Alex felt the flash of the camera's, he was walking away from the podium, his hands felt shaky, but not enough for another fix, it was the rush of the chase, he hadn't done this in a long while, pulling his hand through his hair, he knew he just needed to get to his office and get a plan, he got there looking to the desk chair, someone sitting in it, "Can I help you?"
Looking up from her cell phone, the sound of it snapping closed, but she uncrossed her legs. Seeing Alexander Mahone standing in his own office, his personal space invaded by herself.
Standing up and brushing her hands down the black skirt that fitted too nicely to her hips and thighs ending just under her knees. Her shirt was a long sleeve buttoned up grey one, fitted.
Hair up in a flawless bun at the top of her head, the woman stepped forward. Looking directly at him, her voice was even, "Agent Mahone, you give an impressive press conference." She held her hand out, "Nikole Wilson, Mister Kim sent me as an advisor." She seemed to have changed overnight.
"An advisor..." he kept feeling like a tight ball was starting to add more to his giant note, "It's enough I am going to have to do something," he kept inhaling, "What does Kimmy want?" he moved around his desk, "That he needs to send me a baby sitter." he kept his tone even, the fact he didn't know this woman, never seen her before, but then pointed, "Wait a minute, you worked at Fox River, I've seen your file."
Nikole kept calm, "Congratulations, you've managed to pick that up in under five minutes." She walked around from his side of the desk still looking at him, her black heels made no noise on his carpeted flooring. "Mister Kim, seems to have... Doubts; we should say about you completing the tasks he's assigned you." She was in front of him. "But you and I both know, those doubts are just paranoia on Mister Kim's part, right... Alex?" Her blue eyes were darker than usual, her voice lower.
"And what is my part meant to be," he kept his voice smooth, the fact he was standing inches from this woman, his hands kept by his side, "Because all I know, is that right now, there is a manhunt going on, and I'm not going to be standing around talking to you." he turned picking up his black pen from his pocket, then placing it back into it, after twiddling it a little, "so Tell Kim, I don't need a sitter..."
Nikole laughed at him, "It doesn't work that way, Alex." She watched him closely.
Something was off about him and she couldn't really place it, just yet. "Lets put it in words you might be able to comprehend." She paused for the effect, "You don't have a choice in this, when your orders don't come from Mister Kim himself, they'll come from me, until you make sure all of the Fox River Nine are six feet under... You and I." She pointed between them. "Are going to be seeing a lot of each other."
Alex kept his face serious, "Well then," he kept looking to his watched, "I guess I have to get used to you," he nodded turning around, "but if you don't keep up, I ain't slowing down." he walked from the office, he needed to get to Michael's old apartment, it was going to be a long day.
Alex felt himself focused forward, the fact was beside him she was, for some reason, even in heels, she kept up with him perfectly, "so, you're just going to be breathing down my neck." he stated, "And what are we going to explain to my bosses why I have you attached to my hip."
Nikole looked at him, "Guess you better figure something out." She nodded seriously.
"Don't think of it as breathing down your neck, think of it as - making sure you don't fuck up." Her smile was polite, but her eyes were mocking him.
He kept focused getting through the door to the apartment, "So this is where Scofield lived." he stated ignoring the woman who was always going to be behind him, he ignore her to the best of his ability.
Ives nodded, "Yeah, up until about two months ago when he was incarcerated." he walked out of the office; he glanced back to the woman, but didn't question it.
Alex kept looking to Nikole, "Mother's dead, father's a deadbeat. You got nothing in the whole world but your brother." Alex started to walk against the wall; he kept focused on the holes. "So you plan." He kept speaking low. "And you scheme for months. Until you got it right. Every single element. And then you destroy all the evidence." Alex walked over the window; he quickly called for Ives who'd walked back in listening to Alex. "I want divers down in the river." he snapped.
Nikole looked to the second man who seemed to be following Alex around as well, but obviously for different reasons. Her eyes focused on him. "Assuming you have the file with the snap shots of Michael's tattoo from the Tattoo Artist who took them here...?" She looked over him, her eyes trying to make him feel small.
Alex now kept his eyes closed, "When you get something from the river," he now looked to Nikole, "Car," he snapped while trying to keep somewhat of his dignity together, he felt himself going out of the apartment, he then waited until they were out of earshot of anyone, his eyes focused on Nikole's.
"We're going to get on thing crystal clear," he kept in her face, "you're here for Kim, I get that, but I would like it if you didn't under mind me in front of my team," he pointed out, "You are a nag, a pain, you're a thing I will tolerate, but don't tell me how to do my job, I've been doing this longer than you've been shacking up with your soon to be husband, so don't push me." he kept his tone dark, in her face, "I will push back and you won't want that."
Nikole put her hands into her hips, looking darkly at him. "If you are trying to scare me, it isn't going to work." She narrowed her own eyes. "Because if I don't like something, it's going to change. I want this over with, yesterday." She was glad she wore heels, still not as tall as him, but not looking up with a neck kink. "So help me God if this drags out ... Longer than a few days... I'll end you myself."
Olivia was looking to the digging, her eyes going to C-Note, Sucre and Abruzzi, her head felt weird, but then it was slowly being pulled back into the real world.
"These were meant to be clothes to last me and Linc and few weeks..." he kept looking around, "but I guess we're sharing." he smiled with a look to Olivia, "sorry, I wasn't planning on me and Linc doing any cross dressing." he pointed out.
Fernando picked up a pair of brown pants. "What the hell, are these? Papi that's a fashion crime." They were corduroy and nasty looking.
"Shut up, Sucre." Lincoln tried to find the smallest looking clothes for Olivia within the bags.
Olivia kept looking around, she looked into the bag finding an shirt, looking around seeing all the trousers were going to be too big, "I'll have to find a way to get some female clothes." her tone dry, she walked away to find a place to get change and no one see her, she felt worse, the fact was she felt weird.
Walking out the bushes, she had managed to make the shirt look like a dress, throwing the trousers back into the bag, "I can't walk around pulling my slacks up all the time." she turned to Abruzzi.
"My trousers are a little bit too short, don't you think?" he kept looking to Olivia.
When hearing Lincoln saying, 'chop your feet off. You're good at that.' Her eyes going wide, "Don't!" she thought about T-Bag, the sound of his scream still echoed in her mind, "Don't..." trying to keep calm, "no talk of chopping any kind."
Michael inhaled, "Linc," he tilted his head, he kept looking to Olivia she didn't too bad turning a plaid shirt into a mini dress. He checked to see they were alone, "Money, passports, prepaid phone cards." he then looked to Olivia, "I'm sorry, I wasn't planning..."
"It's okay," she held a hand up, "I have something to do," she twirled her long blonde hair, "I need to not look so me..."
"We talking, a cut and a dye, Mami?" Fernando wondered while looking at her casually, before glancing to Lincoln who seemed to be digging around in a bag he was looking at Michael and the faked Passports, "Archie Ryan?" Lincoln tried not to laugh, but ended up laughing anyways.
Olivia looked to Fernando, "Yeah, because I hate hats." she felt her fingers into her hair before avoiding the fact she felt weird in what she was wearing, "Maybe if you're all non con lookers could run into a store, maybe get me something girl looking..." she kept looking to C-Note and Abruzzi.
Michael kept looking to Lincoln, "You seen mine? Phineas McClintock?" he laughed watching Lincoln taking some car keys out. "Car that's waiting for us, couple hundred yards from here."
Lincoln snickered, "McClintock." He paused, looking around while holding the car keys. "For the six of us... Or the ... Three of us?" He glanced across the way to Olivia with, C-Note, Abruzzi and Fernando.
Michael kept his voice down, he glanced over his shoulder, "Three of us," he noted while looking to the way Olivia was standing with the other men, he inhaled, "They just don't know it yet..." he kept trying to not make a scene, but he saw from here as every man for himself.
Fernando's head turned hearing the sound of tires getting closer toward the graveyard site. He looked to everyone, 'Guys, guys, guys! We've got company!" His voice a harsh whispered.
Pushing Olivia toward the bushes behind the tombstones, with Michael, Lincoln, John and C-Note.
Olivia felt Sucre behind her; she looked to his hand on her waist holding her still against him, her eyes going up to look at his face for a second.
Michael kept focused on Mahone, but most of all, his eyes going to Nikole standing behind him, "How did he know?" he kept still trying to not be seen.
"Guys, we gotta roll." Fernando whispered, looking behind him toward another tree line and a clearing toward what looked like a town's centre. He looked to Lincoln who was looking in the same direction. "Come on, lets go. Quick and silent!" His voice a whisper, sending C-Note off, than Abruzzi, Fernando and he looked to Olivia. "Come on." He held his hand out toward her, before looking back to Michael. He looked up seeing Nikole and it shocked him for a minute.
Olivia kept between Michael and Lincoln walking in the mass of people, her hands kept by her side trying to make herself look normal, even if she was only wearing a shirt, feeling very exposed. Michael kept looking to Olivia making sure that she was sandwiched between himself and Lincoln so no one would really focus on her. "We're civilians. Remember that. Civilians." he kept whispering to his brother.
"I'm sorry, uh. Do you know what time it is?" a boy asked Michael quickly.
He jumped, but composed himself, "Sorry, no." he kept walking feeling himself blend.
"Look." Lincoln was keeping a calm expression as he walked, Fernando was almost right behind him.
He was pointing casually toward a Cluster of warehouses. "We can go there." He glanced toward Michael.
Before putting his head down, he felt like everybody knew him.
Walking into the warehouse, she kept looking around feeling like her eyes would keep trying to figure out how she was going to get her head around being an escaped convict, her hands brushed down her hips with lack of pockets to put her hands into.
Michael watching Lincoln walking off with a cell phone, he inhaled looking to everyone, "Well, we need a plan." he exhaled lightly.
Veronica standing in the mansion, her eyes going to her phone answering it quickly, "Linc?" she felt confused hearing his voice on the other end of the phone.
Lincoln was standing off by his lone-some. Pacing around carefully listening to her voice. "We're out." He kept his tone casual. Glancing back to where he'd left the others.
Veronica smiled to herself, she kept looking to the front door, "Thank god you're okay. I saw the news. You gotta stop. I need you to turn yourself in." she kept moving her eyes from the door to Steadman. "I found Steadman, I'm with him now, Linc. He's alive." her voice calm, she see the men coming to the house, she knocked the door, "come in..." she sounded so confident.
"Steadman? What are you talking about? You found Steadman?" His voice sounded confused, stressed out, maybe a little happy but also worried, this couldn't end well.
"Terrance, come on, let's go." she spoke more to the man, the phone still to her ear, she kept looking to Steadman.
"Afternoon..." the agent with really horrible bleach blonde like hair, he kept looking cool.
"The police are here. Look, I need you to stay where you are." Veronica's voice directed to the phone.
The agent stepped forward, "Ma'am..." he kept his tone cold.
"I don't want to lose you..." Veronica said into the phone.
The agent held his gun up now, "Mr Steadman, take a few steps back." he stated holding his Gun to Veronica's face.
Veronica starting to lift her hands up, her eyes going very big, "Oh my God..." she whispered before the gun was fired shooting her three times.
Lincoln was frozen, he felt the world happening around him, but like time had stopped in him, he gripped the phone tighter to he wouldn't slip and smash on the cement flooring.
He took a step backwards, almost tripping. "V-Veronica?" His voice a whisper, but he knew there was no chance she was still alive.
Bringing the phone down, he looked back toward the others who hadn't seemed to notice anything different. "Oh no." He managed.
Unsure how to fell, he was freaked out, he felt bad... But, something had changed with Lincoln. He didn't see Veronica in a sexual way like along time ago, a distant friend, maybe... He felt strange.
Olivia walked around the corner seeing the look on Lincoln's face; she quickly rushed over to him, her hands touching his cheeks. "Linc..." her voice calming, "What happened?" her eyes kept searching into his feeling not sure what to do from here.
Lincoln stared absently away, before looking at her, his green eyes were hard to read, "Veronica's dead." He finally said it after a long minute. Staring at Olivia.
Olivia bit her lip lightly, "Oh..." her voice dropped, she wrapped her arms around him, her hands brushing the back of his head, it was resting it against her chest, her eyes lightly closed trying to think how she really felt about Veronica, she didn't really know the woman Lincoln used to have an on off relationship with.
Michael walked holding a pair of jeans, a white vest; he kept looking to Olivia and Lincoln. "What happened?" he asked.
"Veronica's been killed..." Olivia whispered while watching Michael joining them, he placed his arms around Olivia and Lincoln keeping quiet.
Lincoln was leaning onto Olivia partly, his arms were wrapped around her, his eyes closed, and feeling Michael's arms around the both of them it was light a tight hug.
He was glad, glad to have Olivia and Michael with them, the only piece of his puzzle missing was L.J. and Elle May.
Alex kept looking to the photos of the Tattoos of Michael, alone in his office, he had enough of everyone saying that the trail had gone cold, when it fact it was far from cold. He kept looking to his black pen, he picked it up unscrewing it, the small pill fell into his hand, he knocked it back before glancing over the photos feeling her presence, "so how long have you been standing there?" he quickly looked to the door opening.
Standing still, her eyes were looking over the corkboard with pins holding up the pictures of Michael's tattoos before finally looking over to Alex. "Long enough to see your fancy little pen trick." Her voice didn't hold very much emotion as she walked more into his office. Looking at him.
Alex kept watching her now, he brushed his hand down his suit, "Well, I've imagined that Scofield's been planning this longer than I can imagine." he kept focused on her, "you was the one who saw him nearly every day." he folded his arm, "What can you tell me on Doctor Sara Tancredi?" he asked, he didn't know how close the woman were, but the fact Sara was in a hospital bed right now.
Shrugging one shoulder partly, Nikole kept looking over the tattoo photos, "The girl had a fascination with Scofield." She turned to look at Alex, "I think she thought he was to pretty and smart for Prison and I think that got her into trouble. Took her twenty-minutes to roll up his sleeve when she did give him his shot." She brushed a wrinkle from her grey top.
"Right," Alex kept looking to the board, "well if you're going to be hounding me," he looked to Nikole seriously now. "You can go and find as much as you can on Sara Tancredi." he looked back to the board, his eyes scanning each of the photos, mainly the fact he needed to make each death have a good reason.
Nikole let out a half laugh, "This is the part where I remind you." She paused shortly, "I don't take orders from you, I give them." She smiled a polite yet dark smile. "So if you want to find out about Sara Tancredi, send one of your FBI friends. I have other things to do."
Alex kept focused on her eyes; it was a moment of wanting to just really get on Kim's case about this whole thing. "Well," he stepped back, "I have things to get to..." he walked away from the office, he didn't look back heading for his car, he needed to have time to think of his next move.
