Short one folks I'm sorry, but this one is IMPORTANTE
LUCAS
As much of a break through i had, with finding the code, my luck pretty much ran out from there.
By the time the clock told me it was 3 in the morning, i had gotten two possible translation tack-tics.
I thought, maybe the code could be broken by rearranging the letters, but I couldn't figure out a possible word for the life of me. Next i tried every other letter but i came up empty handed. In the end i had to walk away and give myself a break.
As i walked over to the fridge, i pulled out a drink before leaning against the counter. My mind began to cast back to the events earlier in the day, when the FBI agents stormed my flat.
It could have been bad if i hadn't figured out what was in that package, however i knew that Ink and i knew each other really well. He's one of only a handful of people that I told my crime to and i am one of only a few people he told about his escape plan. Needless to say we had, since meeting, shared many a secret but it really made me question what he might have used for the code.
I had thought about something only i would know and no one else. It had to be something that he had told no one but me, but what?
Frustrated, i dramatically lie back onto my bed.
"Think Lucas think!" I shout in frustration
In the silence that follows i suddenly come to a realisation
"Think...Lucas...Think- that's it!" I exclaim out loud in my solitude
I rush over to my desk as i pick the notebook up again. I start to match the code to the word Lucas.
COURSER THANTOUS NOTES
LUCAS- five letters then five spaces, maybe that's the code
COURS.....NTOUS.....
I look at the word and sigh... it's not right. It can't be correct if it still makes no sense.
But what else could it be? Surely only a few people call me Lucas, only people from my time in lock up use it as a nickname... unless.
Maybe I'm thinking too much about me... maybe i should be thinking about the nickname i use for him and I'm the only one who uses it!
I start scribbling down the coded word
People could easily figure out my nickname- it was already my middle name- but Ink... no one would know that but me.
INK- three letters then three spaces
COU...RTH...OUS...SE
I look at my translation, about to give up hope as it looks nothing like a word, before i realise that the spacing is incorrect.
I quickly move them and....
"COURT HOUSES!" I shout as i leap out of my chair in victory.... "Courthouses?" I say to myself again, more quietly
Now what on earth could that mean.
My first response is to google the courthouse in Chicago. I go onto goggle maps and see that they are not too far away from where i currently am.
But why does Ink need to tell me out the courthouse?
I exit maps before i enter most recent news and what i see puts the final pieces together.
"Burrows' Son, LJ, due to have court hearing about sentencing" I read the news article title out loud.
That's it! Ink and Lincoln were going to be at the courthouse to probably try to break out LJ!
I scroll down as i get to the main body of information.... Tomorrow, it was happening tomorrow
And i would be there... a family reunion looks on the books and i wouldn't miss it for anything.
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Ink ✔️ || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break
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