Michael eventually came over with a backpack in hand. - Last supper, boys, - Michael announced. - This is the part where we say goodbye. It's not much, but it's enough to get you started. - Michael handed everyone cash and denying the whereabouts of Fibonacci before walking off.
Conversations about getting LJ was talked about. I leaned against the wall of the warehouse. We bid our farewells with everyone and as Sucre came up to me, he smiled. - Mami, marry that boy, you love each other - he said, hugging me. - I told him the same thing. I wish you nothing but happiness in the future, - he told me the same words I once told him.
- likewise. Go to Maricruz and get married. Be happy, - I responded back.
Once we were gone, it was just the three of them. Michael took a deep breath and sighed.
- tell me everything you know about the courthouse, - he stated, ready to create a plan.
They were on the elevator, waiting for LJ to get into the right elevator. Just then the vent opened and Lincoln appeared through the top of the elevator. LJ and that detective were below. Lincoln had a pretend gun, pointing it to the detective.
- keep it in the holster, no one gets hurt, - Lincoln said, pointing the gun. - Keep it in the holster. - Michael and me appeared to Mahone and LJ. - All right, LJ, hit stop. - LJ did that. - He's coming with us, so just stay cool, stay cool.
I glanced over to Michael who recognised the detective. My eyes then went back on Mahone. Michael put his hand out. - hey buddy, give me his gun. - Michael got the gun and pointed it.
- LJ, give me your hand. - LJ lifted his hand up. - thattaboy, come on. - However, it failed as Mahone grabbed onto LJ. Mahone got a hold of LJ and instantly, they had to fled. We got into a truck, but gun shots were fired as we drove away. Once parked, we run, but Lincoln was hit.
- we gotta move, - Michael said.
- I can't, - Lincoln exclaimed, sitting down and clutching his leg.
- oh my God, - Michael mumbled, coming up. I sat next to Linc, examining his leg as he expressed his disappointment and belief he had failed LJ. Michael got a handkerchief and gave it to me to wrap around the wound.
- I failed him, - Lincoln explained.
Nika's house was nearby and Michael explained it was his green card wife's. As much disappointment it was to hear that agreement, I knew there was no other option. We got to the apartment building, Lincoln leaning on Michael with his hand wrapped around his neck while I followed behind.
- Michael, what are you doing? - Nika asked as soon as she opened the door, but there was no time for pleasantries.
- cayenne pepper, - Michael said.
- what? - Nika said, closing the door as Michael brought Lincoln to the couch.
- cayenne pepper, - i said turning to her. - Do you have it?
- uh, maybe, - she muttered.
- we need rubbing alcohol, few towels and painkillers, - i said. - whatever you got, - Michael stated.
- and some booze, - Lincoln added, rubbing his head.
- please, - Michael rushed, begging.
I leaned down, with Michael rolling up the pants to take a look at the leg. He tried to calm him down. However, Lincoln continued to groan.
- It's fine. Now, let's keep moving, - Lincoln stated, wincing.
- we keep moving, that leg keeps bleeding. The leg keeps bleeding and we're not getting out of Illinois, - Michael stated, jumping in. Nika handed the supplies to me, i took them before passing to Michael.
Winces and groans happened as Lincoln took a drink. - This will seal the capillaries, - Michael stated, shaking the cayenne pepper on the wound.
- Michael, you should not have come here. The police have been here asking questions, - Nika told him.
- we didn't have a choice, - Michael replied.
- I'm thankful for the help with the green card, but I don't wanna get involved, - Nika exclaimed stressed.
- I know. It wasn't part of our deal, - Michael snapped. - I know. I'm sorry. But there's nowhere else to go, - Michael stressed.
- when I saw you on the news, I was worried, - Nika continued. - I just hoped you'd crossed the border by now.
- so did i
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Hey guys. A little update. I'm not gonna write a lot. I probably will stop writing before Michael goes to Sona.
Because babes deserve a happy ending. Love y'all.
