Layla Scorpio was a seventeen-going-on-eighteen year old College Student. She walked across the Campus, her fingers playing with her car keys.
She wasn't the overly popular girl at the College, but she wasn't the unusually under popular girl either.
She wasn't stick thin or chunky-McChuck, she was one hundred and twenty pounds, Five feet ' three inches in height.
Her green eyes looking around curiously while her brown medium length hair was up on a curly ponytail.
Her clothes average; Jean shorts, cut off just before her knees, fitted to her body, a thin pink tank top and black flat shoes.
She saw someone sitting on a bench, looking like he was waiting for someone.
She walked up; tapping his shoulder softly, "Excuse me." He voice soft. "Are you Scott Holburner?"
"I am. Yeah," he brushed his hair back from his face, looking her over, "you must be Layla Scorpio." he smiled while checking her out, but then again, he just needed to know he could be safe with her.
"It's nice to meet you." Layla was that shy girl you meet at first but later getting to know her, she wasn't so shy. She held her hand out to shake his, with a smile. She'd never seen him around before and he was cute... Hot.
"Yeah, same here." David kept looking around, he was feeling nervous about everything, and he kept looking her over. The fact he was nervous, not wanting anything who read a newspaper or watch the news to recognise him.
"It's a little funny 'cause I was almost ready to leave when you called." She kept looking over him, "No one else responded. I guess there isn't many Utah people out here. Are you from there?" She wondered still playing with her keys.
David felt his hand into his hair again; he flipped out away from his face with a smile. "Nah, I just uh, I'm headed up there to collect an inheritance. My grandpa died." he kept thinking on Charles Westmoreland, it felt weird, his mind going over his thoughts.
Layla looked saddened by that, "Oh." She thought she saw him from somewhere, but couldn't place the face. "I'm really sorry to hear that."
David smiled, "It's all right. He went out with his boots on." he spoke cool, the fact was, he kept looking to think girl, watching her while playing with his hair.
She laughed lightly; she had a soft cute laugh. "Okay. So, where is your stuff?" She wondered curiously. Glancing around.
"Uh, I, I mailed it yesterday." he watched the confused look on her face, he shifted from one foot to another, "You know, you don't want to lug it around, plus I got a boy who works for UPS so he hooked it up. So you wanna bounce?" his eyes studying over her quickly.
Layla looked around for a minute, he was a little odd acting and it made her feel nervous. Before nodding, the keys were still in her hands. "Yeah, okay." She glanced toward the front of Campus. "I'm parked out front." She thought about the corny lime green fuzzy dice hanging off her blue Honda Civic's mirror.
Olivia kept carrying Lincoln to the cheap looking apartment complex, she kept looking to Michael, "Do we have to?" she felt annoyed.
"She can help us," Michael looked to the door knocking quickly, no one answered, so he knocked again.
Olivia bit her lip, "Maybe she's with a client..." her voice mean.
"Olivia, she's not a whore!" Michael kept knocking the door quickly.
Lincoln was using one arm to hold himself up on the wall; the other was around Olivia's shoulders. He could feel the stinging in his leg.
The door unlocked and Nika appeared wearing a top that showed off her small boobs. Looking worried and confused. "Michael? What are you doing here?" Her Czech accent was thick as she stepped back.
"You married that!" Olivia looked to Michael was walking Lincoln into the apartment, "Michael!"
Michael clenched his teeth, he kept looking to Nika, "Cayenne pepper." he stated while placing Lincoln on the sofa, and Olivia was beside him trying to stop the bleeding.
"What?" Nika closed her front door behind them. "Cayenne Pepper?" She didn't understand what he meant by that. Seeing Lincoln sitting on her Ikea couch. His head back in pain.
"In your kitchen. Do you have any?" Michael asked trying to keep calm the other side of Lincoln.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "She's a foreigner, course she's got it..." her eyes focused on Lincoln's leg, back to his eyes.
"I'm going to need some rubbing alcohol, some towels, and pain killers. Whatever you've got." Michael kept ignoring how Olivia was staring at Nika.
"And BOOZE!" Lincoln said in a painful groan. Holding his leg just above where the bullet wound was.
Nika kept staring. "Right, okay!" She squeaked turning and running into her kitchen, looking around before grabbing some Cayenne Pepper, some Cheap Vodka in a bottle and kept rushing around, getting towels, a bottle of Oxycotton from the time she almost put her back out in the dance pole. Heading back to everyone in her living room, putting the supplies down.
Lincoln's hand grabbed the booze.
Olivia kept looking from Michael to Nika, "Michael..." she whispered lightly, "Mikey..." her eyes wide.
Michael focused on dealing with Lincoln, "What Olivia?" he asked her calm as he could have managed.
"Did you have sex with her?" she asked softly, "I don't trust her, she could have anything..." she kept her tone low.
Michael closed his eyes, "Olivia Morris!" he snapped.
"I'm just saying," her eyes going to Lincoln's leg, "Look, the car, you said it was important right?"
"Right," He nodded, he felt Olivia's hands covering his own.
Her eyes looking into his, "Go find the car, get everything you need, I'll be okay with Lincoln..." her voice cool.
Lincoln was chugging on the cheap Vodka that teased like piss and Aint-freeze.
As Nika stood back, her arms crossed. "Michael, you should not have come here. The police have been here asking questions." Her voice was higher. "Listen, you know I'm thankful for the help with the green card, but I just don't want to get involved..." She kept talking; ignoring anything everyone else seemed to be saying.
Before seeing Lincoln winces. "Fuck, this is bad." He gestured to the boozed, but still kept nursing the bottle. It's warm feeling taking his mind off the burning in his leg.
"Not get involved," Olivia laughed, "You're a whore!" she kept pointing, "you are a whore, stripper, and you married a complete stranger!" she pointed out.
Michael got to his feet, "Olivia, for once, just once, shut up." he kept looking to Nika, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. There was nowhere else to go."
Olivia now looking to Michael, "Just go, get what ever, go!" she pointed out.
Michael nodded, "I'll go," he walked out of the apartment leaving them.
Olivia glanced to Nika, "Have you got any clothes that don't look like strippers 'r us..." inhaling while fixing up Lincoln leg, her eyes going to his, "also, he needs clothes," she also added, "For Linc," she exhaled, "Gimme that." she knocked the vodka back, "Blahh!"
"Gimme! Back! MY baby!" Lincoln said defensively pulling the bottle back to him and close to his chest. "Don't take her away from me!" The painkillers and the Alcohol were mixing quickly into his bloodstream making him a bit out of whack.
"Unbelievable." Nika said but disappeared toward her bedroom to see what she had in the clothing department.
Olivia kept looking to Lincoln, she was trying not to laugh, "Can I," she stopped before looking to his leg finishing it off. "Well," she kept looking to Lincoln, "It's funny see you whacked out, and not me." she brushed her hand onto his arm feeling nervous, "Lincoln," her voice soft, "I know we've had a lot of time, talking through the drain, but." her eyes kept looking into his, "What you did for me, with Geary, no one has ever done that kind of thing for me..."
Lincoln made a face, "Bastard had it coming anyway." He tried to not let the drug control thing, clearing his throat. "I mean - you know, its no big deal." He put the empty bottle down.
Olivia kept looking over his eyes, for a moment she thought it was because he felt something for her, but getting that feeling in her chest, "Right," she got to her feet, "well, I guess I got mistaken..." she kept looking to his face, "I was so mistake." her voice dropped while going to the bathroom.
Lincoln didn't understand, "What?" He watched her before the washroom door closed.
He felt he did something wrong. The drugs were clouding his mind. "Olivia!" He said after a long minute.
Olivia found the scissors, for a second her eyes looked into the mirror, taking the moment carefully, she started to hack the length off her hair, all the time keeping herself from replying to Lincoln, not taking too long, she didn't bother cleaning up the hair, she stepped out of the bathroom looking to Lincoln, "what?" she asked brushing her hands into her hair, that went from her waist, to above her shoulders.
His eyes bugged, staring at the hair difference, he stammered on his words, as they tried to form in his mouth. "Your hair!" He gasped his hand covering his mouth, for a minute he felt... Like there was a loss. "Olivia, you're pretty, pretty hair!" He whispered.
For a second Olivia kept watching him, "Its hair," she shrugged it off, "It grows," she now walked into the kitchen, assuming Nika didn't like her, so was avoiding, or looking for man clothes, hard to find non stripper clothes for her. "Not like you care anyway Lincoln..." she finished finding a bottle of juice pouring some out.
"I do care! I care a lot! I even, I even wrote a poem!" He shook his head, the Oxycotton making everything spin, "Olivia, Olivia - Dear Olivia! How thy are like a ... That's how far I got." He muttered. "When I saw Geary doing what he was doing... I got mad, not because you were a girl, but because you were... Olivia."
"You," she started, "Are just really confusing me," she kept looking to the glass, her eyes focused on his, her hand on the counter, "First I think you hate me, then you really hate me, and then I get Fox River, and you confuse me more." her eyes kept trying to make sense, "Then you are flirty, and I." she inhaled, "I like you, I really like you, in a," she exhaled, "I might want to," she paused, "well it doesn't matter, cos I have no clue what goes in your brain."
"Right now, in this room, at this moment- I have no idea what's going on in my brain." He pointed at his head. "Thick skull, small brain!" He knocked his head with his hand. "See? Hallow? I like you a lot; I really like y-" He stopped talking looking like he was going to vomit. "What were we talking about?" He blinked.
Olivia finished drinking the juice, her eyes moved to the sink placing the glass into it, she turned stepping closer to him, "You are a Dumbass!" she kept her tone low, her eyes fixed to his the best she could, "You are a complete jerk off, and I am sick of tired of trying to..." she inhaled, "I'm just going to have to put this into a way you'll understand." her hands held the side of his face, she got onto her tips toes her lips brushed against his, the first person she'd kissed in years, she let him go walking away.
Even in a drug-induced haze, Lincoln knew what was happening, it was a matter of keeping his brain focused on enough. His lips tingling where Olivia's once had been a very short minute ago. ",'Liva..." He went to speak but Nika's bedroom door open. She came out with two different outfits. "Here, Olivia, Lincoln." She held up the clothing.
Olivia hands taking the clothes from Nika, she held the outfit up, "Right..." she walked into the bathroom to get dressed, she found herself seeing the mass amount of her hair, "Nika!" she called from the bathroom, "I'm stealing this hair dye!" she called quickly before starting to mix it up to put into her hair.
"Okay, yeah, sure." Nika didn't bother trying anymore. Exhaling she got a bottle of water from her fridge. Seeing Lincoln lingering around before slipping off to another room to get changed.
Alex kept looking to the photos on the board, the sounds of other agents working the cases, it was hard for him to keep a level head, watching the photos trying to figure out one thing. Scofield, he was going to find him, he was going to catch him, it was like becoming obsessed with him, he kept playing with his black pen, turning to see if she was around, so far, so good, maybe they were getting her off his arse all the time.
Nikole's heels could be heard across the flooring, as she came walking into the office area now, holding a Black backpack in her hands by the straps. "Alex." She stopped walking, seeing him inside that little daze area he'd go into when staring at the Manhunt wall.
For a second Alex kept himself completely still, while it was hard to ignore her, he kept avoiding to look at her, he turned "What have you got?" he asked kept looking to Lang who seemed to give Nikole dirty looked when ever she walked into the offices, Alex was just assuming it was the fact she was like a runway model.
Another agent smiled, "Here we go, boss." he placed a backpack down onto the table, "One of the blues hulled in a vagrant a couple hours ago." he pushed it towards Alex who opened it quickly. "It seems the man was in possession of an item or two that didn't exactly belong to him."
Alex tipped the bag open; he kept smirking, "Looks like we've got our first mistake."
Nikole didn't pay very much attention to Agent Lang. "What's even better? We've got the guy who stole it from Scofield's fact in the interrogation room." She placed her hand onto her hip. "I was gonna question him myself BUT! - I wanted to make you feel like you belonged."
Alex inhaled sharp, for a second trying to remember that right now, she was just pushing buttons, he turned to look into her eyes. "Well, it's nice to have you looking out for my best interest." he snapped walking away from her heading to the right room, parts of him wonder out of all the people in all the world, the company lumbered him with her?
"You're best interest and my personal amusement. Naturally." Nikole was sucking on a Cherry lollipop, a few steps behind him, "The guys name in Alan, he's homeless... I bet if you offer him a sand-which he'll tell you anything." She whispered.
Alex looked to Nikole, "Shut up," he opened the door holding the backpack still in his hand, placed it on the table, "What did it look like? The car you stole the backpack from, what did it look like?" he kept serious now.
"I don't know, man. Maybe it was… grey." the homeless man said while looking from Alex to Nikole.
"Why did you steal the bag and not the car?" Alex kept himself mean; he knew he needed to get Scofield.
The homeless man sighed, "Look, man, that's all I know. I wasn't after the car. I thought the bag had some clothes in It." he inhaled, "Maybe some food..."
Nikole gave Alex a dark look, "Food, huh." She twisted the lollipop around her tongue.
"Do you remember where the car was parked? Alan?" She used his actual name.
Alan the Hobo shook his head, before glancing from Nikole to Alex. "No man... No... Maybe it was on the 15th, somewhere though!" His stomach growled. "But it wont be there no more!"
"What do you mean?" Alex kept watching the man, for a second he kept looking to Nikole, his hands on the table, checking her out.
He kept smiling at her, "That's the reason I didn't get to grab anything else. Tow truck rolled up." he kept looking smug.
"I'll get on that." She stood up, taking out her Silver flip phone, glancing to Alex. Before looking back at Alan. "Great help Alan!" She smiled, "Agent Mahone will buy you a sand-which!" She smirked before leaving the room.
Alan kept looking at Alex with brighter eyes. "A sand-which?" He looked excited.
Alex growled heading out of the office, he really was on the verge of smacking that woman, but as he got into the hall seeing Nikole walking away, his found his eyes focusing on her arse walking towards the other offices, he inhaled while brushing his hand around his mouth.
Olivia walked out of the bathroom, wearing a tight pair of hip huggers, and a vest top that stopped just before her belly button, Olivia wasn't used to this much exposed skin, her hands brushed into her newly dyed deep plum hair, she walked seeing Lincoln had changed also, sitting on the blood stained sofa, "Hey..."
Lincoln had come down off the drugs enough for himself to concentrate. "Oh, wow." He saw her plum hair, smiling softly. "I like the colour... Miss the length, but it looks good." Lincoln had changed into a pair of jeans and a button up grey shirt.
"Well I thought my hair made me sore thumb," she looked to her clothes, "I am not sure if she own," she glanced to the floor seeing the purple converses, "Sweet," she picked them up putting them on, "Well the hooker got same feet size as me," her eyes going to Lincoln, "what are you staring at?" she asked serious, "Have I got something on my face?"
Lincoln shook his head, when a small smile. He leant forward just a little. "You kissed me, before and never gave me the chance to respond." His was voice low. Nika had gone to check her apartment mailbox.
"I kissed you," Olivia nodded, "I did, didn't I." she kept looking to Lincoln while trying to keep a straight face, but the fact was, she'd never really kissed a guy before, well, she kissed Michael, but that was very awkward, and Ryan, well they never did anything together.
"Would you get mad at me, if I were to kiss you right now?" Lincoln asked her carefully, he didn't want to push or seem like he was taking advantage of her.
Olivia standing in front of him, her eyes found it hard to look anywhere else in the moment, "No..." she kept her tone light, the fact was inside she was going into overdrive, her hands kept at her sides awkwardly, "Would you think me bossy if I said don't have to ask, just do it...?"
Lincoln didn't say anything to that, his hands on either side of her face, he pulled closer to her, bringing his lips down to settle against hers, softly at first, before making the kiss deeper, tilting his head.
Olivia closed her eyes; her stomach was practically floating now, her hands no longer awkward by her side, but brushing up his arms holding herself against him, feeling herself giving into the kiss.
Michael opened the door with Nika standing with him, he paused, "Okay," he said loudly, Olivia slowly breaking from the kiss, her eyes on Michael. "I'm going to close the door, and open it again." he stated closing the door.
Olivia looked up to Lincoln, "Whoa..." she kept looking into his eyes.
Michael opened the front door again, "We've got to go." he kept ignoring the look Olivia was giving his brother and vice versa, it was plainly freaking him out.
Lincoln glanced from Olivia, to Nika to Michael, "Where we heading now?" He wondered, feeling his lips tingling in a way he liked, he smiled to himself.
Alex sitting with Lang one side, an annoying suck up, then other side, Nikole, the bitch who was riding him, in all the wrong ways. "So," he looked to the player, kept listening to the conversation.
"I'll alert the field officers in Manhattan. Have them send Franklin's picture to every employee at the Rainbow Room." Lang spoke sounding all up in herself trying to get some kind of acknowledgement.
"Agent Lang?" Nikole peered around Alex at her, "No offence, It's a good assumption, but I don't think, an escaped felon would head to one of the most expensive and tight kept, Nightclub-Restaurant in The Rockefeller Plaza." She looked around.
Alex kept looking to Nikole's face, back to Lang, "She's got a good point," he ignored a possible smug look on her face, "Go ahead and have a chat with his wife woman-to-woman. Ask her why she never once visited her husband in Fox River. Pretend you don't know the answer. Their relationship is fragile. We keep tapping on the cracks and she's going to break." he kept serious.
Lang got to her feet, "Yes, sir. I appreciate the assignment. I"
"Lang, I don't need the gratitude. I need leads, answers, progress. Anyone that can't deliver that, just don't even unpack. Clear?" he kept watching her.
Lang nodded, "Yes sir," she walked away turning to glanced over Nikole before knowing she was going to look better.
Nikole brushing her hair up, from around her shoulders into a ponytail that managed to look sexy. "Well, someone's got a crush on you." She looked over Alex, "I'll give you a hint, she's an FBI Agent and she just left the table." She snickered, standing up. "Oh and she's Black." She liked stating the obvious; she loved getting under Alex's skin in any way possible.
For a second Alex's forehead collided with the table, he lifted it up hitting it once more for added effect. "For a moment," he said between head contact with wood. "Can you let me do, my god, damn, job!" he finally looked at her, "Cos right now, you're like that annoying Girl Scout trying to get quota..."
Nikole smiled cutely. Just to drive him up the wall even more. "Oh Alex." She put her hand on his shoulder, her face beside his, but looking forward. "You and I both know... I'd look really good in a Girl Scout outfit, selling ... brownies." She whispered the last part before her phone started ringing and she laughed, standing up, her fingers ruffled into his hair. Before answering her phone; "Wilson." She walked off toward another room.
Walking out of the apartment complex feeling a lot better to get away from the smell of Nika's place, "what's going on Michael?" Olivia asked watching him changing the number plates.
Michael kept looking to Olivia like he couldn't understand what was going on, "Apparently, I wasn't the only one looking for this car." he looked to Nika, "I'm sorry I had to involve you in this. I mean, any more than I already have." he got into the driver's seat.
Olivia glanced over to Nika, "He doesn't mean that," she got into the back seat looking to Michael, "come on, lets move it!"
"Good Luck." Nika kept looking over Michael; she'd married him, for a Green Card. But now she wanted Michael Scofield all to herself and her loose vagina.
When they were driving. Lincoln sitting passenger, feeling the silence it was getting to him, he lent toward the radio. "Let's put on some music..." He trailed off. Reaching for the dials.
Olivia jumped quickly slapping Lincoln's hand, "no radio!" she kept her tone playful, "sorry," she noticed that she slapped him, taking the hand kissing it.
Michael inhaled sharp, "you two going to be like that?"
"Like what?" Olivia looked to Michael, her eyes focused.
Michael sighed, "With the kissie, kissie, lovey dovey stuff..."
Lincoln looked back to Michael, with a smile. "Well Michael, just because you've never actually had a Girlfriend and your wife is a stripper and the last chances you had were with two Prison Doctors... Doesn't mean other people's relationships have to stuck." He didn't mean for it to sound mean.
Olivia sat back down, "Man, it's quiet out here." she folded her arms over her chest, for a second she tried to think of anything, she was bored, most of all, she loved listening to the radio, but no radio allowed.
Lincoln was staring out the window. "You get use to the sounds inside, the alarms, people talking, clinks... Everything..." Lincoln looked toward Michael before glancing back to Olivia.
Michael kept looking to the road while he drove, he quickly glanced to Lincoln, and then back to Olivia "You're right. We should go back." his voice was completely serious, but a few seconds he started to laugh, Olivia laughing as well, with everyone in the car having a good old chuckle at Michael's joke.
Olivia leaned in between the two of them, she glanced to the visible tattoo on Michael's arm, "The tats, they weren't just for getting out, were they?" she said in all seriousness.
"Breaking out was just the beginning. Now it gets a little more interesting." Michael said with a shrug.
Olivia nodded, "All this time, I thought you thought getting inked would make you a pussah magnet..."
Lincoln choked on the Salvia he was about to swallow. Looking down at Olivia and then up to Michael, "Olivia, such comments were really uncalled for." He shuddered. "Besides, he can't be a 'pusseh' magnet, he's married."
"To a whore, who only wanted a green card..." Olivia pointed out while looking to Michael, "Sorry, but I'm not dropping it..."
Michael inhaled, "Olivia," her quickly glanced to her, "you still had sex with Ryan Hart..." he looked back to the road.
"Yeah, I also stabbed him five times too when he tried to choke me to death." she sat back down folding her arms. "You're still married to a whore."
Lincoln rubbed his arm awkwardly, "Well, getting strapped to the Electric chair was pretty interesting too." He whispered. Before looking out the windshield.
For a second Olivia felt awful, moving between the gap, she kissed his cheek lightly. "All I'm saying, is inside, we had the element of surprise. No one knew what we were planning. There's something about this guy, the one in the elevator? He's like…" Michael spoke ignoring the sign of affection directed at his brother.
"A Totally terminator...?" She asked looking over Michael's face, she didn't really understand.
"It's like he knows where we're going, what we're thinking." he kept looking forward, "If that's true, then it's just a matter of time before he finds out about the money in Utah, Bolshoi Booze, our way into Mexico…"
Olivia sat back feeling confused, "Oh..."
Michael now looked to Lincoln, "Are you ready for this?" he asked looking serious.
Lincoln looked back at Olivia, before looking at Michael, giving him the nod of approval. "Make the cell."
He watched his little brother taking out another per-paid cell phone. Dialling a number and was listening to the ringing. He looked back at Olivia. He flashed a half smile her way.
Olivia reached into the front seat taking Lincoln's hand, "It's going to work out," she kept her voice calm, "We're going to get out of America, and you'll never be strapped to a chair again..." she pause, "Well, unless you ask me to." she giggled.
Michael kept focused on the phone, listened to the voice mail beep, "Hey, it's me. I've got Linc. We're on our way there. If for some reason you can't make it, call me back at 917, 454, 567." he now hung up the phone placing it on the dash board.
A grin spread across Lincoln's face, he hand still holding Olivia's. He squeezed it softly. "I think, that sounds like a good plan." He lent over, kissing her cheek quickly. Before glancing to the cell phone on the dash board.
Before seeing a sign that said; 'Illinois, 38.' "There." Lincoln said his head pointing to it.
Alex looked around the office, "Just got this from surveillance. Remember that voice mail Scofield pre-paid for before he went off to prison?" Wheeler glanced from Alex to Nikole.
"Yeah..." Alex was rubbing his temple, the fact was, he wasn't having a good day, and he needed it to get better.
"Well Someone just left a message on it." he kept looking serious.
Alex glanced up finally, "Who?"
"Scofield," he said calmly, "Something, something about a meeting. Sounded like he was waiting for someone else to check the message and then call him back."
Nikole glanced at Mark Wheeler, "That's the cell phone number. As long as it's turned on…" She turned looking over Alex, "We can track exactly where he is." She smiled, her eyes twinkling.
"Lets roll..." Alex got his car keys looking to Nikole. Wheeler was getting his coat. "Wait," he glanced to the man, "you stay here, I need you to find leads on the other convicts." he pointed out looking to Nikole. "Come on..." he headed to the Exit with her.
"Oh, he doesn't look to pleased with you." Nikole said walking beside Alex her heels making clicks along the way. "I'd watch out for him, he'll probably try back stabbing you, Alex." She nodded seriously. Holding a mini device in her hand.
"Better than you stabbing me in the front," he kept his eyes on Nikole getting to his car, he opened the door getting in, he waited for her to get into the passenger seat, "Just keep me going in the right direction," he clicked his gun putting it back into his holster, "Less witnesses the better."
Crossing her legs over one another in the car, Nikole turned her head looking at him, "They've moved off the interstate. Heading north on route 38." She looked over the little red dot of Michael's car. "And don't lie, you'd be honoured if I stabbed you... Anywhere." She muttered.
Olivia kept looking from Michael to Lincoln; she'd not really remembered what was going to happen, all she kept thinking was that this was a stupid idea.
"Well," Michael glanced back to Olivia, "you ready?" he asked.
"Yeah," she exhaled while Michael stopped the car, he got out waiting for Lincoln, it was walking over to a barrier starting to unscrew it.
Olivia got out the car, she watched, "If you crashed, wouldn't it look too obvious that you took the barrier away?" she kept watching.
"My plan," Michael said breathless to her while unscrewing it.
"But Michael..." Olivia started.
"My Plan!" Michael snapped over her trying to keep in control.
Olivia rolled her eyes running her hand through her shorter hair starting to miss the length. "Right, what ever..."
"They've stopped. Couple miles up ahead. But there isn't anything up there. Why would… what are they waiting on?" Nikole wondered staring at the stationary red dot.
"Remember, once I hit scan we've got about thirty seconds before it reaches 103.7." Michael kept looking to Olivia and Lincoln.
Olivia inhaled, "Ka boom!" she made a hand gesture of an explosion.
"Yeah," Michael kept watching Olivia and Lincoln, he pressed the scanner, he started to listen to the radio, he took the hand break off, the car going over the bridge, as they started to rush away. "Wait, the music's not changing. Wait, wait, wait."
"What happened?" Lincoln glanced to Michael as the three of them stared toward the car upside down, not exploding.
The sound of a siren was getting closer to them. "I think we're going to have to set it off manually Michael and it's my turn."
Olivia blinked, "no!" she pushed passed Lincoln going to the car, "No boom!" she pointed to Lincoln face.
"Olivia, don't be stupid!" Michael called after her while she was getting closer.
Olivia kept carefully, "Hello a matter of seconds before the car explodes," she called, "Who got a gold medal in track?" she asked quickly, "Yes, me!" she pointed out reaching into the car looking over the radio feeling nervous.
"... Was it the Special Olympics?" Lincoln asked before turning his head. The car with the flashing red lights was getting closer to them. "Olivia, be careful! I don't want to have to collect you with a spoon and a trash bag!" He was kneeling down, watching her.
Olivia quickly started to run from the car, she got a good eight feet from the car before it exploded and she ducked covering her head, but kept moving getting to Michael and Lincoln looking worn out. "Now that should be a sport!" her eyes going from brother to brother, "well come on..." she pushed them forward, "Don't want to be caught with our pants down..."
Nikole tilted her head, after hearing the explosion and seeing a large fireball rising quickly into the sky. "Oh, well now..." She watched the cloud rising higher. Feeling her stomach crunching.
The medical expect kept looking to the remains of the car, "Put in all that work, break out of prison, only to end up dead at the bottom of a ditch. Kinda sad, really." He glanced to Alex. "So which one of them was it?" he asked, but his eyes going to Nikole standing at Alex's side, her sunglasses hiding most of her face.
Alex inhaled, "Scofield," he inhaled looking over to the car quickly.
"Possibly, could be Burrows and Morris too." Nikole glanced to the Medical Examiner through her sunglasses, before looking to the wrecked car.
The Medical Examiner nodded, before looking between the both of them. "Okay." He turned walking away toward the scene.
"Don't fall backwards, Olivia." Lincoln said as the three of them ran up the side of a dry dirt slope away from the screen of the accident. He was behind Olivia making sure she didn't slip, but now they were walking up an almost ninety-degree angle.
"Converses are not climbing shoes..." Olivia exhaled while looking down to the scene, over to Michael, "We did it!" she fist pumped and nearly slipped, her hands holding onto Lincoln for support.
"We should have a pretty clear path to Utah now." he took the cap off dusting it off. "They'll turn their attention to the other guys which means we'll be off the radar for a while." he kept looking to Olivia, "your hair!"
"Yes, I changed it," she moved looking to Michael, "What if they get the lab results back from the accident?"
Michael kept looking to her, "We'll be in Mexico by then..."
"Provided the transport comes through." Lincoln side glanced his brother, before putting his arm around Olivia's waist.
A while past, before a cloud of dust came trailing behind a car before it came to a stop, Nika getting out of it.
Olivia kept looking to the woman, "no," she muttered, "Really!" her eyes going to Michael, "Really!"
Michael ignoring Olivia walked over to Nika, "Looks like I owe you another one."
"Maybe she just wants you to give her one good..." Olivia muttered trying to ignore the fact she didn't like this Nika.
Lincoln had slipped his arms around Olivia's waist, her chin resting softly of her shoulder. "Be nice." He whispered this was the only transport they had going for them right now.
"It's okay, Michael." Nika held her keys out to him.
Olivia sighed, "I'll try," she kept her voice low, her eyes kept focused on Nika.
Michael tossed the keys to Lincoln; he kept looking to Nika, "Okay. Well, uh, once we get to Mexico, I'll send you ten thousand, like I promised. Plus another three for the car." he was looking her over, she was really too nice to him for all he put her through.
"That's my girl." Lincoln kissed the side of her face, while jingling the car keys. "Wanna be my shot gun rider?" He wiggled his eyebrows before looking to the front seats.
"Are you gonna meet up with her there?" Nika asked Michael, "The Doctor?"
Olivia smiled, "Oh yeah," she got into the front passenger seat; she kept looking to Michael standing outside the car with Nika.
He bit his lip, "Sara, Erm, I'm not sure," he lied; he was hoping that he could see Sara again; it was obvious that he couldn't trust Nikole now.
"We should get moving. The next town's a few miles away." Lincoln looked at Michael and Nika before getting into the driver side.
"That's fine. I can catch a bus from there." Nika smiled trying not to feel sad Michael was going.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Jesus save me," she muttered while looking to Lincoln beside her, Michael getting into the back seat with Nika, he kept looking to Olivia. "Everyone buckle up..." Olivia kept a very fake smile on her face.
