"

But we stayed quiet and in hiding as a police cruiser zoomed by. The video camera on the dashboard caught everything and Brett plugged it into his laptop. He opened a few files and then clicked on the clip that just entered the system. He played it in super-slow motion and then stopped it. On the screen was a picture of Mahone and boy did he look pissed off.

"Just wait until he realizes that the whole thing was a prank," Seth said having a hard time contain a laugh.

"Then he'll be really pissed off."

"Let's get this done quickly."

Brett and I both jumped out of the van and then ran towards the police station. Once we were in good view Brett took one of my arms and wrapped it around his neck and pretended to drag me across the parking lot.

"Hey!" Brett shouted.

A single police officer saw him and came out running.

"What the hell happened?"

"Saw him lyin' on the ground just totally beat mate," Brett said. "Think 'e was mugged."

The police officer helped Brett drag me over to the light to see my wounds.

"Holy shit!" I could hear the officer call more people to help them. When more came, I heard one ask Brett to come with him while the others dragged me away to the infirmary. I could hear people whisper as they struggled to drag me down to the infirmary, I squinted in the light as we turned the corner to the infirmary.

The whole room smelled of bleach. It was painted eggshell white and had a single cot in the corner and the supplies on the opposite wall. They set me down gently and one snapped on a pair of gloves as they examined my face and arms. I pretended to be weak, dreary I even put on a show of speaking weakly only to be hushed by the officers in the infirmary. They lied me down and then most of them left accept the one officer who was the stand guard over me.

"Hey," I whispered as soon as I knew that it was safe.

The guard came over.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

The officer pondered but then nodded and then helped me up and across the hall to the bathroom. Both of us went inside and then he waited near the exit. They weren't going to be taken as fools. It made it harder to know if they knew it was actually me and they were just playing along or if they really didn't know who I was. I assumed that they really didn't know or else I think that I would have been arrested right on the spot.

Once I was finished I knew that I had to be quick in figuring out a way to get rid of the officer. I stepped out of the stall and walked to the sinks the officer continued to mind his own business and then that was when I attacked. I grabbed him by the head and then whacked his head off the wall. Immediately he slumped down unconscious, I knelt down to make sure and could feel a faint pulse against my fingers. I dragged the guard over to the stalls and threw him in one. I took his jacket, did it up and then headed out.

It was easy to locate the locker room and thank god that no one was in there. I quickly slipped on a pair of extra pants, a utility belt, and a hat then took my exit before anyone could come in. I tipped the hat over my eyes and then proceeded down the hallway until I came to the cells. I opened the door and sure enough there was an officer sitting in the watchman's room. Before I could do anything he buzzed me.

"Hey!" he said, the officer opened the door and I froze. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?"

I slowly turned and raised my hat just a bit.

"They found a permanent place for both Brooke and David Apolskis," I said.

"Did they now? And where would that be?"

"David's going back to Fox River and Brooke is going to Arizona."

The officer nodded and then said, "All right then." He came out with a pair of keys and I followed him down the aisle of inmates. In the third cell sat David, he had a bruise on his face and all along his arms were shallow cuts and finger shaped bruises. He looked up to see the cell being open and then stood. I wasn't completely sure if he could recognize me or not but I continued to go along with what I was doing.

"Turn around," the officer said. David obliged and the officer snapped the handcuffs on then rounded on me. "Who else did you say?"

"Brooke Apolskis."

The officer nodded and walked down a little further. I noticed David looking at me and I raised the cap hoping he will catch a glimpse of me and go with it. We came to Brooke's cell and it was opened. She was in better condition than David which I was glad for and watched as the cuffs were placed on her wrists. Immediately I knew that Brooke noticed it was me and went along with it.

We walked back to the entrance and the officer handed me the key. I honestly couldn't believe how smoothly this was going.

"I'll take it from here," I said to the officer. I took both Brooke and David under the arm and walked them out. When we were safe Brooke was the first one to talk.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too," I replied.

"You are aware of where you are right?" David said.

I nodded. "I know but when I found out that you were captured by Mahone I had to do something. Plus it's pay back for the hospital and the drive to Utah."

We came to the doors to the front entrance and I took in a deep breath. Just past this room and we're home free. We walked through the doors and acted as normal but there was something tense in the air, I saw the guard whom I had knocked out in the chief's office and someone else on the phone in a low conversation with the person on the other line. From the expression on her face I realized that it was serious. I was ready to reply when a click caught my attention and I turned to see an officer pointing a gun aimed directly at my head. The officer who I had knocked out came out of the room and so did the chief. Within seconds twenty .45 handguns were all aimed right at us three.

"What the hell did you do?" Brooke asked. I didn't reply and wanted to go for the gun in the utility belt but I knew that if I did I'd be shot.

"You're completely surrounded," the chief said coming towards us. "Give it up."

Before I could react, Brooke unclipped the gun from the holster and pointed it at the chief. At first everyone was shocked but regained their composure as they realized that the three convicts only had one gun.

"You really think that my men won't be able to shoot you down before you can pull the trigger missy?" the chief asked.

I could see instant ferocity light up in Brooke's eyes and knew that she would die trying.

"Hand over the gun," the chief demanded holding out his hand to us. Brooke didn't move and neither did David or I.

"Don't be a hero girly, hand it over!"

I knew that Brooke was more than willing to pull the trigger but before she got the chance something rumbled outside. It stole everyone's attention from us momentarily but didn't last. The chief glared at Brooke.

"Hand it over!"

Just then a van came crashing through the front doors! Glass, wood and metal flew everywhere. I wrapped my arms protectively around Brooke and David as I pushed them towards the van. The doors flung open and Brett stood there.

"Get in!"

None of us needed the encouragement. David and I pushed Brooke in first, then I pushed in David and finally I hoisted myself up and then slammed the door shut just in time as bullets flew towards me.

"Drive!"

Seth floored the gas pedal. The van lurched forward sending us all tumbling to the ground and then sped out of the parking lot and onto the highway.