any moment till the day breaks. Who: Roman Scherbatsky, Derek Hunt, and Karen Sharpe. Where: Central Austin & La Quinta What: Jailbreak part 1: an abduction, an explosion, a diversion. When: Morning of January 7
They lay in wait.
Roman had never been a hunting man—the urban jungle of Manhattan and Brooklyn didn’t exactly lend itself to the same sprawling habits elsewhere in the country, with their shotguns and rifles and bright orange vests—but he knew something of patience. They’d scrutinised the sergeant’s route, and concluded that this particular stretch between the hospital and the Capitol was the the latest stomping ground of the Department of Resources, and so they’d mined it to hell and back. Their target was on her way home to the Capitol. She was alone. The car was empty, with no supplies in it. No one expected the dogs to hit an empty car.
But really, all they needed was the driver.
Perched on a fire escape and dressed in faded colours rather than their ostentatious cuts, Scherbatsky and Hunt waited.
“Here it comes,” Rome said to his friend, his voice tight, as the car appeared (right on time) and came rolling down the street. He caught a glimpse of dusty dark-blonde hair, a woman behind the wheel. If they’d done their job right…
For a moment, as the car kept moving, he had the sudden manic terror that it wouldn’t work. That they’d be left with a Trojan horse that they couldn’t use, with no way to get it past the La Quinta gates and up to its walls. What if—
And the wheel rolled and rolled and it crossed the line, and the IED went off.
The ground seemed to burst underneath the agent’s car, dirt and earth and cracked concrete exploding, and making the car lurch off its wheels, spinning helplessly in the air before it rolled onto its side like a toppled turtle. Before it was even done moving, Roman was swinging himself down from the fire escape and hitting the ground at a run, one hand steady on his gun.