I could hear the dogs on our heels as we ran through the forest, we stopped for a little bit when we noticed Michael and Sucre were not behind us.
"Where are they?" I asked, panting to catch my breath, then there was a loud whistle.
"What the hell is that?" C-Note asked.
"Let's go" Lincoln said, and we ran out to the train line.
"All we gotta do is make it to the other side" He shouted over the noise of the train.
"What?" I shouted back.
"Make it to the other side!" Lincoln shouted, and I ran alongside the train.
"Come on you guys!" Abruzzi shouted.
"Come on, run!" I shouted, increasing my speed a little bit, to keep up with Lincoln.
"We gotta go! Go! Run! Move it! Move it!" Lincoln shouted.
"I think it's gaining speed man!" C-Note said, and indeed it was. I ran faster to get in front of the train, nearly tripping but regained my balance.
"Freeze! I will gun you down, Scofield!" I heard over the train, and Lincoln climbed on the train to help him. I heard a shot but relaxed when they both jumped off the train unharmed. We continued running into the forest.
After a while of running, we stopped to catch our breath.
"Ah, I thought I thought this out. I thought… you saw all those guys back there?" Sucre said.
"The key is they're back there, and we're up here" Michael replied.
"Yeah? And how long is that going to last?" Sucre asked.
C-Note stretched and said "Yeah, especially since we don't have a pot to piss in thanks to Abruzzi's magically disappearing jet!"
"You were never going to be on that plane, brother" Abruzzi said.
"And don't think I don't know where you were going either Scofield" C-Note said.
"And where am I going?" Michael asked, annoyed.
"Oh, I don't know… Utah? When were you planning on telling us about the money, man?" C-Note said.
"What money?" Sucre asked.
"The five million dollars that Westmorland planted in the desert in Utah" C-Note explained.
"You don't know what you're talking about" Michael said.
"You wish I didn't know" C-Note said, as we began to walk again.
"Wait, wait, what money?" Sucre asked confused. We found a river and I was about to sit with Sucre and the others, but Michael pulled me over to sit with him and Lincoln at the end of a fishing dock.
"We gotta dump them now" Lincoln said.
"Can't. They know about Utah" Michael said, glancing at me as I looked at the river.
"All the more reason to dump them"
"If they get caught, the feds will know exactly where we're going. They'll tell em. We've just gotta make sure they stay afloat, till we're off in Utah. Doing what we gotta do" I looked over at the other men and saw they were pacing.
"You really think the money's going to be there?" I asked.
"Charles might have had a flexible relationship with the truth, but at the end, at the end there'd be no reason for him to lie about it. I figure that once we bag it, we cross over into Mexico. Take a whole bunch of bumpy second-class bus rides till we hit Panama" Michael said.
Lincoln laughed and said "You really got a fix on this dive shop thing, huh?"
"Yeah. Right now I wouldn't mind swinging in a hammock for the next ten, twenty years"
"We got half the country after us. We aint making it to Panama or Utah. Not without help" Lincoln pointed out.
"Veronica can't help us" Michael said.
"How can you say that? We don't have money, clothes-" Michael interrupted him.
"I already got all that"
"Thought the plan was Abruzzi's jet" I said, confused.
"Abruzzi's jet was plan A" Michael said.
"Then we got-" Lincoln said.
"Everything we need"
"Where?" I asked.
"Storage" Michael looked down at his tattoos. We walked back over to the other men and Michael said.
"Saddle up!"
"Where we going?" Abruzzi asked.
"Somewhere we can stop being cons, start being civilians" Michael said.
!Yo, why don't you cut out all the riddles, Snowflake, and just give it to us straight" C-Note said, I heard something behind us and turned around to find a little girl watching us.
"Hey, hey, hey" I said, quieting C-Note.
"What?" He asked, as they turned around to see what I was looking at.
"Hi" She said.
"Hi" I said, stepping forward and crouching next to her.
"What are you doing?" She asked me.
"Well uh, we're just fishing" I said, she looked at my hands.
"With no poles?" She asked.
"Well, we like to fish with our hands" I said, smiling at her.
"Ye- yeah, that's it. Hand fishing" Sucre said, unconvincingly.
"I think the question is, what are you doing out here?" Michael asked.
"Hunting" She said, and a man appeared behind her with a shotgun.
"Gracie!" He noticed me crouched near his daughter and brandished his shotgun. "Get away! Gracie, get away! Get back!"
"Whoa, whoa" I raised my hands.
"You're those guys from Fox River! Don't any of you move a freakin muscle. Get away from her. GET AWAY FROM HER!" He shouted at me, I slowly stood up.
"Okay, okay. Just, relax. Relax" I said.
"Sir" Abruzzi said, stepping forward.
"You stay where you are" Abruzzi rushed forward and grabbed Gracie.
"John! No! Let her go!" We all protested.
Abruzzi pointed the gun at Gracie's dad and said "Put the gun down" The man hesitated.
"Put her down!" He shouted.
"Right now!" Abruzzi said, still pointing the gun.
"Let her go!" The man shouted.
"John, let go of the girl" I said.
"You, shut up!" He stood up still holding Gracie.
"Let her go!" Michael said.
"Put it down. Drop the gun You drop the gun. Drop it now! You put the gun down. One" Abruzzi aimed the gun at the girls head. "Gonna pull the trigger. Two!" The man hesitated, but threw the gun on the ground "Good boy. Good boy!" He turned to us and said. "Get the gun" When no one moved, he pointed the gun at Sucre "Pick it up!" Sucrehurried forward and grabbed the shotgun.
"Don't you hurt her!" The father said.
"HEY!" Abruzzi shouted.
"Don't you lay a-" Abruzzi pointed the gun at the sky and crouched down, said something to her, and she nodded.
"Run to daddy" He said, and she ran to him, he picked her up.
"I aint going to say anything to anybody, man" He said, as Michael walked forward.
"You're not going to get hurt so just calm down. Where's your car?" Michael asked.
"Up on the road"
"I need your keys" He handed them over, and as Michael walked off we followed him, I gave Abruzzi a death glare, and avoided walking next to him. We got in the car and was driving along in silence until C-Note said.
"You know what? That's it. I want Eye-Tie out of the car right now man. That was a little girl! Don't you have a heart? God. I have a daughter. I have a little girl"
Abruzzi leant forward and said "I got one too. But if I hadn't done what I had to do, we wouldn't be on our way to see 'em right now, would we?"
"Turn right up there" Michael said, tapping Lincoln on the shoulder.
"Woah whoa. Hold on. Where we going?" C-Note asked.
"Oswego" Michael answered.
"But that's West man, we need to go East. My family's back in Chicago!" C-Note shouted.
"And you think the cops don't know about it? You think they're not just sitting there waiting for you to come running back home? What's the matter with you?" Abruzzi said.
"What about New York?" Sucre asked.
"What about it?" Abruzzi asked.
"My girl''s pregnant, bro!" Sucre exclaimed.
"Understand your love is your weakness right now, and they know about it" Abruzzi said.
"That doesn't mean it has to stop you. You just gotta be smart about it. Get to Oswego" Michael said.
"Oswego is not on the way, Snowflake!" C-Note said.
"It's not where Oswego is; it's what's in Oswego" Michael said mysteriously.
"Where's Oswego?" Lincoln asked.
"Half mile maybe" Michael replied.
"Good" Lincoln said, I leaned against Michael's shoulder and took a much deserved nap. I was woken up about ten minutes later, we walked into a storage unit and Michael handed us all shovels.
"Lets go!" Michael said, pulling the door open, he lead us to a cemetery and quickly found which one he was looking for.
"Somebody is going to see us" C-Note said, from where he was digging.
"Keep digging" Lincoln said, watching everyone dig. I stood next to him, leaning on the gravestone. I felt like I was about to collapse I was so tired.
"We're gonna go the hell guys, I swear to God we're gonna go to hell" Sucre said, crossing himself.
Michael threw his shovel aside and said "Help me out" Two garbage bags were chucked out.
"You are one sick cat, you know that?" C-Note said, as Lincoln helped Michael out of the grave.
Michael opened the bag, and pulled out some clothes, giving them to everyone. "Originally this was supposed to be a weeks worth of clothes for me and Linc. But, uh, I figured you all need just as much help as we do, so-"
"You're just doing this out of the goodness of your heart, Fish?" Abruzzi asked.
Michael slapped some clothes into Abruzzi's arms and said "That's right, John. The heart. You remember what that is, don't you?"
"Damn, Snowflake, this is tight man" C-Note said.
"It's like I said. We gotta stop being cons, and start being civilians" We all changed into our clothes.
"Sorry I don't have anything smaller" Michael said, as he saw how big the clothes were on me.
"Don't worry about it. Have you got a belt or something" He gave me one and I pulled it tight, to stop the trousers falling down. Abruzzi had the opposite problem to me.
"My trousers are a little bit too short, don't you think?" He asked, looking down at them.
"Chop your feet off. You're good at that" Lincoln said, walking past him.
"This jacket aint exactly the best thing, you know what I'm saying?" Sucre said, looking like a grandpa in his clothes.
"You want variety? Hit Target" Michael threw a bag at Lincoln. "Linc"
"What'd we got?" Lincoln asked.
"Money, passports, prepaid phone cards" Michael said, as Lincoln opened his passport and laughed.
"Archie Ryan?" He asked.
"You seen mine? Phineas McClintock?" They laughed.
"We'll have to get you one" He told me.
"Whoa, and these?" Lincoln asked, pulling out some keys.
"Keys to a car that's waiting for us, couple hundred yards from here" Michael said.
"That a three of us or a six of us?" Lincoln asked.
"That's a three of us" Michael replied, and I got that fuzzy feeling knowing I was included in their plans.
"They know?" Lincoln asked.
"Not yet" He said.
"Guys, guys, guys! We've got company!" Sucre said, and we all hid behind some trees and watched a car pull. A man walked to the grave we were at before and Sucre jumped up.
"Guys, we gotta roll" I was about to follow when I noticed Michael was not moving. I watched the man study the grave and pull out a pen.
"Michael come on" I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction where the others went. We joined a crowd and Michael murmured.
"We're civilians. Remember that. Civilians" A boy grabbed his arm and we both turned in alarm.
"I'm sorry, uh. Do you know what time it is?" He asked, and I let out a breath.
"No, Sorry" Michael said, we turned back and followed the others to a warehouse. Where I sat down next to Sucre and waited for anything else to happen. Because we may not be in prison any more but we were in more danger then ever.
AN: So yes, I am doing the second season as well. Hope you all enjoy it :)