Let's Break Out Of Prison - Prison Break FanFic

Chapter 25: Map 1213

A/N: Okay, so the voting has happened I got a few Lincolns and a looottt of Michael's so clearly we know which one out weighs the other.

That being said, I want to make all my readers happy so right now the book will contain mostly Michael and Olivia scenes although I will include a little bittle of Lincoln and Olivia and then I guess we'll see what happens.

I feel like people will begin to guess what happens when the book continues but right now I don't even know where it's heading so I guess we'll find out together.

Also I didn't post yesterday because it was my Prom so you're getting the post today.

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We've been driving in the car we took from Bellick and Geary for about fourteen hours now and it's the next day.

We are currently driving down Highway 150, surrounded by a vast sea of green farming fields seventy-five miles east of Salt Lake City, Utah.

"This morning, authorities in Illinois 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 DC motel last night after investigators received a tip from an informant. The other eight escapees are still at large and considered dangerous." The lady on the radio informs us.

"I didn't think Abruzzi would be the first to eat it." Lincoln says as he drives along and I click the radio off so we don't hear the voice anymore.

"I have a feeling we're in for lots of surprises." replies Michael.

"They said eight are still out there. So much for faking our deaths." Linc infers.

"I think the point was to buy us some time." I tell him. "How much further?" I ask impatiently wanting to get out the car and stretch.

"Seventy, eighty miles." He replies continuing along the straight strip of road that we've been on forever.

"Good, that means we should be hitting Double K Ranch by this afternoon." Michael says leaning against the window frame in the back seat.

"Or we could keep driving, pick up LJ and hit Panama." Lincoln talks over his brother.

"We can't hit Panama. We can't hit anything. We can't do anything without the money. We need to find Charles' stash." Michael gets stressed out at Lincolns constant requests to get his son. I understand both of them, but if it were my child I'd be pining for it too.

"I know some other guys who are thinking the same thing." Linc says talking about C-Note, T-Bag and Tweener who all heard the conversation and then the others who were vaguely told about it.

We drive along the stretch until we finally start to see a few towns and then a sign directing us into Tooele. "Hell of a town." Linc says dryly and I laugh breathily looking out the window onto the bare, dirty streets and abandoned shops.

"Small is good. Means the ranch will be easier to find." Michael counters. "All we've got to do is get that money, and be out of here by nightfall."

"Nice." Lincoln whispers in his gruff voice, driving along slowly.

"Hey stop." I say as I spot a pay phone on the side of the road. "There's a phone book." I point at the heavy pages hanging by a chain at the side of the phone. "We could look for Double K." He pulls up in a parking spot and we walk the short distance to the phone.

Michael opens it up to the start of the 'K's' and starts to slide his finger down the pages looking for a double K name. "We will get LJ." I assure Lincoln as we lean against the trunk.