Michael shared that we're going to a place where he stored things. As we walked back, Michael explained they need to go somewhere so we can't look like cons however, a figure appeared.
- hi, - a little girl said.
- hi, - i said, kneeling down on the ground.
- what are you doing? - she asked.
- we're just fishing, - C-Note said, coming to crouch near the little girl.
- with no poles?
- we like to fish with our hands, - C-Note explained.
- yeah, hand fishing, - Sucre chuckled.
- I think the question is, what are you doing out here? - Michael asked.
- hunting, - she said. Her name was then called out. Her father appeared and instantly,
he had a gun and told to get away from his daughter.
- you're those guys from Fox River. Don't any of you move a freaking muscle. - The man began to yell to get away from her.
Then Abruzzi grabbed the little girl and pointed the gun in the father's direction. Yelling occurred between the two parties, but Michael stayed calm and collected.
- John, let go of the girl. - Abruzzi kept demanding to put the gun down and threatened to shoot. The man eventually put the gun down. I grabbed the gun, holding it in my hand as Abruzzi let the girl go and she ran back. Michael asked where his car was and took the keys.
I handed the gun to Sucre and followed after Michael. We all got into the car and drove to Oswego.
In the cramped interior of that car, the tension was palpable. I sat in the back seat, between C-Note and Sucre, my gaze fixed on the window as the world sped by.
Michael sat beside me, his eyes constantly scanning the road. He glanced at me, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of the shirt. He leaned closer, his voice soft and concerned. - You okay?
- yeah i'm fine. Are you okay? - i asked and he gave me a small smile.
- yeah
Michael's hand squeezed my knee, offering me a quiet reassurance.
- where's Oswego? - Lincoln asked.
- half a mile, maybe, - Michael responded. We got to a storage unit where we got shovels. We were still dressed like cons.
- somebody's gonna see us, - C-Note said.
- keep digging, - i responded.
- we're gonna go to hell, guys. Swear to God, we're gonna go to hell, - Sucre whispered.
I pulled up trash bag Michael gave me and placed it beside me. Michael opened the bag and began to pull out clothes, handing it to people. - originally, this was supposed to be a week's worth of clothes for me and Linc. But I figured you all need just as much as help as we do, so... - Michael explained.
- you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart, Fish? - Abruzzi retorted.
- that's right, John. The heart. You remember what that is, don't you?
- damn, Snowflake. This is tight, man, - C-Note said.
- It's like I said, we gotta stop being cons, - Michael stated, handing me a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt, - and start being civilians.
Everyone began to dress, but I stayed still.
- behind me, - Michael said, when he noticed i wasn't changing.
Michael walked over to Linc, throwing a backpack. - Money, passports, prepaid phone cards. I didn't expect to meet you, so .. -
- It's fine, - i muttered. - I didn't expect you either.
Lincoln began to look at the passports, chuckling. Michael glanced over. - We'll get you one.
- If we get to my apartment in New York, I have six or seven, - i responded. - mob life, - i shrugged.
- fake passports? he asked, and I nodded. Lincoln pulled out keys and held them.
- these? - he asked, holding the keys out.
- the keys to a car that's waiting for us a couple of hundred yards from here, - Michael explained as he did up his tie.
- she's coming? - he nodded to me.
Michael nodded - yup.
- so, it's the three of us or the six of us? - Lincoln asked.
- that's the three of us, - Michael stated.
- do they know? - i asked, looking over to the group.
- not yet, - Michael said.
Then, a dark SUV began to pull up. Here they go again ... on the run.
Michael took a hard look at the guy, adjusting his tie as he narrowed. How did he know? He continued to stare at this man, almost as if hatred ran through him.
- we have to go, - I said, tugging at his arm. We ran down some train tracks to the middle of the town, where we began to walk. - you look quite dashing in your suit, - i stated, looking ahead. - i can imagine you life before this... big-time structural engineer, all tailored in sharp, fine suits. Charming - i hummed.
We got to a warehouse and I stood in the corner while Lincoln walked off to make a call.
Just then, Lincoln began to stumble back, falling to the ground, me and Michael went over, leaning down beside him.
Veronica was dead and Steadman was alive. The proof was locked away in a safe house.
