Lincoln was driving down the road, Olivia sitting in the passenger seat, Michael sitting in the back, the radio was on a normal volume as a woman spoke; "This morning, authorities issued an update on the escaped convicts known, until now, as the Fox River Nine. Chicago Mob boss John Abruzzi was gunned down outside a Washington, D.C. motel last night after investigators received a tip from an informant. The other eight escapees are still at large and considered dangerous. A Florida man wanted in..." Her voice was cut off by Lincoln who now spoke. "I didn't think Abruzzi'd be the first to eat it." He pointed out.
"I have a feeling we're in for lots of surprises." Michael said looking to the backseat to his brother, Olivia playing with his hand.
Her eyes now looking up, "I think Fox River eight, sounds so much better than Fox River nine..." her eyes kept looking to Lincoln's finger playing them carefully over her own hand.
Lincoln's fingers turned, and were lacing with Olivia's squeezing them softly, His eyes on the empty road. "They said eight are still out there. So much for faking our deaths." He glanced in the rear view mirror to Michael. "Seventy or eighty Miles to go." He saw a land marker.
Michael nodded, he leaned forward, "Good. Means we should be hitting the Double-K Ranch by this afternoon." he kept watching the road.
Olivia turned her face to look at Michael, "Mike," her voice soft, her free hand touching his mole, "We can just go get L.J, get a message to Elle, and go Panama..." her eyes wide.
Michael moved away from Olivia's touch, "We can't hit Panama." he snapped, "We can't hit anything." he kept his tone dark. "We can't do anything without the money. We need to find Charles' stash." his voice sounding like a hissy fit.
Lincoln glanced down at his brother who was leading between Olivia and himself, "I know some other guys who are thinking the same thing..." His voice was rough.
Her voice was soft, her fingertips running small circles on his chest.
Olivia still kept playing with Lincoln's hand while he drove, her eyes to Michael relaxing in the back seat, she felt bad, but in the back of her mind, she didn't care about the money, she just wished she could fore fill Westmoreland's dying wish.
Laying in the Motel bed, beside David, the two of them barely slept last night except for a couple of hours, they just kept talking and cuddling.
Layla inhaled a small breath. "I don't wanna go home. I wish we could keep driving."
David smiled, he kept brushing his hand into her hair, wearing boxers now, she was in her underwear, clean, a vest over the top, and he kept looking lost in her eyes. "I don't think your pops will be down for that." he whispered lightly.
"No." She murmured, "But, wouldn't it be fun?" Her green eyes were looking into his brown ones. "We could go to...Hawaii." She suggested lowly.
David kept looking into her eyes, brushing a kiss over her lips softly, kept smiling from ear to ear, "No, you can't drive to Hawaii." he kept kissing her more, pulling her closer to him.
Layla curled in closer to him, her arms resting against his chest, laughing softly; she kissed his neck, "I know. I know. I'm just saying. I wish." She exhaled, closing her eyes for a minute. Before a knock overcame the silence from the door.
David watched her head going over to the window, "No, no, don't get it. They'll leave." he kept trying to keep his tone light, but he was nervous, when she said it was a cop, he felt worse. "No, no, no, no. Whoa, whoa..." he rolled off the bed looking scared as hell.
Layla unlocked and opened the front door of the motel, glancing over the police officer standing in front of it. She didn't understand why Scott felt so nervously about cops.
"Sorry to disturb you ma'am, have you seen this person?" He held up a photo.
A photo that made Layla's stomach churn over like she wanted to vomit, staring at it, what stared back was a mug shot. A mug shot of the man she'd spent the last several and most exciting hours of her life with.
She became very nervous.
"Last night we got a few phone calls that he was spotted in the area. So we're going door to door." The officer explained. Looking down at the teenaged girl.
"Why are you, looking for him?" Layla asked trying to keep her voice from shaking.
"He escaped from a prison in Illinois a couple of days ago. Have you seem him?" He kept looking into her eyes.
Something didn't feel right with her as she looked hesitant to say anything to him.
"No, he doesn't look familiar... Sorry." She finally said. Feeling like she could cry.
"Are you sure?" He held the picture up again.
"I'm sure." Layla's voice dropped. The officer nodded.
"All right, thanks for your time ma'am." He tipped his hat before Layla closed the door. When the door clicked closed. She felt panic washing over her body. She felt so scared. Turning around.
David stepped out of the bathroom, he kept looking to Layla's eyes, seeing that fear, the fear he wished he didn't have to see. "Whoa. Whoa, whoa...this ain't...this is not what you think, a'ight? Look, trust me. Just...just listen, okay? All I did was steal a baseball card, okay? I'm not like those other fools up in there." he kept looking to her eyes, "you don't know what happened to me in there," his eyes looking big, scared, he wanted the love back, he didn't want her to hate him. "please, believe me, please..." With her hand on the doorknob, it shook, he didn't look mean, and he didn't look like the kind of guy who'd escaped prison, not a criminal.
Tears were falling from her eyes that were scattered with fear, sadness and heartache. "I... Scott..." She stammered on her words.
She couldn't keep focused on him, her eyes looking around the room, to him and back around the room. "I'm gonna go for a walk, okay?" She stepped into her flats. Pulling her thin sweater on over her arms.
David stepped forward, "Just..." he kept looking into her eyes, "just listen to me please..." he wanted her to listen to him, he wanted to be able to have her not do what she was thinking about doing.
David stepped forward, "Just..." he kept looking into her eyes, "just listen to me please..." he wanted her to listen to him, he wanted to be able to have her not do what she was thinking about doing.
Layla used her sleeve to dry her eyes, but that didn't matter. The tears kept welling up and falling.
"I'm going to leave my keys." She pulled them from her pocket, placing them on a small table beside the door. "Right here..." She exhaled staring into his eyes. "When I come back, my car will be gone. I'm sure in a few hour, they'll find it somewhere." She opened the Motel room door. "Abandoned."
"Wait. Wait... I wish it could be different." David kept looking to her, but when she left him, he feel on the floor, holding his chest, his eyes looking to the ceiling, he inhaled, fists in the air, "why god, why!" he cried feeling the pain in his chest beating like a drum, he got dressed, he found Layla's notebook and pen. Dear Layla, he started, I wished you'd listened to me, but I guess, well, I am never going to be the guy that gets the girl, but one day, I'll take you to Hawaii... he placed the notebook back, taking the keys before leaving the motel room.
"I think it's "Too-ella"." Michael corrected Lincoln while looking to the streets, Olivia was sleeping, her hand resting under her head, the other was on Lincoln's thigh, it was strange for Michael to see this, but he couldn't help but notice the smile on Lincoln's face, he'd never saw it that big before.
"Hell of a town." Lincoln pointed out, looking back at his brother, before looking at Olivia sleeping, it made him smile to himself. "Small is good though, right? Means the ranch'll be easier to find. All we gotta do is get that money, and be out of here by nightfall." He seemed to have a plan made up. For Lincoln it sounded like a good plan.
Michael nodded, "Yeah," he kept looking to Olivia, she kept still, she looked weird without her trade mark blonde hair, but then she was smart to change her hair, people couldn't help but spot her with them locks, so he glanced back to Lincoln. "I know this is going to sound weird," he started, "but Linc, treat her right, she really needs someone reliable, I don't want someone breaking her heart again." he spoke like the best friend he was in high school, looking to Olivia again, he really wished he was a better friend to her.
Lincoln tensed. "Michael, I'm not going to hurt her... I know I don't have a very reliable reputation to put on the line, but." He exhaled. "She really means something to me, even if our relationship consists of... Being on the run from the police."
Michael nodded, "I just hope you're," he stopped talking seeing Olivia stirring out of her sleep.
"How long have I been out of it?" she sat up, she brushed the hair that was stuck to her face, she wasn't getting used to the lightness of her movements, she looked over Michael face, and then to Lincoln.
"Few hours." Lincoln brought his hand down to his thigh where her hand was resting. Lacing their fingers back together, the small town seemed to have nothing going on. "You needed the rest." He smiled at her as they came to park in a parking lot.
"Yeah, expect that much," she let out a yawn while looking around, "Wonder if anyone else got here..." she smiled bringing Lincoln's hand to her lips kissing it softly, then smiled sweetly.
"Guess we wont really know, until we find that Ranch now, will we?" Lincoln saw a pay phone with a phone book attached to it. "Phonebook." He pointed at it; feeling like he was getting smarter, or the world was getting dumber for him.
Lang standing awkwardly close to Alex, so close he could smell her cheap tacky perfume, "A man was violently assaulted in Nebraska by a hitchhiker matching Bagwell's description. He was headed west on the I-80. Omaha's putting together a photo line up." she spoke, trying to get close to him.
Alex stepped away, "What do you have on Scofield? What does anybody have on Scofield?" he called over everyone, for a moment feeling good that Nikole wasn't here, maybe after the death of John Abruzzi, they knew he was doing his job, leaving him alone.
"Uh...I've got some results from his hard drive. The one recovered from the river. We were able to use the sector editor to restore the master boot. So from that..." Agent Pertz was looking over to Alex.
The sound of high heels filled the office, the heels that belonged to the one-person people cringed to now a days. "I don't think we care how you did it. What do you have?" Nikole's voice broke the rooms current setting as she stood in the centre of the office.
Alex kept his voice tense, "I don't care how you did it. What do you have?" he snapped, part of him trying to ignore the sound of heels, the feeling in his stomach when he knew she was around, plus right now, he kept getting a feeling this wasn't going to change, he didn't want to deal with her after the other day of making him feel like her gimp.
"More than half the contents of the buffer. About 60 percent." He nodded, bringing up a picture of D.B. Cooper. "Seems pretty random." He pointed out.
Alex kept serious again, "I don't care," he kept his tone as even as possible, but he was getting to the end of his rope. "I want it printed out, and on my desk pronto!" he stormed into his office now stopping to see her sitting on the desk looking at him, "I am a little busy, isn't there another man for you to suck the life out? Wedding to plan? Gimps to tie up?" his kept his tone aloof.
Sitting on the edge of his desk, her legs crossed over one another, she watched him, without speaking, inside that hurt, just a little bit. "Awh and here I was trying to be nice, by bringing you a coffee." She reached beside her, holding a coffee cup up, from the cafe across the street. "Because lets be honest - between you and me kinda deal, the F.B.I. might be all fancy and great but they lack in the coffee department." Her voice low like it was a big secret between them.
Alex hesitated before taking the coffee mug from her, he kept serious, "Wheeler, I need you in here..." he snapped, and like a shot, Mark Wheeler stood in the office looking to Alex.
"How can I help you?" he asked Alex, hoping he was going to get some cool assignment.
Alex held the coffee cup to him, "Sip this." he pushed the coffee more towards him.
Mark Wheeler sighed, he took the coffee took a quick sip passing it back, "Was that a test?" he asked looking to the coffee, "A trust thing?"
"No, I wanted to make sure," he looked to his watch, "Well I guess you can leave." He watch the man walking away pissed off. "So I can assume you want something..." he added drinking the coffee with ease.
"Oh, he looks really upset." She watched Mark leaving before standing up from his desk, she fixed her skirt, she hadn't worn so many skirts in her life, but she liked it, the heels to. She sat down on the chair in front of his desk, crossing her legs again. "Oh please, Alex - if I was going to poison you I'd make sure to use slow reacting poisons... I am a Doctor after all." She winked at him. "So, because I come to visit you, I automatically want something? I thought we were at the stage in our relationship where I could just pop in, say hi." She waved, before rolling her eyes, watching him.
"We," he pointed from himself to her, "don't have any kind of relationship." he kept his tone serious, he kept thinking about Scofield, Lang poking her head into the office with a folder in her hand.
"Print out from the hard drive," her eyes going to Nikole, it seemed the woman was always around, yet Lang couldn't find her anywhere on the F.B.I agent listings.
Alex took the folder from her; he didn't even look to Lang while placing the coffee on the counter opening it up looking inside.
Standing by the phone, flipping through all the K's, Lincoln had triple checked before speaking, looking up to Michael and Olivia. " Well, guess what. No listing for a Double K Ranch." He sounded defeated putting the phone book down looking moody.
Olivia pushed herself off the bonnet of the car looking to an old man, "Excuse me. Do you know where I might find a Double K Ranch?" she asked sweetly.
The old man looked over her, the fact he found his eyes on her chest before her eyes, "What do you call it?" he asked.
Michael leant forward, "Double K ranch." his voice clearer than Olivia's.
The man's attention in Michael now, "Can't say I've heard of it..." he kept looking from Michael, to Olivia and finally falling onto Lincoln.
"Are you from around here?" Olivia being polite, her hands in her pocket feeling weird about her stomach being on display the way it was.
The old man sucked in a breath, stuck out his chest out, "Born and breed." he started. "There is no double anything."
"Yeah, thanks..." Michael watched the old man walking off.
Olivia inhaled resting back on the car, her head placed carefully on Michael's shoulder, her hand brushing his arm.
"Looks like Westmoreland spent his last breath blowing smoke up your ass." Lincoln half hissed half felt a little lies to about everything while looking at Michael and Olivia, standing in front of them, his arms crossed.
"Charming Lincoln, just right out there," she kept herself resting against Michael, "I made a promise to that old man, I was going to give Anna her Pop's love, and I am going to do it!" she nodded.
Michael brushed a hand over Olivia's shoulder, giving her a side hug, "I know you want to, but right now, we need to find what we came here for..."
Olivia inhaled, "There's one way to find out. The county keeps property records. Every plot is mapped out with dimensions. It's public record. But if there is a tax assessor's office here..." she started to walk to the corner with Michael following her.
Michael stood behind Olivia now, "it's gonna be in there. In the municipal building." he brushed his hands down her arms stepping beside her now.
Lincoln was standing behind the two of them, looking over their heads, toward the building, and feeling nervous. "A lot of cops in there, Michael..." He glanced to his brother touching his girl friend and didn't look amused.
David is driving down a long and lonely road, his eyes kept focused. Dispatch. His eyes kept focused forward, feeling pains in his chest while he drove forward, in complete silence. Someone...someone stole my car this morning. I'm at the Lotus Motel off Interstate 80. David kept thinking back to that night, the feeling, everything hurt, he just didn't understand. Did you see who took it? For one day, in David's life, he was the guy, he was cool, smooth, and the girl liked him, enough to let him have sex with her, but it was more than sex. No. I went out for a walk. And when I came back it was gone. David kept looking to the road, not another car, he was close to Utah, money, all he wanted to do, get that money, find her, find Layla, and prove he wasn't a bad guy, he was a good guy, caught in something bigger than he was. This morning? Why didn't you call before? He just needed to find that money, find it and find her. I...I don't know David pulled the car over to the side of the road. Looking very upset. He hits the steering wheel in anger and regret. Then he wipes the steering wheel, door and door handles clean of prints with his jacket. Before he walks away, he uses his jacket to write a message to Layla Scorpio in the dust on the car window: it says 'Aloha'. He walked away from the car, he was going to see her again, and he was going to make it work.
The three of them were walking toward the building of Municipality. Lincoln looked to his left; Olivia was in the centre of Michael and himself. They fingers laced together. He listened to Michael speaking; "Stay calm. We'll be out of here in 10 minutes." As they all saw the Security guard and the metal detector.
"One at a time." The guard said. Lincoln dropped Olivia's hand after a second. Walking through, nothing happening. "Clear." The guard approved and waved Olivia through.
Olivia walked through while nothing happened she kept walking looking to Lincoln. Michael behind her, he made the detector beep. "Back up. You wearing a watch?" he asked.
Olivia giving Michael a dirty looked from beside Lincoln. Michael was trying hard to take it off, without having his tattoos seen. "Erm, yeah..." he placed it in the bowl walking through.
"Clear..." he said watching Michael take his watch back.
"Thanks, have a nice day," Michael kept walking away from the man. Walking up the stairs with Lincoln and Olivia behind him, "This is exactly what we need. It's a map of every parcel of land. Topography, buildings, everything."
Olivia running her finger down the page of a book looking to Michael, "Karl Kokosing. Double K." she pointed while stepping aside for Michael, sandwiching him between herself and Lincoln.
Glancing but, Lincoln saw an older guy, staring at the three of them. "I don't like the way this guy's looking at us." He said low enough only they heard. The man was still standing and staring.
"Linc, you don't like the way anyone looks at you," Olivia pointed out, "except me," she walked in front of him trying to calm him down the best she could.
Michael kept looking through the book, "Twelve-thirteen..." he whispered t himself.
Olivia seeing the man Lincoln was talking about, looking to Michael.
"Make up your mind woman!" Lincoln was laughing, but seeing Isabella still switching from one colour to the other he made the choice. "One pink and one blue." Lincoln made it easier for the counter person. Taking out money from his pocket, handing it over. Getting his change he shoved it back into his pocket. Holding the two bags over his head at her. "Here you go." He started walking them toward a table.
The clerk was staring again, "Seifert, I need to speak with you." He said sharply and Lincoln exhaled. Looking from Olivia to Michael and back again quickly.
"Come on, man, we gotta roll. Now." His voice edgy.
"Hey, Seifert!" The Clerk sounded more anxious.
"Come on, you got the map?"
"No. Someone else does." Michael kept looking from Lincoln to Olivia, "Someone got here before us. It's the only explanation." he then looked to Olivia looking out the window.
"What is he a cat!" Olivia snapped seeing T-bag in the street, and then glanced to Michael and Lincoln, "I mean, we all saw what happened, and the blood..."
"Son of a bitch is still alive." Lincoln said darkly seeing T-Bag plain as day strolling up the street, unaware of them. "I think we need to pay him a visit." He started walking up behind T-Bag.
Michael walked behind Lincoln, with Olivia behind him as they made their way out of the building, they all followed T-Bag getting the their car, Michael catching T-Bag's attention. "Hey, Pretty!" he said in a deep tone.
Olivia kept trying to avoid staring at the man she only hoped had died in the bar, but nope, here he was alive and kicking.
T-Bag froze hearing that voice, he turned partly, "What the...?" He was cut off, by Lincoln was putting his arm around T-Bag's shoulders forcefully. " What are you gonna do, scream? Hmmm?" Lincoln's voice was dark. They walked around a corner together and Lincoln pushed T-Bag against a car, "How the hell are you still breathing?" He hissed as T-Bag groaned in pain.
Michael cringed, "What the hell did you do to your hand?" he felt sick rise in his throat.
Olivia kept standing beside Michael, she glanced, "well, all I can say, that is one sick sight to See, Theodore that is nasty..."
Lincoln grabbed T-Bag's wrist where the stitches were fresh, squeezing the pressure points. T-Bag hissed in pain, " Easy, easy...I recently had some work done." He tried to keep calm.
"Where's the map?" Lincoln snapped darker at him, feeling the need to cause him as much pain as possible.
"Easy, easy, easy! I don't have it." He said fearfully of Lincoln.
"Bullshit!" Olivia pointed out, "big, stinking bullshit." she kept pointing to T-Bag, her eyes focused.
For a second Michael glanced to Olivia, "for once, Olivia makes a point," he nodded, "Linc, frisk him." he pointed out trying to keep his tone cool.
Lincoln pushed T-Bag against the car, like a police officer would. Kicking his legs apart, Lincoln started roughly feeling for the piece of paper. "I'm telling you, I don't have it!" T-Bag felt nervous before wincing once more as Lincoln grabbed him, shaking him. "You don't have it, Huh?"
"It was gone when I got there. Why don't you keep your pooch away from me, I'll tell you everything I know!" He looked panicked. Toward Michael, Michael was the one with the heart.
Olivia kept her eyes on T-Bag, "see," she got close to his face, "I find it hard to trust a creeper like you." she felt Michael pulling her back.
"So, T-Bag," Michael watched him, "You start talking, or we'll make sure you're found by the right people..." he crossed his arms quickly.
T-Bag hissed at Olivia, but Lincoln pushed his fingers into his wrist and he screamed in pain. "It's the kid. He has it. I saw him this morning. I needed some help. We made a deal, all right? He said that he would dig, I told him where he could get a map at."
Lincoln glared, grabbing T-Bag by his bleached hair. "What kid? What KID?" Lincoln shook him.
T-Bag didn't speak for a minute, but finally opened is mouth, "Tweena." His Southern accent was rougher then before.
Olivia kept looking to the back seat, driving down a long road, she kept looking to Lincoln in the driver seat stopping the car, her eyes to Michael, "I don't like this..." she stated clearly.
"Do you think I am getting out the party hats about this?" Michael kept his eyes on Olivia, it was weird all three of them in the front, just because no one wanted to be in the back seat with him, so Olivia felt awkward on Michael's lap.
Olivia inhaled, "no, but then again, we, well, do we really need the money?" she opened the car door getting out, the fact her tone was bitter before she started to kick the dirt.
Lincoln got out; his face was all business, as he opened the back door. "Out." His rough voice ordered T-Bag.
Who slid out of the car with ease. "What's going on?" He felt nervous. "Where'd you say Tweener was headed?" Lincoln walked around the back of the car.
"Up on the main drag. He's supposed to find a shovel." T-Bag turned looking at Lincoln who stuck in key into the trunk's lock, opening it.
"In." Lincoln pointed.
"What? No... No Way!" T-Bag shook his head.
Lincoln reached into his jeans waistband, bringing out his gun.
"No no, no, no, no!" T-Bag stared wide eyed.
"In." Lincoln said again.
Alex walked back into the office, he quickly avoided talking to anyone as he slipped into his office closing the door, he shut the blinds. For a second he sat down, he placed the pen, taking the lid off, slipped as many pills as he could inside it. He inhaled knocking one back, the fact his eyes looking around the office, relaxing back into the chair, it was a matter about letting the medication work over him, trying to relax into the bubble of calm, For a moment before having to go back into the real world.
Nikole had been disappearing and reappearing all day, her cell phone was pretty much glued to her ear and her heels were digging into her feet that were sore from walking up and down stairs all day in a rushed pace.
But for the moment, her cell phone was in her pocket, her pace was normal and she had a minute to herself.
However she didn't use it for herself, she had some key information. She walked up to Alex's office, seeing the door and blinds closed.
She knocked a soft knock; she didn't want to walk in on something she'd regret. "Alex', can I come in, you aren't choking the chicken are you?" That sentence coming out of her mouth alone was enough for anything to tell she was from the Southern states.
Alex inhaled, he kept his eyes closed, "Enter..." he said trying to feel the calm, the peace. The fact Alex wasn't going to stress with this feeling, he was going to find Scofield, get away from this Company, and get his life back.
Turning the knob to the office door, she walked into his office, closing the door behind herself. She watched him; it wasn't hard for her to tell he'd just recently at a fix. "Rough day?" She asked him, casually, walking across the floor to sit down in the same chair in front of his desk.
Alex exhaled, "I am getting that closer to Scofield," he stretched out, his eyes focused on hers, "and I am going to find them all..." he kept thinking about it, always thinking about the manhunt. "so what can I do for you Nikki..." he smiled while trying to not show how much he didn't want her here right now.
Nikole shifted in the seat she was sitting on, her hands resting on her knee. "I thought you said we didn't have any kind of relationship? Here you are going around shortening my name... " She smiled a dark smile. "Well, Ally!" She started up, "We've got a confirmed sighting on Franklin. He jumped out of a moving train in Preston, Idaho."
Alex got to his feet quickly, he kept looking to Nikole, he moved touching her arms, looking deep into her eyes, "Idaho..." he spoke clearly, he pulled her close to him, but let her go before going to the other office where the map was. "Franklin, spotted in Idaho," he pointed to the map, "Sucre spotted in Mesquite, and finally Bagwell in Nebraska on I-80 heading west!" he kept looking to everyone.
For a minute, Nikole felt frozen in the office now alone. Until she managed to shake her head, but standing up and walking out toward the map.
"Funny how, both men have never been across the Mississippi. Visiting friends and family? Not to likely and not South of the border. They're due West." She kept looking at Alex.
"The Garden Centre, this might just be me and my... History. But I'm thinking drugs and a lot of them." Lincoln looked up at the small country store before looking at Michael and Olivia.
"Go in Michael..." Olivia pushed him, she kept looking him over, she kept looking up from one man to another. "Go..." she pushed him into the store. "You stay here..." she kept looking to Lincoln. Her eyes looking to his, "Why you giving me and Michael the look?"
"I wasn't, giving you a the look?" He half said it in a question and half in a statement. His eyes looking from the centre back to Olivia. "Sorry," He reached out taking her hand into his.
"Lincoln, I was best friends with Michael, and I'd admit, We are close." her eyes kept on his, "but I'll never see him like I see you..." she paused, looking into the store. "Linc..." she pushed him to the door, "mike needs your muscle..."
Lincoln ran into the centre quickly. Kicking the man holding his brother in the ribs.
Making him let Michael go. Pulling out his gun. Woody looked nervous. " Where's the kid? Where's the kid?" Lincoln said darkly.
Olivia walked into the back seeing David, "Oh," she now looked him over, "Are you okay?" she felt her hands touching him, looking him over.
David glanced to her, "Ay, I'm fine," he kept watching her brown eyes focused on him, "David, you're going to be okay..." she looked back to where Michael and Lincoln were tying up the shop clerk.
"What are you doin' here?" David looked confused to all of them.
Michael inhaled, Olivia smiled, "We had to come for you," she brushed his hair back.
David felt more confused, "How you know I was here?"
"T-Bag." Lincoln said sharply, looking over the teenager with an annoyance.
He grabbed him, pushing him up against the wall without blinking. "Where's the map?" His voice was low and rougher. When Tweener questioned it, he shook the kid a little bit, "The map! Hand it over." He narrowed his eyes.
Olivia quickly stepped in the way, she glared at Lincoln, but took his hands off of David, she brushed him down, "What Linc is trying to say is, Theodore implied that you had the map, to, the, money location." she kept her voice calm, brushing the wrinkles out of his shirt.
David laughed to Lincoln, "He told you I had it?" he then looked to Michael, "I am just manual labour, he's the brains..."
Olivia inhaled, "He's got the map, and knowing him," she glanced to Michael, "Michael!" she rushed out of the shop, she knew they needed to get back to the car ASAP.
A piece of ripped paper with; '1213' printed on it was laying on T-Bag's chest; "Tell me that's not what I know it is." T-Bag heard from Michael's mouth as the truck opened quickly letting the bright lights in.
"It is. But don't worry. Before I destroyed it, I committed it to my photographic memory." T-Bag said swiftly.
Olivia stood beside David, "I," she waved her hands in the air, "This is bullshit!" her fist tighten, "I," she inhaled.
Michael snorted, "Coming from a compulsive liar, I find that a little hard to believe." his voice directed to T-Bag. Olivia still pacing, David watching her, focused on her outfit.
"I'd have tattooed it to my body but I didn't have the time." He looked from Michael to Lincoln, "Whenever you strip search a lifer, you should always check his coin purse!" His last words rushed as Lincoln pulled him from the trunk with anger.
"Tell us where the money is!" He hissed.
"Now, let's not dissolve into threats, all right? I'm gonna take the high road here. Suggest a mutually beneficial arrangement. I have the information. You have the manual requirements necessary to unearth Westmoreland's buried booty. We're partners." His voice was drawn out.
Olivia exhaled, "Michael..." her voice light.
Michael turned to look over Olivia, "I," he kept watching her eyes, snapped his attention to T-Bag, "And why is that?" he felt himself getting sick of this.
"Because as of this moment, I'm your map." His eyes fixed onto Michael's as he moved, walking around the car, toward the back, Opening the door and getting in.
Lincoln heard Tweener asking if they split it five ways now and he glared. "No, get in." He pointed to the trunk.
Olivia moved to the boot slamming it shut, "No!" she snapped to Lincoln with a serious tone. "I am not shutting him in a boot, in this weather," her arms folding across her chest.
David kept still, for a second he didn't really know what to do looking from Olivia to Lincoln.
"Olivia." Lincoln said sharply reopening the trunk. "He's no use to us, in fact ... We don't even need him. He's getting in the trunk." He looked over Tweener. "Get IN!" He pointed darkly at him.
David stepped to get into the trunk, he was seriously scared of Lincoln Burrows, the man could kill him in a heart beat, but he felt Olivia's hand on his chest, her other slamming the boot shut again. "No," her eyes kept serious, "I will not get into that car, if this kid is shut in a trunk!"
Michael glanced to Lincoln, back to Olivia, "you know what he did, what he could of done!" his kept his eyes narrowed to David, who stepped back looking extremely upset with himself.
Olivia shook her head, "I don't care Michael," her head snapped to look at Lincoln, "cos right now, I am not going to condemn him," she looked to David, "What did you do?"
David inhaled, "I," he kept his head low.
"He ratted the plan to Bellick, why I had to rush everything, nearly blew the whole plan!" Michael kept his eyes dark on David, then looked to Olivia.
Olivia didn't change, "And, from what I heard, Bellick had him over a barrel, and Bellick is a sick man, so maybe, just maybe he was trying to protect himself," her eyes going to David again, "Get in the back seat..." she opened the door for him.
"So he was getting his ass ridden in Fox River and you sit him next to the White Trash Paedophile, real swell idea, Olivia." Lincoln walked around the car, opening the driver side door, getting into the driver seat, slamming the door behind himself.
"Might I suggest, taking a deep breath in the nose and out the mouth?" T-Bag was looking at Lincoln, loving every minute of this.
Lincoln turned around, his expression was blank and T-Bag looked fearful of it for a minute. "My bad." He whispered, sitting back in the seat.
Michael kept watching Olivia, she was still looking angry, "Livia..." he went to touch her, and she started to slam him. Michael was holding his hands up.
"I hate you, and your stupid brother!" she kept slapping him feeling Michael holding her hands still. "Let me go!" her eyes glaring.
Michael leg of her, "Linc could of died, the whole plan..." he kept his voice down.
"Well Linc's alive, you got out," she kept looking to Michael, "I don't know what happened to my friend, but when I look at you, I see a evil, manipulative bastard!" she pushed him away, "I'm out..." she started to walk away from the car feeling sick with everything. Michael stood still feeling shocked by her words.
Lincoln's eyes were narrowed, beeping the horn. "Get in the FUCKING car Michael." He glared out the passenger window toward his little brother.
T-Bag looked from David beside him to Lincoln in the driver seat.
"Mama always said... Enjoy domestic's that aren't your own." He lent back in the seat.
Michael got into the front passenger side; he looked to Lincoln, still feeling hurt by what Olivia said to him, he could see her walking away.
David kept looking to the brothers, "I think she had a good point..."
"Shut up, no one is talking to you." Michael snapped at him, he wasn't going to be having a good day.
"Yeah, no one was talking to you." T-Bag mocked in a childish voice at David.
Lincoln turned around in the seat, his eyes vicious. "You shut your fucking mouth right now, before I rip one by one every stitch off that sad excuse for a hand..." He turned back around, starting the car.
Michael kept focused forward, "Right now, I am just wanting to have directions to the location, on that map..." he glared to T-Bag, "I don't care what either of you have to say." he turned to look to Lincoln, "Just go say your sorry to her..." he kept looking to Lincoln.
Lincoln stared at Michael with a disgruntled facial expression. "The boys right, Skin, listen to him and go apologize. We all just want our money." T-Bag for one was agreeing with Michael Scofield.
Lincoln kept looking forward, before hitting the steering wheel, opening the door roughly and getting out of the car.
Wondering after Olivia. "Olivia!" He said quickly.
She stopped turning around, "Lincoln," her eyes kept focused on his, brushed a hand into her hair feeling tired again, but started to walk towards him, she didn't know what was going on.
David leaning forward to see what is going on, "Look man, about..."
"I don't want to hear it," Michael looked to David, "only reason you're not in that trunk right now," he pointed out the window, "Is because she still believes in the good of people." he stared to David again, "She is a good person, who doesn't like to see others suffer."
"I'm really sorry, I don't know what got into me... I just felt like, I don't know... I really want this over with, I want to me... In Panama with you and Michael, away from ... Here." He exhaled watching her.
"I want," she inhaled, "I just want to stop feeling like, we're going to be running in circles, but if Michael says we need this money," she moved forward, "I just think I'm too old to fight," he brushed her hand up her arm, "Just, I've never really lived much either..." she kept stepping forward, "also, tell your brother, he's driving, I'm not sitting on his bony lap..."
