current mood: anxious
He’d gone over the file probably a hundred times before exhaustion had finally bludgeoned him into sleep, and still he couldn’t find anything more than what he already knew. It was etched across every piece of paper, embedded in every sheet.
Rachel Gibson had high-reaching security clearance, that or she faked it real well. She was organized, but not fastidious, and she drank a lot of coffee as the single drop of a coffee stain he’d located on one page’s corner indicated.
She’d also given them valuable information...and given them back LJ when Kate went for him. Government agent could have put up a fight...Gibson hadn’t.
It was either the biggest mistake of his life or his only real shot at actually making some headway...but around five thirty that morning, he finally woke from a semi-restless sleep and stuck a quick note under Lincoln’s door before heading out to the local library.
He waited outside for them to open, then made a beeline for the internet stations...it didn’t take much work for him to trace the IP number he’d memorized off some of those reports and do a little hunting to locate her email address...after some of the research he’d done to get the escape plan together, tricks like that had gotten to be old hat.
The library computer was anonymous enough and it didn’t take long to register a phony email account online and type up a quick message.
IF YOU’VE GOT A VESTED INTEREST IN LEARNING THE TRUTH ABOUT LINCOLN BURROWS, STOP LOOKING INTO TERRANCE STEADMAN’S MURDER. IT’S A SINKHOLE.
YOU CAN’T INVESTIGATE SOMETHING THAT NEVER HAPPENED.
START WITH BLACKFOOT, MONTANA AND GET BACK TO ME...BUT WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T GO OUT THERE ALONE.
AND STAY OUT OF STRANGE HOUSES.
For several long moments, Michael simply sat staring at the email. All he had were documents...and his nephew. It was all he had to trust...but was it enough?
In their position...did he really have any choice?
His hand moved seemingly of its own accord...the button clicked on send.
If she was for real...she could pick up where Veronica left off, so long as she heeded his warning.
And if she wasn’t...
...well, it wasn’t like the target on their backs could get any bigger.
Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: PRISON BREAK