'Defying the Odds' - Michael Scofield x Reader // Prison Break Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen

They eventually got to Tooele. As they drove through, the town was not that impressive. However, it would do as the money would be there.

"Tooele?" Lincoln hummed, testing the town's name on his tongue.

"I think it's too-ill-uh," Michael corrected Lincoln.

"Hell of a town," Lincoln chuckled.

"Small is good. It means we can find the ranch easier," Y/N said from the back.

"All we gotta do is get that money and we'll be out of here by nightfall," Michael explained, putting on his blue hat. Y/N still couldn't get over him in the suit. Something about him all sharp made her feel something.

"Sounds good," Y/N replied as Lincoln drove the car further into town. Y/N took the hat that was beside her, putting it on while pulling her hair into a bun. "Could we get a hotel soon? I need a shower," Y/N muttered, "and a change of underwear."

"Soon," Michael responded, "once we get that money."

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They got to a payphone, a phone book in front of them as Michael pulled it out, running his finger along the paper to see for a 'Double K ranch'. However, it was not there.

"Well guess what," Michael caught their attention. "No listing for a Double K Ranch," he grunt, throwing the book to the side.

Lincoln walked up to a town folk and asked where he could find a Double K ranch. However, it was no luck. The citizen was born and raised there, but still there was no knowledge of a Double K Ranch.

Michael was rubbing his face, frustrated with the whole thing. Y/N walked up to him, hand squeezing his arm but he ignored her touch.

"Looks like Westmoreland spent his last breath blowing smoke up your ass," Lincoln stated, no jokes there but pure facts.

"Lincoln," Y/N muttered, unimpressed. "How about property records?"

"Right, every plot is mapped out with dimensions. It's a public record," Michael finished her thought. "But if there is a tax assessor's office here, it's gonna be in there," he said looking at the municipal building.

"Municipal building," Y/N muttered, sighing. There would be cops there...a lot of cops.

"Cops, Michael. So many cops," Y/N mumbled. However, they continued on their path, Michael grabbed Y/N hand, squeezing it before moving to her back. He pushed her forward, guiding her.

"Stay calm. We'll be out of here in ten minutes," he explained to them.

One by one they entered through the metal detectors. However, after Y/N went, Michael went through and he was halted.

"Back up," the officer said.

"You wearing a watch?"

"Yeah," Michael mumbled, taking his watch off but making sure his tattoo was covered. "Nice day." Then he went through the detector again with no alarm. "Thanks." His hand found her back again as they went up the stairs to the archive room.

"This is exactly what we need," Michael said, pulling out books and placing them onto the table. "It's a map of every parcel of land. Topography, buildings, everything."

Y/N sat next to him, rubbing her face as she looked at him, watching him flick through the book. Lincoln was across from her.

Michael's finger ran down the page, looking for a name. "Karl Kokosing. Double K."