Hi resaders. This is a very LONG chapter. It involves some spanish but I put what it means after the quotations. Hope you enjoy!

~Millie

I do not own Prison Break.

Alexander Mahone Pov:

I open the folder of the nine escapees from Fox River Penatencury and learn a little bit about them.

Michael Scofield: Architectural engineer. Five years for armed robbery.

Benjamin Miles "C-Note" Franklien: Former US sergeant. Eight years for position of stolen goods.

John Abruzzi: Mob boss and the Don of the Abruzzi crime family. One hundred twenty years (life) for

conspiracy to commit murder.

Charles "Haywire" Patoshik: He has Schizoaffective Disorder with bipolar tendencies, and a fear of crowds. Sixty years for second degree murder.

Fernando Sucre: Has had several run-ins with the law. Five years for aggravated robbery.

David "Tweener" Apolskis: Five years for grand larceny.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: Life for six counts of kidnapping, rape, and first degree murder.

Lincoln Burrows: Scheduled to be executed in a week for the murder of Terrence Steadman.

Mac Scofield: Has a Master of Science and a Master of Education Degree. Five years for armed robbery.

Mackenzie (Mac) Scofiled Pov:

I look up into the sky and the run has raised. We have been running through the woods all night. I hear dogs barking not so far behind us. They're catching up. The group comes to a stop and I quickly put my hair back up into my hat, so they don't figure out I'm a woman.

"Do you hear something?" Sucre asks as he looks around.

I look through the bushes to see a train coming up the tracks. "If we get to the other side of the tracks the cops won't be able to follow us," I say quickly.

Everyone starts to run and the police are right behind us. Linc, Abruzzi, and C-note make it over the tracks just avoiding the front of the train but the train is moving too quickly for Sucre, Michael and I to get to the front.

"We'll have to go through it," Michael says.

Sucre jumps into a open sided train car and Michael and I keep running to keep up. The police run out of the woods and I notice Bellik with a shotgun. Sucre helps Michael into the train car and Michael jumps out the other side. I pull my self onto the train and I hear a gunshot then I get sharp pain in my right arm. Sucre pulls me into the cart, we run and jump out the other side then follow the rest of the guys into the woods that were on the other side of the track.

Alexander Mahone Pov:

"Mr. Mahone, they need you for the broadcast," my secretary says. I walk into the conference room and the broadcast begins.

"I'd like to talk about John Wilkes Booth for a moment, if I could, Abraham Lincoln's killer. Twelve days. That's how long it took to find him. In his journal during this period he wrote that the shadow was his friend, the night his domain. He acknowledged that whatever neurosis drove the criminal to commit the original crime is compounded. Magnified by flight. By the sounds of dogs at his heels. Fear becomes paranoia, paranoia ultimately psychosis," I take a short pause.

"I bring this up because in one hundred and forty years, the fundamental mind of the escape man has not changed. The escape man is still human, he is still afraid, and he will stop at nothing in his attempt at flight. Fortunately for us, while our quary has shadow and night as his ally, we have something far greater. Television." I turn to look at nine mug shots.

"I would encourage everyone who is watching, everyone in this country, to take a good look at these faces. These men, right here, are now the nine most wanted men in America. If anyone sees any of these men, do not approach them and call the authorities, "

We come to a clearing and everyone stops to catch their breath.

"Did you see all those guys back there!" Sucre says between deep breaths.

"If we stay back there, we will be fine," I says with a smile.

"Why does it seem like your having fun with this Mac?" Sucre asks.

"Maybe I am, I love the adrenaline rush, I've always loved action and adventure," I reply while wiping sweat off my forehead.

"So your just doing this for fun?" He asks.

"No, I'm doing this for an innocent man. My brother,"

"The fun is just a bonus," I add.

"And don't think I don't know where you were going either Scofield," I over here C-Note say to Michael.

"Where am I going?" Michael asks.

"Oh, I don't know, Utah maybe? When were you planning about telling us about the money man?" C-Note says.

"What money?" Sucre asks.

"The five million dollors Westmoreland planted in the desert in Utah," C-Note continues.

"You don't know what your talking about," I butt in.

"You wish I didn't" He snaps back.

Theodore (T-Bag) Bagwell Pov:

I dig through a cooler emptying everything but the ice out of it and I place my hand into it. The zipper of the tent zips open and I grab the screw driver.

"Hey what do you think your-" The camper starts before I step towards him reveling the screwdriver.

"Do what ever you gotta do," He says.

I grab my things, the cooler and make it look like I'm leaving, But I quickly turn around.

"Oh, and, boy. If you call the cops, I will put this thing right here, screwdriver in your eye." I say while swaying the screwdriver in front of his face.

"Thank you," I say, grabbing his hat, and pulling it onto my head. I turn back to the cooler and run off.

Alexander Mahone Pov:

I walk into my office where the tattoo artist that did Scofield's tattoo waits.

"Scofield designed the tattoo, not you?" I ask her as I sit down at my desk.

"He brought the entire thing in, every element. I mean look at it, it's the freakin Sistine Chapel. I know the guy was an engineer or whatever, but man, his skill as an artist was unbelievable." She replies.

"What else? What can you tell me about him as a person? Was he with anyone else?" I ask.

"Uh, he was cool, you know, but uh, talk about a detail Nazi? Everything had to be perfect. Exactly as he drew it. I always sorta had the feeling that the whole thing was some sort of inside joke that only he was in on. A girl was with him, I'm not sure if it was his girlfriend or his sister," She says.

"Did the girl get anything done? What did she look like?"

"Yeah she did, It was some sort of floral, snake design on her forearm. She also had to have everything perfect. Um… lets see, she had medium length brown hair, looked around the same age as Michael. That's all I remember," She replies.

"Do you think you could send me a copy of the design?"

"I should be able to do so," She says.

"We have your number, right?"

"Yeah," She says as she gets up to leave.

"I may be calling you. Thank you,"

I look down at the picture of Mac Scofield that lay on my desk and notice something on his arm.

"Can someone find me some more information on this Mac Scofield?"

Mackenzie (Mac) Scofield Pov:

We continue to rest in the clearing."Mac, are you bleeding?" I hear Linc ask.

I look down at the upper part of my right arm to see my sleeve all bloody. I get Linc to rip up the sleeve. It reveals a bleeding bullet hole.

"When did that happen?" Michael asks as he joins us.

"Well, when we had that close call with the police earlier, I stood on the side of the train. Bellick had a shot gun and shot at me. If Sucre didn't pull me fully into the train car, the bullet would have hit my lung instead of my arm," I say will I look at Sucre.

"We have to get that bullet out of your arm," Linc says while examining the hole.

"How would you know, you're no doctor," I say.

"Does anyone have tweezers?" Linc asks totally ignoring my comment.

"How is anyone supposed to have anything, we just broke out of prison if you don't remember," I say.

"We have to get it out some how," Michael says.

"Who has the smallest fingers?" I ask. Each person holds out their hand and compares their fingers.

"Sucre, looks like you'll be pulling out the bullet. It's not very far in but Mac, it will hurt," Michael says.

"I don't think I will be able to do this man," Sucre panics.

I sit on the ground and Sucre and Michael come and sit beside me.

"Ready?" Sucre asks. I nod.

I feel his fingers slide into the bullet hole. Excruciating pain comes from my arm and I start to bite as hard as I can on my left hands' fingers.

"I got it," Sucre finally says.

I completely rip off the sleeve Linc started to rip and I tie it around the wound.

"Thanks Sucre,"

Michael holds out his left forearm and I place mine beside it, they fit like a puzzle. Putting them together reveals where we have to go and other things we needed to do in the prison.

"Come on, we need to keep moving," I say while pushing my self off the ground.

We start to make our way when a small girl comes into the clearing.

"What are you guys doing?" The little girl asks.

"We're fishing," C-Note says.

"With no poles," She says."We're hand fishing," Sucre says.

"I think the real question is, what are you doing out here?" I say in my man voice once more, while getting down on knees so we're almost eye level.

"I'm hunting," She says as a man steps out of the bushes behind her.

"Mac, Mac!" I hear Michael yell. I look up to see a rifle pointed at me. I don't need to be shot at again.

"Get away from my daughter!" The man yells. I stand up and slowly back away from the girl.

"You're those guys from Fox River! Don't any of you move a freakin muscle," The man says.

Abruzzi runs and grabs the girl from behind and points the gun from earlier to her head.

"What are you doing? Let her go!" We all yell.

Abruzzi points his gun at the father. "Put your gun down!" He demands. The girl's father doesn't listen.

"Drop it now! You put the gun down. One," Abruzzi says as he moves the gun from the father to the girl's head.

"John put her down!"

"Gonna pull the trigger. Two!" Abruzzi yells. The father hesitates then throws the gun to the ground.

"Good boy. Get the gun," Abruzzi says turning back to us. No one moves.

Abruzzi points the gun at Sucre "Pick it up!" Sucre runs and picks up the gun. Abruzzi lets go of the girl and she runs to her father.

"Where's your car?" I ask.

"It's just up the hill," The father replies while hugging his daughter tightly.

"We're going to need your keys" Michael says.

Theodore (T-Bag) Bagwell Pov:

I walk into a clinic and place the cooler on the counter.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir, it's a Saturday, we're not open.," The doctor says.

"That's sorta the point. See, I'm gonna need some work done, and I'm uh, gonna need it done uh, privately," I say.

"I'm sorry; you said you needed the work done?" He asks.

"This is a medical clinic, isn't it?"

"Well of course, sir. But for animals," He replies while holding up a cage with a cat inside.

I rest my right arm on the counter, revelling nothing but a bloody stub of dead skin.

"My god sir, what happened to you? You need medical attention. I'm going to get an ambulance," He says while rushing towards the phone.

I run around the counter and press the screwdriver into the doctors throat. "Nobody's gonna be doing any calling here, doctor,"

"F-fine," He stutters.

"That's right,"

"W-what do you want?" He asks. I turn around and knock off the lid to the cooler. Inside in the bloody water floats my bloody hand.

Mackenzie (Mac) Scofield Pov:

We all squish into the mans vehicle and motor off. After about twenty minutes of driving C-note yells, "You know what? I want Mr Mafia out of the car right now man. That was a little girl! Don't you have a heart? God. I have a daughter. I have a little girl,"

Abruzzi leans forward places his hand on C-Notes shoulder and whispers, "I got one too. But if I hadn't done what I had to do, we wouldn't be on our way would we?"

I hop over from the back seats to the passenger's and say. "Turn right up there,"

"Hold on. Where we going?" C-Note asks.

"Oswego" Michael replies.

"But that's West man, we need to go East. My family's back in Chicago!" C-Note blares.

"And you think the cops don't know about it? You think they're not just sitting there waiting for you to come running back home? What's the matter with you?" Abruzzi mumbles.

"What about New York?" Sucre asks.

"What about it?" Abruzzi snaps.

"My girl's pregnant, bro!" Sucre yells.

"Understand your love is your weakness right now, and they know about it," Abruzzi says wisely.

"That doesn't mean it has to stop you. You just gotta be smart about it. Get to Oswego," Michael says.

"Oswego is not on the way, Snowflake!" C-Note says angrily.

"It's not where Oswego is; in Oswego we stop being cons and start being civilians," I lean my head against the cold glass window and shut my eyes.

Alexander Mahone Pov:

"Did anyone find anything on Mac Scofield!" I yell.

"Nothing yet, but the copy of the unidentified womans' tattoo came in," My secretary says while handing me the photograph.

I look down at the tattoo. At first glance it looks like a snake slithering up her forearm, and white skull both surrounded by black, blood red and plum purple lilies. But when you take a closer look at it you can see more of the blue prints of Fox River Penitentiary. At her wrist you can see the words Chance Woods. I look down at it for a while and notice it looks like something is missing. I start to rummage through the pictures of Michael Scofield's tattoo and find something that completes the puzzle. The blue prints fit together and the words Ripe Chance Woods complete the sentence.

"Mr. Mahone, the police have a lead and are heading to . 'Allen's Self Storage'in Oswego," My secretary says and I rush out the door pictures still in hand.

Sara Trancredi Pov:

I lie in my hospital bed and stare at the ceiling when there is a knock at the door. I look over towards it to see a nurse.

"You have a visitor," She says.

"Thank you," I say as Katie walks into my hospital room.

"You look disappointed," Katie says automatically.

"No, not at all. I just thought-hoped you were gonna be my father,"

"You heard from him?" She asks.

I nod. "His office,"

"Well, I brought you a change of clothes. Figured, you know," she says while hanging a suit bag in the wardrobe.

"And your purse," She says while placing it on the side table.

"Thanks,"

"I'm in a lot of trouble, I think," I says softly.

"I- um. I need to apologise-to you," She says then takes a short pause before going on.

"They threatened my job if I didn't talk, and-"

"No, no, no. One thing you learn when you're walking the steps, is that you never outsource a blame that belongs in your own backyard," Katie and I laugh hysterically.

"Well, you're not the first correctional worker that fell for a con. Trust me," She says once our laughter dies down. I lay my head down on the pillow.

"He never cared. Not one bit," My voice cracks.

Michael Scofield Pov:

I sit with my head in my hands and many things running through my mind. I feel a tug on my seat.

"What you thinking about?" I hear Sucre ask.

"My many mistakes,"

"You had to do it," He replies, picking up on my main mistake.

"Not the way I did, I ruined her life," I say digging my head deeper in my hands.

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it now," He says.

"That's not true,"

"You fell for her, huh?" Sucre says while placing his hand on my shoulder.

I see Sucre glance over at Mackenzie sleeping in the passengers seat.

"How much younger is Mackenziethen you?" He asks.

"Five minutes,"

"You guys are twins? Really? She looks maybe two years younger than you," He says shocked.

"Thanks a lot. Why do you wanna know?"

"No particular reason," He replies.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," He replies. I lean forward onto the back of the drivers seat.

"Where's Oswego?" Lincoln asks.

"Half mile maybe,"

"Good. I don't think I can handle being in this vehicle with five others anymore. It is fucking hot in here," Linc says.

Theadore (T-Bag) Bagwell Pov:

I sit with my hand and arm laying on an operating table. "I'm sorry; but I don't think I can do this. There are nerves ... You need a specialist," Says while pulling on latex gloves.

"I don't"

"You need somebody who knows what they're doing!"

"What I need is for you to put my hand back on. My hand has been detached from this arm for hours, it is dying,"

"I am not capable of doing this!" He stutters.

"I only have one hand, but I could stick this in your neck before you get to that door. Now, if that's not incentive enough for you, I see that you have a Mrs. Gudat out there. With a name like that in a county like this, old Mrs. Gudat would not be too hard to find, now would she?"

"Fine. I will do it but, I promise you nothing," He says.

"Story of my life," I say with a massive grin.

"I'll have to put you under," He says while reaching for a seringe.

"Not going to happen. Do I really look that stupid?"

"I cannot do a procedure like this without an anesthetic. I have to cut away dead flesh; nobody can under go a procedure like this without an anesthetic!" He yells.

I lean close to him and whisper "I ain't nobody,"

Officer Brad Bellick Pov:

"Captain. Manager just said that Scofield's got a lease on unit one hundred sixty-four. It's still active. We've got guys on Eighth Street, Third Street then the alley. If they're in there, Captain, we've got 'em boxed," Officer Paterson informs me.

"We push right up the gut then. Any one of them makes a move, put a hole in 'em," I say as we approach unit one hundred sixty-four. Paterson nods. Officers surround the unit.

Alexander Mahone Pov:

We pull up to the storage facility, I open the door and prepare to climb out when the door slams in my face. "This is my call. Back the hell off," Bellick says, then storms off.

I open my notebook and puzzle over Ripe Chance Woods once more.

"Still nothing on this place?" I ask Agent Ives.

"No, they keep coming back with nothing. No place by that name anywhere in this country. Or any other country for that matter," He replies.

Michael Scofield Pov:

"Are we ready to go?"

"I will attempt to find the door, it is so dark in here I can barely see my hand in front of my face," I hear Mac, then the sound of someone falling then objects falling follow.

Officer Brad Bellick Pov:

Officers surround the unit guns drawn I give the signal and they start to pull open the door.

Mackenzie (Mac) Scofield Pov:

I reach the door and it slides open like a knife through butter and light start to fill the room.

Officer Brad Bellick Pov:

The door slides open and reveals… Nothing.

"Son of a bitch set us up!" Officer Paterson yells. Everyone puts down their guns and walks away from the empty unit.

Alexander Mahone Pov:

Bellick walks past the car full of anger. "Not one word," He snarls. An officer walks by the car and I notice something.

"Officer," I call out. The officer turns around and his badge reads 'Rivers'.

"Nothing. Oh, oh, oh. That boy is clever. It's not a place, it's a name. But how would he know- what if, it's not possible," I think out loud.

"What is it Mahone?" Ives asks.

"I need you to bring up the census of this country and to call the office to find as much as possible about this Mac Scofield. Tell them to look up names that can be abbreviated to Mac,"

Mackenzie (Mac) Scofield Pov:

I lead the way through the cemetery to the grave stone with RIP E. Chance Woods engraved on it. We start to dig.

"Somebody is going to see us," C-Note says while looking around.

"Just keep digging,"

"We're gonna go the hell guys, I swear to God we're gonna go to hell," Says while crossing himself.

"I got it," I say as I get pulled out of the deep hole by Michael. I lean into the grave and pull out three big black garbage games.

"You Scofield's are some sick cats, you know that?" C-Note says.

Alexander Mahone Pov:

"Did they find anything on this so called Mac Scofield?"

"Yeah, they want us back at the office," Ives replies.

I glace down at the PDA and notice a name on the census. "We can head back to the office but first, we gotta to go to the cemetery. Now,"

Mackenzie (Mac)Scofield Pov:

Michael rips open the black garbage bags and starts to pull out cloths. "Originally this was supposed to be a weeks worth of clothes for me, Mac and Linc. But, uh, I figured you all need just as much help as we do, so-" He says.

"You're just doing this out of the goodness of your heart, Fish?" Abruzzi snarls.

"That's right, John. The heart. You remember what that is, don't you?" Michael says. I give off a chuckle and Abruzzi gives me a glare.

I start to pull my cloths out the third plastic bag and go change behind a bush. I pull on a black pencil skirt, a white dress shirt, a matching black jacket and a pair of black high heels. I also tug my hat off, bush out my hair letting it fall onto my shoulders and letting my bangs fall to tickle my eyes, and wash the dirt off my face with saliva. I return to the boys with the sound of complaing that the cloths are too small, too tight, too big or too loose.

"Suck it up! Your lucky we gave you cloths at all," I say. Not knowing I was there till I spoke the guys look up from what they're doing and look at me.

"What?"

"Nothing," They reply then look away.

"Good."

I walk over to Lincoln and Michael who are calling me over to them. Michael throws a bag at Linc.

"What'd we got?" Linc asks as he opens the bag.

"Money, passports, prepaid phone cards," I list a few.

"Archie Ryan?" He chuckles as he opens he looks at his passport.

"You seen mine? Phineas McClintock?" Michael says with a grin.

Lincoln pulls out my passport. "Riya Turner? How come you got the good name?" Linc asks me.

"One, I'm a girl and two, I got to choose the names,"

Lincoln digs around the bag and pulls out a set of car keys. "Whoa, and these?"

"Keys to a car that's waiting for us, couple hundred yards from here," Michael explains.

"That a three of us or a five of us?" Linc asks.

"Three of us,"

"They know?" Linc continues to ask questions.

"Not yet,"

Everyone hears a sound and looks up.

"Guys, guys, guys! We've got company!" Sucre whispers and I shove my six days worth of cloths into a big purse and fallow the rest of the guys into the bushes.

A man exit's a vehicle and walks over to where we just dug up the grave.

"Guys, we gotta roll," Sucre whispers and everyone starts to go but Michael and I.

Michael and I kneel, hidden in the bushes, and watch the man study the grave. He looks around unscrews the middle of his pen, a pill slides out of it into his hand. I want to stay and observe him longer But Michael grabs me by the hand and we run off. I hear the leaves rustling from behind us, he's chasing us. Michael and I continue to run and run into a town and join civilisation.

"We're civilians. Remember that. Civilians," Michael mumbles before we split us throughout the crowd.

I look around the crowd of people and mind to my self when I see the man that was following us. Our eyes glue together but I rip it away and keep moving, he thankfully doesn't follow. I seem almost home free when I get whipped around by a man.

"Do I know you?" He asks.

I panic. "Creo que no," I tell him I don't think so.

"I don't understand do you speak English?" He asks still having a hold on me. I look around for help.

"Hago no speek inglés," I tell him I don't I notice Sucre coming towards us.

"Rosaline es usted da el visto bueno?" Sucre asks me if I'm okay.

"Este hombre no permitirá que vaya," I tell Sucre he won't let me go. He nods.

"Can someone please speak English!" The man raises his voice.

"Okay, let go of my wife," Sucre demands. I look at him surprised.

"Sorry man I didn't know!" The man says as he releases me. Playing along with Sucre I cling my self to him and we walk away.

We meet up with everyone in an abandoned warehouse. Lincoln and I decide to phone Veronica.

"Hello?" Veronica answers the call.

"Vee. It's us," Lincoln says.

"Linc?" She asks.

"We're out," I say.

"Mackenzie? Thank god you guys are okay. I saw the news. You gotta stop. I need you to turn yourself in," She says.

"What?" Linc and I both ask very surprised.

"I found Steadman, I'm with him now, Linc. He's alive. You're going to be exonerated." There is a knock on her end. "

Come in!" I hear her say.

"Veronica, who's there?"

"Steadman? What are you talking about? You found Steadman?" Linc asks.

"The police are here. Look, I need you to stay where you are. I don't wanna lose you," Veronica says.

"Ma'am! Put the phone down!" I hear a man say.

"What?" I hear Veronica ask.

"Veronica, what's going on?" Linc and I ask.

"Oh my god," Veronica says. There are three gun shots.

"VERONICA!" Lincoln yells and he falls to the floor. I get down beside him, I feel tears develop in my eyes and that I could possibly puke at any time.

Sara Trancredi Pov:

I lay in my hospital bed reading. I decide to have a nap. I dig in my purse for my book mark but instead I pull out a paper crane. I flip it over and notice there is writing under its` wing. It reads 'There's a plan to make all of this right.' following it is a series of dots.

Alexander Mahone Pov:

I walk into my office where all of the male agent seemed to be huddled around one computer screen.

"What is going on here" I ask as I approach them.

"We found Mac Scofield," One of them says.

The men peel themselves away from the screen so I can see. On the screen in front of me is a the Facebook page of a Mackenzie Scofield. I glance over to her picture to see her in a bikini.

"This is what you guys have been staring at for an hour!" I yell. They nod.

I sigh. I go through her pictures and find one of her face. I print it off and stick it over the mug shot of

'Mac' Scofield.

"Tomorrow morning I want her face and her information on every news broadcast in this country!"

I walk into my office and Ives enters. "DOC's still doing a sweep of Oswago, but the Fox River Nine have basically vanished," He says.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Mr. Ives,"

"I don't know how you can be so confident. It's not like these guys left a map where they're going," He says.

"Actually, that's exactly what they did," I walk to the wall where I have pinned information on the escapees.

"Scofield had the entire thing on his body and some on his sister's. How to get out of that prison, how to disappear afterward. It's all there. I promise you that it's only a matter of time before we know everything that is the Scofields head. Where he plans to run to, how he plans to get there. So, when the time comes that he does get there. We'll be waiting for him,"

Mackenzie (Mac) Scofield Pov:

I sit out side of the warehouse and fiddle with the lock of the handcuffs that are still locked to my arm.I pull the bobby pin out of my hair and use it to pick the lock. As I drop the cuffs to the ground a thought hit me. This wasn't the end, it was an even more difficult beginning. Life on the run.