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Snart and Scofield to the Company Came - Chapter 6: License Plate Game

Chapter 1: A Case of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 2: STAR Labs

Chapter 3: What is Leonard Snart?

Chapter 4: Safety in Central City

Chapter 5: Meetings and Decisions

Chapter 6: Licence Plate Game

Fandom: The Flash, Prison Break, Arrow (sort of) Rating: Mature Warnings: Prison Break typical level of violence, (sort of major) character death, Torture, Surgery, Cancer, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse,

Notes: Spoilers through season 4 of Prison Break, The events of the Flash happen ten years earlier: Len Mick and Lisa are ten years younger but everyone else is canon age, Len is 33, Michael is 28/29 when the fic starts, Linc is 32/33, Mick is 35. Snart Family Feels, Scofield and Burrows Family Feels,

Relationships: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Leonard Snart & Lisa Snart, Lincoln Burrows & Michael Scofield, Michael Scofield/Sara Tancredi, Maricruz Delgado/Fernando Sucre, Michael Scofield & Leonard Snart, Michael Scofield & Christina Scofield, Leonard Snart & Christina Scofield, Mick Rory & Lincoln Burrows,

Characters: Leonard Snart, Michael Scofield, Mick Rory, Lincoln Burrows, Lisa Snart, Cisco Ramon, Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow, Sara Tancredi, Fernando Sucre, LJ Burrows, Joe West, Iris West, Maricruz Delgado, Felicity Smoak, Alex Mahone, Paul Kellerman, Bill Kim, Christina Scofield, General Krantz, Aldo Burrows, Theodore “T-Bag” Bagwell, Wally West, Lewis Snart, Brad Bellick, Oliver Queen, Alex Walker,

Summary: When Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows swing by Central City to get a potential plan B for getting to Panama (in case they need it), they are mistaken for Leonard Snart and Mick Rory. Leonard Snart, who is laying low (not in Central City) is mistaken for Scofield. Once their identities are straightened out, Len, Mick and Lisa and the Flash team decide they are going to help the brothers (and Sucre, Sara Tancredi, and LJ) find out why the Company wants them, and the Rogues call in a few favors.

Michael and Linc walked in with their gear later that day when Lisa said the appointed meet up to get ready was. Lisa had changed clothes into something with some similarity to a trucker uniform, not much on closer inspection, but enough to pass first glance. Lisa gave them a once over, even going so far as to tip Michael’s face from one side to the other. Len came in to observe from his vantage point against the door.

Then Lisa sighed and turned to raise an eyebrow at Len, as did Michael and Linc. They also raised their eyebrows, but in a different way than Lisa. Len no longer looked like Michael, or at least that wasn’t the first thing anyone would notice about him. Goggles across his eyes, a thin blue jacket buttoned up to his throat and skinny utility pants that didn’t leave much to the imagination were not something Michael could ever see himself wearing, and the attire showed off both his posture and level of comfort in his own skin. Altogether, it gave off the impression of watching a tiger move – a very dangerous, very calculating, very, well, cold tiger. Michael couldn’t help but smile at how much the man supervillain nickname suited him.

“Sis,” he said, his drawl was thicker than usual too, “I’ll need to borrow your bike. Mine’s unfortunately not available right now.”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “Just don’t get it impounded like you did yours.”

Len grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Lisa shrugged. “That’s what you say.” She gestured at Linc and Michael. “So what do you think?”

Len studied them, inclining his head. Linc felt a moment of déjà vu that he was being looked over by their mother again before Christmas dinner right before she did the tsk tsk noise of disappointment. The thought made the hair on his arm stand up. It was only for a second though, before Len shrugged. “They can’t get out together, that’s for sure. Here, let’s get spare trucker uniforms. Brown, I think. That should help a little.”

“Brown.” Lisa nodded. “Shorts?”

“No shorts,” Michael said. “Will it work to disguise us?”

“No one ever looks at delivery people’s faces. I should know. It’s how we pull half our jobs. I even delivered something to the CCPD after a job, to find out what they knew. Me and Mick’s pictures spread across their desks and they signed for the packages and everything.”

“I feel that I should probably note that down somewhere for Barry to pass on to the CCPD,” Cisco shouted from his computer.

“Mmm. But not till after we’ve cleared their names, right, Cisco?” Len said. “That’d hardly be good for their cover.”

Cisco met his eyes. “Let’s just agree to work together until their names are cleared, yeah?”

Len turned back to Linc and Michael then took out his phone. “Mick, bring over the UPS uniforms. The ones with pants.” He paused and then smirked at whatever Mick was saying in response. “Yeah. And the 4 C’s shirts.” He hung up and said, “He should be here shortly.”

Michael asked, “Why brown?”

Len inclined his head and moved the goggles up onto his forehead. “Because if it was an Illinois state penitentiary, they probably had you wearing blue. Brown brings out different undertones than blue does, which acts like make up to disguise identities.”

Michael nodded, taking in the new information.

Linc frowned. “So you’re gonna be following us? That a good idea? You’re wearing blue.”

Michael responded for Len. “I don’t think anyone will mistake him for me wearing that.”

Linc narrowed his eyes. “Guess not. But do you think there’s gonna be someone following?”

Len nodded. “I’m certain of it.”

Linc turned to Michael. “Same people who framed me and kept chasing away witnesses.”

Len added, “And Kellerman and Mahone, though they’ll be more open about it.”

Cisco nodded. “I’m setting up a way that we can potentially track them and know what they’re doing, but we might have to slip something on to them to.”

Len gestured out with his hand. “If you give it to me, I’ll slip it onto whichever of them is trailing them.”

Cisco tipped his head. “Wouldn’t that blow your cover?”

“How sweet, Cisco. I didn’t know you cared.”

“Yeah. You know I don’t, Cold,” Cisco responded.

Len smirked. “I’ll deal with my cover.”

Lisa turned to survey her brother, frowning at him and turning back to Cisco. “Cisco, how far do those communicators works?”

Cisco nodded. “Actually, I’ve tweaked them so they’ll work across distances. If you want, I have an emergency one for each of you, just in case you get into trouble. These babies are tuned into a B Network, and it’s one way, so you won’t get radio from Flash operations, but we’ll still know if you get into any trouble. Bear can be there asap and hopefully get you away from them.” He walked around the desk to hand them out. They put them in. “Test 1 2. Test test,” he said into one of them, his voice coming out of the speakers on his computer.

Cisco had them each check voice as well. Each of them worked.

Mick walked in wearing his goggles and fire gear. Cisco walked over to him, glared at him, grabbed his head and deposited a communicator into it. “What’s this, kid?”

Len informed him. “It’s a communicator. But Mick, I’d like you to stay here.”

Mick frowned. “That an order, Snart?”

Len gazed at him. “Do I have to make it one?”

Mick glanced at Linc. “No. I don’t want to be on death row. You want me to do anything?”

Len smirked. “Be in Central. Just in case anything should go wrong.”

Mick glanced at Linc and Michael then back at Len. “What if they shoot you?”

Len tapped the communicator. “You’ll know and can get my exact location out of Cisco here.”

“Huh,” Mick said and put his in. “You trust him with your location. Is this something we need to talk about?”

“Only on this job. Cisco, I’ll lose this first chance I get so you can’t track me.”

“Cold gun, Captain Cold.”

“What if I ain’t using the cold gun?” Len turned to survey Cisco.

Cisco shrugged. “I’ll still find a way. You know I will.” Len grinned back at him.

Michael approached the computer. “You have a system that can track down his cold gun?”

Cisco pointed in Michael’s direction. “Hands off. You only get to see it if you stay on as a member of the team.”

“Does that include Mick if he helps the Flash track down metas?” Len smirked at Cisco.

Cisco checked Mick’s expression. “You agree to play nice with the cops? Somehow it doesn’t sound like you, Heatwave.”

“Don’t know. You could see how mad it makes the cops,” Len suggested.

Mick laughed. “Fine. But only as your point person. Tattoo, Prez, here’s your UPS uniforms.” Cisco hung his head trying not to laugh at Michael’s expression at the nicknames.

Len inclined his head and took them, handing one to Linc and one to Michael. “These can go on over your undershirts, but I’d recommend changing into them.”

They went, and when they came back, they were wearing them. Mick studied Linc. “You typically wear things unbuttoned to mid-chest?”

“Yeah, I like it better, but not in prison, I didn’t.”

Mick nodded. “Good. Though give it an extra button so it hangs right on you.” Linc did.

Len was studying Michael. “How do I look?” Michael responded to Len’s intent stare.

“Lisa?” Len asked.

Lisa looked at him as well. “It’ll do. Although, Michael, you do need to calm down and act normal. With the way I imagine you and your brother have been acting, you’re probably getting every single cop to Fox River double checking you to see if they’ve seen your faces before.”

Michael blinked.

“Even if you don’t though, I’m planning on having you change back halfway there when I change license plates, and then changed back into these uniforms when we’re nearly there.”

“The old license plate trick?” Len said.

“Complete with two other license plates.”

Len inclined his head, a gesture that they both knew meant he should have known she had transportation under control and was butting out. “Good.”

“Let’s set out then. Lenny, I’ll take you as far as my apartment. Keys are where they always are.”

Len pursed his lips. “Fifteen minute head start should do it?”

Lisa inclined her head, mirroring Len’s earlier gesture. Linc nodded. “That’s how close they were following when Dad tried to bust me out.”

“Fifteen it is then.”

“Alright, then we’ll be out of your hair, Cisco,” Linc said.

Cisco shook his head. “Ear piece, remember? You need anything, just tap your ear and speak into it. I’ve gotten the calibration up so it can even pick up a whisper, and it can pick up your location.”

Michael blinked and nodded. “Thank you for your help, with everything.” He indicated a cooler.

“Yeah, good luck with everything.” Cisco shook his head at him.

“Snarts, keep me updated as to what’s going on,” Mick said.

“Will do, Mick,” Len inclined his head. “Burners.”

Outside, the four of them climbed into Lisa’s truck and drove away.

Mick walked back in with Cisco. “Got anywhere I can test my gun?” Mick asked Cisco as soon as they were inside.

Cisco turned to side-eye him. “Why does it need testing?”

“Because I want to. Any other stupid questions, kid?”

Cisco gazed at him. “There’s a section of the Pipeline that we use to test Barry’s speed. I’ll show you. Don’t make me regret it, Heatwave. If I hear you’ve kidnapped anyone, I can put sleeping gas into the pipeline and you’ll wake up in a seven by seven cell. And if kidnap Caitlin or me again, you don’t want to know what’ll happen.

Mick laughed. “I don’t promise nothing. However, I’m willing to say truce until this job is done. You’re good at threats, kid.”

When Cisco got back from showing Mick to the Pipeline testing ground, Caitlin was back in the room. “Cisco, I drew a vial of each of their blood. It’s currently in the freezer. I was thinking just in case there is a meta who was causing the similarities.”

Cisco turned to her. “You know what I think? Snart and Scofield are likely related.” He pulled a lollypop out of his desk and offered one to Caitlin, who shook her head.

“I don’t see how they could be.”

“I don’t know. Maybe Snart’s dad?” Cisco said.

Caitlin winced. “Do you think either of them would like to know that, given what Detective West told us about Snart’s father?”

Cisco shook his head in agreement.

“I also cleaned an injury Lincoln sustained in trying to rescue his son.”

Cisco frowned. “He didn’t say he was injured.”

Caitlin shook her head. “It’s hard getting any of them to admit they need medical care. Snart tried to get up and leave less than an hour after he’d started drowning.”

Cisco rolled his eyes then moved closer to her to whisper. “Heatwave’s still here, by the way. He’s agreed to be their point person.”

Caitlin tensed and frowned. “As long as he’s agreed not to kidnap anybody while he’s here.”

“He has.” Cisco nodded. “Just wanted you to know. If you aren’t okay with it, I’ll tell him to go find somewhere else to be point.”

“Thank you. Though I think with everything we went through in the past year, his kidnapping both of us is not the thing that’s going to wake me up at night.” Caitlin wrinkled her nose.

Cisco sighed. “I know, right? I try not to think about Dr. Wells.”

Caitlin nodded. “Out of curiosity, what is our resident arsonist doing now?”

“Testing his heat gun in the pipeline. I have him on visuals. Which by the way, Scofield was able to recommend new places to put them where they’d be all but invisible and still able to capture everything.”

Caitlin shook her head. “He’s interesting, isn’t he?”

“Interesting is one word for him,” Cisco agreed.

Caitlin spun around at the note in his voice. “Do you think he’s lying about his brother not having done it?”

Cisco shook his head. “I think he believes it and I think Burrows definitely believes it.” A grin broke out on Cisco’s face. “Heatwave gave them nicknames, and they’re actually pretty good.”

Caitlin sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

Cisco nodded. “Tattoo for Scofield. Prez for Burrows.”

Caitlin gaped. “He didn’t!”

“Burrows apparently likes it.”

Caitlin shook her head, glanced at Cisco, and began chuckling. “I think I will take you up on that lollypop.”

The three of them had swung by a bodega to grab snacks before the ride. Lisa insisted on doing it at a given place, and insisted they respond to her as if they were Len and Mick. They went in, got a nod from the kid behind the register, selected their snacks, and paid for them. The kid all but hummed with glee.

“What your problem?” Linc asked.

Kid held up his hands, flashing Lisa and Len a terrified look. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean nothing by it. It’s just business goes up when you pull a job and I just want to say good luck,” the kid stammered out.

“Thanks, kid,” said Linc.

“Come on, Mick,” Lisa said. “Don’t wanna miss Lenny’s timeframe.”

Linc stepped back. “See you around, kid.”

Michael decided not to open his mouth and just inclined his head with a smirk, as he had seen Len do.

Once they got outside, Lisa said, “Why are you trying to learn my brother’s mannerisms, out of curiosity?”

“It could be useful,” Michael answered.

“Well, I guess you’re getting better at them. Slowly.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Point taken,” Michael conceded.

“You aren’t to do them without letting me or my brother know,” Lisa said. “If we find out you’ve been mimicking him without our permission in any way he might not want you to, he will find you.”

“Got it.” Michael nodded.

“Okay. If everyone has their snacks, let’s go get on the road.”

They got into the truck, Michael sitting next to her, Linc behind Michael along an area that didn’t quite qualify as a seat but was large enough to put someone if they held their legs up. Linc put his legs on the seat next to him and Lisa climbed in the driver’s seat. “We good to go?” she said and pulled out of the spot and onto the highway.

Two hours and a Meatloaf album later, Lisa pulled into a truck stop just off I-29. “Alright, boys. Get out and stretch your legs. Lenny,” she nodded at Michael, “You come with me.”

Michael nodded, sliding out of the car of the truck. They walked into the rest stop.

Michael saw the flyer with their pictures on it and started to tense up. “Lisa, they’ve got pictures.”

Lisa grabbed his upper arm and dug her nails in. “Don’t you dare get nervous, Lenny. There’s no need to and it’ll just attract attention. Now go get me a coffee. If anyone asks if they know you, you just drawl ‘no, ma’am, just a trucker on the road with my sister.’ Understood?”

He nodded, feeling her finger dig deeper. She let go and walked up to the counter. “Hi there. How are you today?” he heard her say in a deep drawl. “Was wondering if we might use your bathroom? We been on the road a while, my brother and me. Going up to North Dakota to drop off a delivery. And gosh, I can’t wait to get there so I can rest my feet and shower.”

Michael went to go find the coffee machine and get Lisa a coffee.

“You a trucker?”

“Yes, sir. Originally from Nashville, but we’re going to be staying with a friend up there, picking up our next delivery and driving it back.”

“You and your brother both truckers?”

“Yes, sir. Our daddy’s got himself arrested, and Lenny, he been raising me ever.”

“Well, good luck with the rest of the drive. Here’s the keys to the rest room.”

“Thank you kindly,” Lisa said, taking the keys.

She walked them over to Michael. “You got my coffee?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Okay. Here’re the keys. Go do your business. Then get two more coffees however you typically like them. I’ll be outside filling up the truck.”

He nodded at her, went into the bathroom. Outside he could hear her saying, “Gave my brother the keys. Just the coffee and gas for now. Though he may want some other stuff.” There was the sound of a register then of a door opening and closing. He came back out and prepared a cup of coffee for Linc and one for him and came up to the register to pay.

“You’re that nice sweetheart’s brother?” the older man behind the register said.

Michael tipped his head and took a deep breath. “Yes. She’s my younger sister.”

The cashier leaned over to him so that he was all but staring down Michael’s face. The man glared. Michael felt his heart stop, certain he had been identified. The cashier, however, said to him in hushed tones, “What kinda life is it to take your kid sister out on the road with you?”

“She wanted to, and it’s never been my place to stand in her way. Besides, she drives better than me.”

The man kept studying him then pulled back, a frown on his face saying what he thought of that. “Well, you take care of her, you hear?”

“Yes, sir. I always have,” Michael tipped his head again, thinking about how Linc had always kept an eye on him while he was growing up and that was before the money which had gotten them into this mess in the first place.

“She already bought coffee,” the cashier commented when he reached into his pocket for money.

Michael stopped with his hand on his pocket, mind working out how to make it seem like he did not know. “Did she? Shoot. Yes, I must have forgotten. Well, I already poured it. I’ll buy it anyway.”

The cashier laughed. “Eh, just take it. On the house, young man.”

“Thank you, sir,” Michael took both cups of coffee and went back to the truck.

Lisa was standing there with Linc, who was holding the gas. She nodded at Linc and said, “Back in the cab with you, Mick. Still back seat.” She nodded at Michael. “Lenny, you got the gas.”

Linc climbed into the cab. Michael grabbed the gas lever and filled it up the rest of the way. Lisa sipped her coffee, leaned against the door of the cab. “Alright. Into the truck with you.”

Michael nodded and climbed back into the truck. Lisa went to go pay.

“What is this?” Linc said.

Michael said, “When she gets back we’ll ask, but I think it’s working. The man in there didn’t recognize me at all.”

Linc nodded. “You sure?”

Michael nodded.

“Huh,” Linc replied.

Lisa came back out and climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled onto the I-29 again. There were fewer cars on the road, one or two a ways back and a couple motorcycles. “What was the meaning of that back there?” Linc asked.

“It convinced that cashier back there that me and my brother are truckers heading all the way up to North Dakota on I-29 where we will stay with a friend and pick up another delivery and drive it to where it needs to go, which is not Utah. However, keep an eye out for signs saying I-80, which goes all the way to Utah.”

Michael nodded. “So misdirection then?”

Lisa inclined her head. “Also, any mention of siblings will call up trucker siblings, not the two of you. So he won’t report us.”

Linc laughed. “How many times have you had to do this?”

Lisa smirked at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Hey I was involved with criminal stuff before this whole mess with the President’s brother started.”

Lisa gave him a pitying look. “You weren’t a very good criminal then.”

Michael tipped his head.

Linc gestured at him. “And now you’re turning my brother into a criminal.”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “Do you want to get to Utah and then to wherever you’re going or not?”

Michael pointed. “I-80.”

Lisa looked up. “Ahh, okay, off to the right then.”

She took the exit then reached over to a bag she had. “Now, I have a spare change of clothes. I would like both of you to change into them. When we get off next stop, you will be my brother,” she gestured at Linc, “And you will be his friend from college,” she gestured at Michael. “You attended community college in the state of Missouri. I am attending the same college now.”

Linc changed first into a zip-front red over-shirt and jeans. Then he and Michael changed places and Michael changed into a black turtleneck, which among other things made him look a look more like Len. “You look like Snart,” Linc commented.

Michael turned to Lisa, who shrugged. “Well, where do you think I got those clothes?”

Linc looked down at the over-shirt, a red job with four C’s on it. “Mick wears college shirts?”

Lisa shook her head. “No, we got him that for a job.”

Linc nodded and sat back. Lisa pulled off to the right first truck stop she saw. She took out a small bag and backed into a spot facing the woods. “Why are we stopping again?”

“License plate trick. Watch,” Lisa answered, pulled off her trucker uniform and got out of the truck. A couple minutes later she got back into the driver’s seat and handed Michael the bag. “Our old license plate. Store it somewhere out of sight.” Michael nodded and put it under the seat.

Once he had, she pulled back onto the highway. “Now there’s twelve hours on this road, so let me know if either of you have to use the bathroom or anything. Otherwise, we are driving through. You’re welcome to try to get some sleep.”

Linc had to admire her ability to drive straight through, provided someone kept her fueled with coffee. He looked at the cars and trucks following them, wondering which of them was Company and when they would eventually catch them in this cat and mouse game with two mice, an uncertain number of cats, and rats at every turn. He trusted Michael, and Lisa was doing her best, but it was only a matter of time until somebody slipped up, or didn’t believe them, then they were screwed. Plus, Michael should not have even been involved in this in the first place. He had done what he had done to keep Michael out of this life, put him through school, kept his record clean so he could get a job in a top architecture firm or whatever it was Michael did, and then he got himself arrested to get Linc out of trouble. Out of the corner of his eye just then in the rearview mirror when they came to the top of a rolling hill and could see miles back along the highway, he could have sworn he saw a glimpse of a lone motorcycle. He found that helped a lot.

Towards 2am, Linc stopped at a rest stop out somewhere in Wyoming and gave Linc, back on duty after he had slept, a smile. “Can you drive a little?”

“Yeah, not a problem,” he said.

“Great.” She slipped into the passenger seat and he slid into the driver’s seat. “Wake me when we get to Evanston.”

Michael woke up shortly after that and kept Linc company until then. They pulled into a rest stop just outside Evanston just after dawn. All three climbed out bleary eyed and Lisa went in to get coffee with Linc. “I need to use the rest room,” she commented once they got halfway across the store, nodding at the register. His eyes fell across the Fox River Eight poster stapled to the desk.

She walked closer to the register, turning to him as soon as they were in front of it and holding out an accusatory pointer finger. “You get coffee. And if you get the same shit as last time, I will kick your ass from here to Nana’s and she’ll kick it back. You know she will. You know how I like it. You’d better at least: you haven’t been out of the house that long. Just remember: no surprises, no sweet shit. And fix your roomie’s yourself. I don’t know how he likes it.” She turned back to the cashier who was chuckling at Linc’s dismay, but otherwise didn’t look up from whatever he was so fascinated with. “My brother here will get three coffees. And he’ll pay for it and the truck at pump five, which his roommate’s out filling up. If he tries to bring up sweet shit in mine, toss it at him.”

The cashier handed over the keys without looking up from the tv. “Here’s keys, first door on your left.”

She walked into the back.

“Where’s the coffee?” Linc asked.

The cashier nodded at a machine.

“You don’t got any sweet shit, do you? I try to give her mocha one time…”

“Nope.”

“Good.”

Linc prepped the coffees and walked up to the register with them and a couple breakfast bars. “Hey.”

“Hey,” said the cashier, still not looking up from his tv.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Eh. You the truck at pump five?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait till your friend is done. I’ll let you know when.” The cashier tapped his tv. Linc stared at him, but the man didn’t look up from whatever program he was watching, so Linc went to browse junk food, allowing him to put an aisle between him and the cashier and poster. The cashier continued, “You hear about the escaped prisoners?”

Linc froze. “Yeah, what about them?”

The cashier shrugged. “They say there’s a bounty on their heads. $100k each and $300k for Burrows.”

“Really? They got any idea where they are?”

The cashier looked up from the tv and grinned at Linc. “Nope.” Linc froze, but there was no recognition on the guy’s face.

Linc shrugged at the cashier, who still had the grin on his face. “Hopefully they find them soon. Although that’s unfortunate for anybody who looks like them.”

The cashier nodded. “Yeah. Tell your friend out there to be careful. You be careful too.”

Linc walked up to the cashier. “You think I’m him?” He tapped the mug shots that were hanging up alongside the register.

The cashier shrugged. “Hey, I’m an ex-offender myself. I’m sure as hell not reporting anybody. Don’t want to go through that again. And I can tell you are too.” Linc started to tense up to run. “But you don’t seem the type to do political assassinations. So nope, don’t think you’re him.”

“Thanks, man.”

The man tapped the screen. “Your friend’s done filling her up.”

“Yeah? How much I owe you?”

“Fifty for the gas. Plus the coffees, fifty three.”

Linc handed over sixty.

The man handed back seven. “Keep safe, you hear?”

Linc nodded. “Will do.”

When they were back in the truck, Lisa driving, Michael sitting passenger seat, she shook her head. “Guy would have pegged you in a second.”

“How do you know?”

“The way he was staring at Michael on the cameras.”

“But you got him not to?” Michael asked.

“That was all Linc. The way you responded to me telling you I’d kick your ass wasn’t in the realm of someone he could see murdering the President’s brother.” Linc and Michael nodded.

“Thanks,” Linc said.

“You learn these things when travelling around with Lenny and Mick.”

A few minutes later, she turned off into another truck stop without a rest stop, and backed in again. “Okay. Change back into the UPS uniforms. Then, Michael, I want you to go change the license plate.”

They did, and she pulled back onto the road, and entered Utah. They passed through Salt Lake City. Then Lisa told Linc to switch places with her. She got into regular clothes with a four C’s t-shirt and had Michael get into a school team shirt. She told Linc to stay in the trucker uniform.

And into Tooele, Utah the truck drove.

#my fic #prison break #the flash #the flash/prison break crossover #snart and scofield to the company came #leonard snart #mick rory #michael scofield #lincoln burrows #lisa snart #cisco ramon #cailtin snow

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