I run. I run and run until my heart pounds in my chest, my breathing is unnaturally uneven and e sweat is now rushing down my face. I don't know where I'm going but my feet won't stop. I can hear distant murmurs, and the odd sentence or two.
"What is she doing...Is she ill...I want my money!" Typical.
I hear all this but I keep running. Then all of a sudden silence.
Silence.
I know that silence all too well. It's happening. I just know it is.
And then there it is. The deafening gun shots, 3 times, exactly 2.3 seconds apart. Michael's mind works like a clock, exact and precise. A gentle humming-like sound, it's definitely Michael. This makes me even more nervous. More gun shots.
God, Michael will be wondering where I am. I've let him down. But I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. I can't risk going to jail, not with my little Darcy. She's only 3. And she's Michael's.
But he doesn't have to know that.
Collapsing to a stop, my heart feels as though it's shaking out of my chest. I slide down the wall, and it is then that I realise the tears are pouring down my face. I'm so scared. This is the worst possible thing I could have done because now the police are going to be suspicious.
THE POLICE. Why can't I hear sirens? The gun shots had fired and Michael told me in depth, at least 19 times, that when 2 lots of gun shots had fired, the police would come. Maybe they are just delayed.
I'm still running as I wrack this through my messed up brain, only I have no idea where I am. There are stacks of rusty filing cabinets surrounding me, and long forgotten pipes leak dirty sewage water from above, dripping on my head. But to be honest, that isn't my biggest priority now.
A sudden beam of light forces me to stop, and I stagger over to where they are coming from.
A FIRE EXIT.
Thank God. I thought I'd be trapped. My breathing is slowly, but surely returning to normal. I've never felt so relieved in my entire life. I can get home, get Darcy, and get the hell out of here.
Or that's what I thought.
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In It After All
ActionMichael Scofield is in prison, and is desperately trying to get out with his brother Lincoln. But, before all this happened, when Michael's crime took place in a bank, the lady behind the bank knew Michael was coming. She was involved in the crime.
