"What the hell are you doing, man?" C-Note asked.
"Sucre, whatever it is you want..." Michael said.
"I want the money! All of it" Sucre said, still pointing his gun at us.
"What, are you robbing us?" C-Note asked.
"The money was never yours to begin with. This is about business. Five million dollars worth of business" Sucre said.
"So this is how it's gonna go down, huh? After everything. Once a thief, always a thief" Michael said.
"You just figuring that out? The backpack. NOW!" Michael reluctantly handed the backpack to Sucre.
"Don't do this, buddy" Michael said softly.
"Yo, take a look around you, papi. There's four of us. There's one of you. You are outnumbered, man, and we will come after you" C-Note pointed out.
"It'll be the last thing you do, my brother" Sucre said.
"What, are you gonna shoot all of us?" T-Bag asked.
"Probably not" He fired the gun at the ground near T-Bag's feet and he jumped back to avoid being hit.
"But I will get two. Now, which two is it gonna be?" No one moved "That's what I thought. Adios, amigos" He left.
"I don't believe this. We have come all this way, and done all of this work, man!" C-Note complained.
"Thought you was compadres, Tattoo?" T-Bag said.
"So look, what are we gonna do now, man? The police are gonna be here any second!" C-Note said.
"Ain't no way I'm letting that dunderpate ride off with 5!" T-Bag said.
"It's your choice" I followed Michael into the dining room where the women were still tied up.
"It's all right" Michael got out a butter knife "All right, I'm gonna give you this, and you should be able to cut yourself free in about an hour"
"Yo, so, what's the plan now?" C-Note said from behind us.
"Well, you can do what you want. I let that psychopath T-Bag loose once. I'm not gonna do it again" Michael said.
"Make a nice little present for the police when they get here" I caught on to what they were thinking, and we went back into the garage to see it was empty.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"I don't know, man. Look, I gotta...I gotta go, all right? Uh...good luck" C-Note left. I went back into the kitchen to get the police radio I had noticed earlier.
"They're gonna get you" The police woman said, I ignored her and went back into the garage. Michael and I left, finding our way to the woods.
Michael grabbed my hand as we ran through the woods, I heard a motorcycle engine running and we ran towards it. I saw Sucre and we walked up behind him, he must have heard us as he spun around with the gun up.
""Adios, amigos", huh?" I said.
"What? Too much?" Sucre asked, as I grinned at him.
"You were great" Michael and Sucre laughed, and bumped fists.
"This thing is freaking heavy, dude" Sucre heaved the backpack off his shoulders, and onto the ground.
"It won't be after we split it up" Michael said.
"Four ways. Me, you, Riley and Linc" Sucre said.
"Five. We gotta send a share to Charles' daughter. With her father's love, just like I promised" Michael said, and I thought back to that night in the infirmary.
"What about C-Note? Feel kinda bad about the whole thing" I said.
"No way to know if we could trust him. Once we get down to Panama, we'll send something out to his family. Make sure he's taken care of" I nodded to Michael's statement.
"Five million dollars! I can't believe I'm gonna..." Sucre stopped as he looked down, I saw what the problem was. The backpack was full of magazines, the same ones T-Bag was flicking through.
"Where the hell's the money? Where the hell is the money?"
"We can't go back" Michael was crouched on the floor with his head in his hands, I put my hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him.
"You said, it, without the money we're screwed. We can't..." Sucre ranted.
"Just let me think..."
"Maybe there's..."
"Just let me think, let me think..."
"Maybe it's still back at the house"
"The money's not back at the house, unless T-Bag is. He must've switched the packs" Michael kicked the bag, and the magazines went flying.
"What...what do we do...what do we do now?" Sucre asked.
"We still got the ten grand we took when we pocketed the money. It's not gonna be 5 million, but it might be enough to get us where we're going" Michael said, and I gave him the money that I had in my pocket.
"All units be advised, escaped convicts from Fox River have been positively ID'd at 1131 Monterey Lane. We have dogs being dispatched to the location. I want every road in or out of town blocked off" I looked down at the radio that was still in my hand. I had forgotten I had even brought it with me.
We started moving, Sucre was pushing his motorcycle as Michael and I walked beside him.
"Thought you said we would have a head start" I said.
"It was the gunshot. One of the neighbors must've heard. How fast can that thing go?" Michael asked.
"I don't know. Three of us, it could probably, I don't know..." Sirens filled the air, and a cop car went past on the road near the woods.
"We're never gonna get out of here on the roads. We need to find another way" Michael said.
We made our way to a river, and I went first, over a fallen tree.
"I heard about these kind of places. They got leeches, you know?" Sucre said.
"That makes me feel so much better" I said.
"I'll take the leeches in here over the handcuffs back there" Michael pointed out.
"I don't know, papi. It depends where the leech leeches, you know...?" Sucre lost his balance and wobbled I reached out trying to help, but had to stop as I nearly lost my balance as well.
"Stop kidding around" Michael said, as Sucre fell into the water, I jumped in after him and heard Michael do the same.
"You all right, buddy?" Michael asked.
"I can't...I can't move" Sucre spluttered.
"You feel like you broke anything?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. Can you get it...? Can you get it off of me?" I looked at the tree in doubt.
"We'll try" Michael said, and we both pushed against the tree, but it wouldn't move.
"This thing's not going anywhere. I'm gonna check your foot" Michael dived below water, while I made sure that Sucre stayed above water.
"I'm sorry, buddy. It's stuck" Michael resurfaced.
"It's gonna be okay, right? I mean, if you can get eight people out of prison, you can get my Puerto Rican ass out of this, right? Can't you?" Sure asked, panicked.
Michael picked up a large branch and tried to move the tree, but it snapped in half.
"Damn it!" There was a sound of a bell and a low horn.
"Did you hear that? I know that sound. There's a dam up river. It's a signal. It means they're opening the locks. That means the water level's gonna rise. When it does, the log will just float right off" Michael said.
"Yeah?" Sucre asked, as the radio that I left on the back blared to life.
"K-23, canine units at the scene have multiple scents and are spreading out into the field. These guys can't have gotten far"
"There were six cons back at that house. They'll be tracking us in every direction. It'll take them hours to make it over this far. By that time, the water level will rise and we'll be long gone" Michael said, trying to calm us both down.
"Are you sure?" Sucre asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm sure" He didn't sound very convincing.
"This isn't how it's supposed to go. The reason I went along with the break was to have a life with Maricruz and my baby. And now what? Get some two-bit job? Always be looking over my shoulder? What kind of life is that?" Sucre said.
"You can come with us to Panama. Start over" Michael said, and I nodded.
"The longer you stay here, the more the chance there is you'll never make it to Panama" I heard some dog barking and got increasingly nervous.
"You got other people to think about. Your brother. Your nephew. Riley" I blushed as they both looked at me.
"Dogs locked in. We got three trails merging" The radio sounded. "..we need to set up a one-mile perimeter and then start closing in"
"It's getting deeper" Sucre said.
"Yeah, a little"
"So how come this freaking tree ain't moving yet?"
"Let me check" Michael dived under the water, as did Sucre and I trying to pull Sucre's foot. "You all right?" He asked us, as we resurfaced when it was clear his foot was stuck.
"Look, Michael, Riley...I understand if you have to keep going, you know?" I smacked him over the head.
"Shut up, we aren't going anywhere" I said.
"No, no, look, just think about it..."
"No, if we leave, you drown" Michael interrupted.
"I know, but just..."
"The water level's getting higher, Sucre. How many seconds can you hold your breath? 45? 60? That's how long you've got to live if I take off"
"How long do you have if you stay? How long till the dogs lead the cops here?"
"What you're suggesting is not an option"
"Look, I ain't trying to be a hero or nothing. We both know there are only two things that can happen now. Leave me here...or we all get caught"
"They say people come into your life for a reason. Maybe my reason was to help you get out of Fox River, you know? To help you save your brother" Sucre said.
"No" The dogs barking got closer.
"It's okay, papi, mami. Let me go" I looked down at Sucre and almost cried at the resigned expression on his face.
"We're a quarter mile downriver below the dam" I heard the radio say.
"It's now or never," Sucre said.
"Shh" I said.
"I'll be right back, I promise" Michael said. "Hold him" He said to me, as he got out and I held Sucre above the water. I watched as he tied a rope around a part of the tree.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sucre asked, as he came back over.
"All units, redirect to the river. I repeat..." The radio sounded.
"I have an idea, get ready" Michael said, as he went back and gathered the rope and got on the motorcycle, tying the rope over the motorcycle, trying to kick start it.
"What's he doing" Sucre asked.
"Shh" I said, as the motorcycle finally roared to life, Michael revved it and drove straight towards the river, the tree was jerked and I pulled Sucre so his foot wouldn't get stuck again.
I slipped and we both went under, I resurfaced spluttering seeing Sucre do the same. We hurried up the bank and made our get away, from the sirens that sounded very, very close.
We got changed into some dry clothes, me unfortunately still dressed as a boy. We had decided that since everyone knew I was a girl know that would be what they were expecting I would be dressed as.
"Hey, what are you in the market for?" A salesman asked us.
"Four wheels and a gas pedal" They haggled for a few minutes, I didn't pay attention as I knew nothing about cars.
"All right. I'll go get your keys" I snapped back to attention.
"We got a couple of stops to make. First, there's this place called Blanding. Then we can meet up with Linc in a couple of days" Michael said to Sucre who had come back over from his conversation on the phone.
"I can't go. She said no, papi. Maricruz...Maricruz told that son of a...she told him no! Can you believe that?" I smiled.
"That's great" I said, Michael nodded in agreement.
"I know. Now, I just..."
"No, go on. Get your girl"
"How about Panama? We said..."
"Some other time. Panama's not gonna go anywhere. And this is in case you run into trouble down the road" He handed Sucre a note.
"The river. I told you to leave me behind" He said to the both of us.
"Yeah, well, I tried, but, you know - I got tangled up in the rope, so..." We all laughed and hugged, which must have looked a bit weird.
"Okay, here you go" The salesman handed me some keys.
"Thanks. And, uh...think we'll need another car" Michael said.
AN: Aww you gotta love Sucre, go get your girl! So another chapter done what do you think?