"
"We're done" Lincoln said, as we stared at the body.
"No other way out. Next time you decide to hold a press conference, do it from a room with a back door" Kellerman said.
"Shut up" I told him.
"Just let me think" Michael said.
"This is the Montana Highway Patrol. Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows, you need to exit with your hands in the air. This is a warning" An overhead voice was heard.
"Exit with your hands up" The cop continued.
"What about him?" Lincoln asked, pointing to the body.
"What about him? He's useless" Kellerman said.
"Dead body? We got fingerprints everywhere" Lincoln said.
"You're worried someone's gonna pin a murder on you?" Kellerman asked, sarcastically.
"What's your plan? Leave the body, walk out the front door?" Lincoln asked.
"Yes. That's exactly what we're gonna do" Michael said.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows and Riley Black, you need to exit with your hands up" I heard from outside. Kellerman opened the door slightly and held out his ID.
"FBI, hold your fire" He shouted. "I have Burrows, Black and Scofield in custody. We're coming out. Hold your fire" He lead us out and a cop came up to Kellerman.
"Hold up, who are you?" He asked.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation. We're going to Billings" Kellerman replied.
"Wait a minute, let me see that ID again" As the cop got too close, Kellerman grabbed the cameraman, and held his gun to the man's temple. Lincoln got his gun out as well.
"Okay, okay..."
"Drop the gun!" A cop shouted.
"Everybody calm down and this won't get ugly" Kellerman said, Michael went over to the news reporter.
"All right, you! I want the keys to both of the cop cars, now!"
"Do not do it!" A cop shouted.
"Don't listen to him. Get the keys. Linc, get in the car" Michael said.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"We're getting out of here before anyone else gets hurt" Michael replied.
"Lincoln, start it!" Kellerman shouted.
"Come on, come on, come on!" The news reporter opened the car.
"This is your last chance! I'm not gonna tell you again!" The cop shouted.
"One more step and I drop him!" Kellerman shouted, still holding his gun up to the camera man's head and Lincoln got in the car.
"Come on!" The news reporter handed Michael the keys.
"Open my door" Kellerman said, walking forwards with the camera man. I opened the door and got in after the man.
We raced along a dirt road.
"I'll make you a deal. You don't move a muscle, I won't blow your head off" Kellerman said, his voice sounding as if he was joking.
"No one's gonna hurt you, Greg" Michael said.
"Where are we going, Michael? We can't keep driving. Lost Steadman. Information's in the wind..."
"Shh, shh. Turn it up" Michael reached over and turned the radio up.
"...murder of Terrence Steadman, President Reynolds' brother. The president could not be reached for comment as she continues to tour the Midwest shoring up support in key states"
"For entrepreneurs and orange growers, iron workers and artists, the American dream is alive and well for all of us" Reynolds voice came streaming out of the radio.
"Reynolds travels to Colorado today, for a scheduled appearance in Denver that..." Michael switched off the radio.
"Pull over"
"What for?" Lincoln asked.
"Just pull over" Kellerman cocked his gun, Lincoln pulled over, and we all got out of the car.
"Get out. Over here" Kellerman said to the cameraman.
"You want to drop off this kid?" Lincoln asked Michael.
"Later" Michael replied.
"We should get rid of Kellerman too. We don't need him" I said looking over at Kellerman, who was busy pushing the man around.
"Actually we do. We still have assets. It's just a question of how we use them" Michael replied. Kellerman sat the cameraman on a wall, and joined us.
"It'll take the feds a while to figure that out" Michael concluded, I nodded liking the plan.
"What time is it?" Lincoln asked as we walked back over the cameraman.
"A little after 9" I replied, as Kellerman took out of his gun.
"It's gonna be tight" Lincoln said.
"450 miles in six hours. What do you think?" Michael asked.
"Gotta move now if we're gonna make it" I said.
"Eyes front" Kellerman said to the cameraman "Hey, look at this" He picked up some tarp and threw it at Michael.
"It's perfect. You ready?" I nodded.
"Yep?" The cameraman was obviously panicked as we pulled him up. After we made the tape, we dropped the cameraman off at a random bus stop. Hopefully Ashley will get the message.
"Shhh, shhh. This is it" I said, as the radio blared.
"A tape recorded today by escaped convicts Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield and Riley Black was immediately dismissed by the Justice Department as entirely baseless. Which brings us back to the story we will be continuing to follow throughout the day. The terror threat has been raised to Orange as a storage unit rented by several Arab-Americans was suddenly seized" I groaned.
"I can't believe they dismissed it" I said.
"They buried it. Dumped it off the front page and buried it" Lincoln said angrily.
"It's what they do" Kellerman said.
"They can spin it all they want. It's out there now. Give it time. The tape is gonna work" Michael said.
"This is a Hail Mary, man, if we don't get to her..." I said.
"Getting to her is the easy part. It's what we do after that's the problem"
"Which is why it has to happen quickly. Once anyone knows we have her, the curtain comes down"
We pulled over, and got out. Lincoln got a paper from the box by the road, and flicked through it.
"Apparently we took out a janitor" Lincoln said.
"When it all comes down, all of this will get cleared up" Kellerman said.
"Well, it ain't coming down if we don't get that tape"
"She'll be here" I said.
"I wanna speak to my brother" I started to walk away, but my arm was grabbed.
"I thought you wanted to speak to each other?" I asked, confused.
"No, that's just to get rid of Kellerman" Lincoln said. "We gotta start thinking about what to do if she doesn't show. Or if she does. What if the only reason this guy's helping us is to get whatever information Sara has? What if this is just one giant setup?"
"It's getting late" Lincoln said.
"I know" I said.
"She's not here" He said.
"I know that too. There is a chance she didn't get the message" I said.
"Or maybe she just don't wanna come" Lincoln said.
"Shut up, she would come if she could" I replied. "Wait, wait..." I said, listening to the overhead voice for the hospital.
"Wait? Man, we can't wait anymore" I shushed him, and went running into the hospital.
"Um, Riley Esting. I think you've got a phone call for me" I said, the receptionist handed me the phone.
"Here you go" I smiled in thanks.
"This is Mr. Estings" I said.
"Ha, you sound like a man" I smiled at Ashley's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Estings?" I asked.
"I couldn't think okay. I couldn't get there so this is the only thing I could think of" She said.
"That's okay. Did you find anything in my house?" I asked.
"Not a lot, but in the safe I found some funny looking key"
"Okay this key, do you have it with you?" I asked.
"Yeah, I do. Is it important?"
"Yeah, it is" We arranged to meet.
"Did you talk to Ashley?" Kellerman asked.
"In a few days, this should all be over. One way or the other" I said.
"Absolutely"
AN: another chapter, Ashley's coming in soon. Woo!