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“-…It says that if you poke exact right holes in something big and strong, it gets very weak.”

“-…That's true.”

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Sara raised her eyes surprised in the half-darkness of that motel room.

She didn’t understood what was going on, but Sara had the unequivocal felling of that something was very wrong for them, like if she had a knot in the pit of her stomach.

The storm was continuing outside and she listened a thunder very near to where they were, and everything shivered in the penumbra of that room, like a warning of what was coming next.

The only light in the room was the yellowish light of the small table lamp upon the night table.

She couldn’t see the bed from where she was, but even that she knew then that something was wrong, and thousand of thoughts passed through her mind fast and devastatingly, and Sara turned a bit searching for Kellerman.

Because suddenly Sara knew that Kellerman was in that room in dusk, like if she had smelled his scent trapped in the dark air.

And for a very few moments Saras mind felt in her own tramp: “How can you know how does Paul Kellerman smells?”

And when she saw him in Michaels room, in their room, with that serious face and his grave look, Sara knew that all the lies, the silences and all the pain, hadn’t done nothing more that begin for all of them.

But before she could say anything, Sara felt a push and an unknown weight pushed her tightly and face down against the dark and cold wall.

She felt the cold wall against her wet cloths and a shiver of fear rushed from her spin when she felt someone’s body pressing her hardy against the wall, and an unknown breathing into her hear. And Sara understood then what was going on.

The unidentified weight at her back pressing her face down against the wall, was man.

She felt his anxious hands in her waist, keeping her against that cold wall, Sara couldnt see what was happening in the room because the left side of her face was pressed against the wall and she just could see the small lamp and Lincoln’s legs, but even that, she felt clearly the breathe and the smell of a man behind her.

And of course, it wasnt Michael.

In the few nights together Sara has get used to his smell, to his breathe warm in her hear, and most of all, to his touch. Because Michael always touched her like if she could break if he made a wrong move, like if she could vanish if he pressed her a bit more.

Sara had get used to Michaels touch and smell that much that she would have recognize him even face down against that dark and cold wall.

And that man, wasnt Michael Scofield.

Sara was even more sure and scared when he spoke and she listened his dark and unknown voice into her hear:

-“I think that you have terribly mistaken the room sweetheart.”

Sara felt his hot and rough breathe in her hair and understood painfully that their problems were ending up to being.

The pressure against her body loosened and she turned fast, leaning her back in the wall and breathing nervously.

And finally Sara saw a very worried Michael handcuffed to headrest, next to Lincoln.

He had blood stains in his t-shirt … Sara always had felt a knock over the heart every time that she saws Michaels blood, every time, even when they were in that now that far infirmary.

But this time, worst than his blood, was Michaels look.

He was looking scared and nervous at her, like if everything in their lives would depend of that exact moment, like if he could feel the future pain from where they were now… And there was something more floating in his eyes: A silent apologize.

And Sara knew that look very well.

Everything was happening in a very few seconds, and it remembered to her vaguely those nights, when she was high and alone, trying desperately to make that something would have some sense for her.

Lincoln was looking at her in silence, with a sad mix of guilt and resignation, and Paul had still the gun on his hand, and was standing and looking straight at her. Sara saw his dark pupils trembling nervously.

And she knew time ago that when that man was nervous, was because the situation was worst than anybody had though.

There were other two armed men in the room with them, one of them still too close to her, almost breathing her same air, and Sara supposed that it has been him the one that had pushed her against the wall.

“-Who are you?”

Paul was fast thinking and he always used to work fine under pressure, but this time he felt something more than the familiar taste of the adrenaline in his mouth… something more like fear, because he knew that if Sara didnt fallow his game fast, the things would put really bad for all of them, specially for her.

He wasnt blind, Paul has seen very well the look in that man eyes while he was pressing Saras body against the wall, and just with one look in Michael direction Paul understood that he had seen it too.
Paul repeated his question to Sara, and his voice sounded more nervous this time:

-“Who are you?”

Kellerman’s question and tone made Sara understood finally what was going on, so she looked again slyly to Michael before to answer him:

-“I have… I just have confused the room.”

Her voice sounded tense but still calm, Kellerman half smiled, looking straight at her with that dark and hot look that he used to had in a very few times, and opened the rooms door slowly for her before to speak low:

-“It is your lucky day. Go.”

Sara looked at him during a very few moments, trying to know where the real Paul Kellerman starts, then she looked fast and disguisedly to Michael and Sara saw a relief look in his eyes.

Michael wanted her to leave.

Sara walked a few steps to the half open door, but then she felt a tight grip around her arm and when she heard the suffocated and dark “No” of that unknown man close to her, Sara understood that it wasn’t going to be that easy for them to leave that room.

To be continued…

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