Sona
Title:Sona
Author: pemphredouk
Pairing/Characters:OC and mentions of Michael, T Bag, Bellick and Mahone
Rating:G
Summary:The aftermath of the arrests in Panama, written for the challenge 'Five minutes after the end of S222 Sona
Spoilers:up to S222
The French doors had been left open; security was after all not an issue in the Consul compound. The ceiling fan spun lazily emitting a slight whine that had started to irritate the occupant of the room in the dozy moments before sleep. Yet the room was still unbearably hot, and Ted Buchanan tossed fitfully in his bed threatening to lose the single sheet creased and bunched over his body.
Somewhere a phone started ringing, a cell phone and it grew louder and more insistent until eventually the incessant tone forced Ted’s eyes open. He reached over to the nightstand and in an impressive move for a man not fully awake, picked it up and flicked it open.
“Yes?” He rubbed his fingers slowly into the side of his face as he answered.
“Sir, sorry for waking you but...”
“So why do it?” he replied harshly as he recognised the voice of the young duty officer. What was his name?
His silent question was answered immediately.” It’s Harrison Sir, and I thought should let you know we’ve received an email from the Police HQ, Sir.”
Ted sighed, why were these young officials always so keen? Twenty years of experience in various crappy consul posts around the world had given him the knowledge that no event apart from an invasion, and that had happened only once and damn if Guam hadn’t been even hotter than here, required him to react in the middle of the night.
Harrison realising the silence was not good continued bravely.
“They’ve arrested four of our people Sir.”
“Harrison barely a weekend goes by without them arresting one of our guys who can’t hold his beer. Why in hell does this warrant waking me?”
“Sir, it’s four this time and they seem to be kind of connected?”
“Connected? Damn is the fleet in? If they’re marines just let the MP’s deal with it!” He was now sitting up and rubbing his head. He’d never get to sleep again quickly in this heat and all for some drunken sailors by the sounds of it.
“No Sir, it’s not the fleet, they’re not due until next week.”
Harrison’s silence lasted just a few seconds but it was enough to irk Ted. “Am I supposed to guess then Harrison? You woke me to play twenty questions?”
“No sir, sorry sir, I was just checking the names on the email again.”
“So who are they?”
“A Theodore Bagwell”
“Charge?” snapped Ted, his patience almost gone.
“Murder.”
Ted raised his eyebrows, “The name seems familiar?”
“Yes Sir, He’s one of the Fox River eight escapees, he was arrested early today.”
“Well we were warned, we know fugitives sometimes head down this way. Murdered who?”
“A woman, no name but probably a …err one of those..”
Ted couldn’t help but smile, god these trainees pussyfooting around.
“She was a prostitute?”
“Yes sir”
He shrugged, it was a risky occupation and Bagwell was a nasty piece of work if the news stories were right.
“You said there were four?”
“Brad Bellick.”
“Charge?”
“Murder again. In fact they may both have been charged for the same murder, it’s a little difficult to work out yet.”
“Never heard of him.” Responded Ted beginning to think this was yet another over reaction by junior staff.
“Well that’s the thing Sir, he’s an ex-Correctional Officer from..”
“Fox River?” Ted prompted.
“Yes Fox River, but he was sacked after the escape. I contacted Washington and they filled me in.”
“OK so we have a fugitive and a revenging CO, I still don’t see why..?”
“Sir the third American is Alexander Mahone.”
Ted frowned, the name resonated with him but he couldn’t think why..
“And he is…?”
“He’s FBI“ answered Harrison with confusion tinting his voice.
“He was working down here?” Ted exploded with anger. “God damnit! Why do Washington never fill us in, I should be told when these guys work this far south. Wait, is he the guy leading the hunt for the Fox River convicts?”
“Yes sir but the Feds have said he wasn’t there on orders, he’d been told to stop at the border on the Fox River case.”
“So he was arrested for operating on Panamanian soil? Carrying too many firearms? What?” Ted was angry now, another mess he would have to sort out because Feds kept going rogue.
“Drug dealing.” Harrison replied.
“What??” Ted was now rubbing his head in exasperation.
“He had a boat that had over $100000 of cocaine on it. Trying to sail to Colombia apparently.”
Ted was now thoroughly confused
“Isn’t that the wrong way? Like selling ice to the Eskimos?”
“Yes Sir it does seem a bit strange. But still a connection to the other two…”
“Hmmm.” Ted murmured. “And the last one?”
“Michael Scofield” Harrison announced this name as if completing the final piece of a jigsaw.
Ted was nodding now. “The mastermind behind the escape. The engineer right, who got jailed to get his brother on Death Row out?”
“Lincoln Burrows, and yes Sir, that Michael Scofield.”
“His charge?”
“Shot and killed an unidentified Asian guy up one of the creeks.” That’s all we have at the moment.”
“This doesn’t make sense, why would he flee down here and then do something that would get him caught like that?”
“I don’t know Sir; the police seem to have very few details. It just seems strange that all four were arrested today on apparently unconnected charges yet all have links to the Fox River escape.” Harrison hesitated for a moment.
“But that’s not the main reason I’m calling Sir.”
“There’s more?”
“Bagwell’s being held in the cells at the police HQ, but the others well…. this is what’s so weird.”
“Harrison just tell me.” Ted was now tired of playing the guessing game.
“The others are in Sona, Sir.”
“Sona! Are you sure?” Ted stood up off the bed and started pacing the room. “Trials, any trial date, why the hell are they in there?”
“From what I can gather there doesn’t seem to be any plans for trials, Sir.”
Ted was shaking his head, but Harrison hadn’t finished.
“And Sir want to know the really strange thing about this?”
“Go on”
“Well the email, it was sent to two addresses, ours and that small research centre, the one supposedly doing post grad research on habitats. The one funded by some conglomerate of educational establishments back in the states?”
“Yeah I know the one, didn’t we look into that last year, a suggestion of illegalities, drugs related?”
“Yes Sir, I’ve pulled the files, it was cleared up, Washington did some digging and said it had links with pukka research centres back in the states and told us to forget it.”
“OK Harrison, I’m on way down. Have you seen Sona?”
“No Sir, but I’ve read the files of course.”
Ted smiled, of course he had read the files. They were always some of the first to be passed onto the new arrivals at the Consulate. Five thick files of it’s history as a dumping ground for political prisoners, as a place of inhuman torture, of its reputation for disappearing prisoners. Five files packed with unbelievable horrors that the other consulate staff got some perverse pleasure from sharing with the new arrivals. Somebody had once even thrown up after seeing some of the photographs.
“Well reading the files isn’t going to prepare you for this. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
He closed the phone and breathed in deeply. The fan suddenly faltered slightly then the blades started slowing, finally coming to a halt. Ted sighed and padded over to his closet. It was going to be a long night.
Author: pemphredouk
Pairing/Characters:OC and mentions of Michael, T Bag, Bellick and Mahone
Rating:G
Summary:The aftermath of the arrests in Panama, written for the challenge 'Five minutes after the end of S222 Sona
Spoilers:up to S222
The French doors had been left open; security was after all not an issue in the Consul compound. The ceiling fan spun lazily emitting a slight whine that had started to irritate the occupant of the room in the dozy moments before sleep. Yet the room was still unbearably hot, and Ted Buchanan tossed fitfully in his bed threatening to lose the single sheet creased and bunched over his body.
Somewhere a phone started ringing, a cell phone and it grew louder and more insistent until eventually the incessant tone forced Ted’s eyes open. He reached over to the nightstand and in an impressive move for a man not fully awake, picked it up and flicked it open.
“Yes?” He rubbed his fingers slowly into the side of his face as he answered.
“Sir, sorry for waking you but...”
“So why do it?” he replied harshly as he recognised the voice of the young duty officer. What was his name?
His silent question was answered immediately.” It’s Harrison Sir, and I thought should let you know we’ve received an email from the Police HQ, Sir.”
Ted sighed, why were these young officials always so keen? Twenty years of experience in various crappy consul posts around the world had given him the knowledge that no event apart from an invasion, and that had happened only once and damn if Guam hadn’t been even hotter than here, required him to react in the middle of the night.
Harrison realising the silence was not good continued bravely.
“They’ve arrested four of our people Sir.”
“Harrison barely a weekend goes by without them arresting one of our guys who can’t hold his beer. Why in hell does this warrant waking me?”
“Sir, it’s four this time and they seem to be kind of connected?”
“Connected? Damn is the fleet in? If they’re marines just let the MP’s deal with it!” He was now sitting up and rubbing his head. He’d never get to sleep again quickly in this heat and all for some drunken sailors by the sounds of it.
“No Sir, it’s not the fleet, they’re not due until next week.”
Harrison’s silence lasted just a few seconds but it was enough to irk Ted. “Am I supposed to guess then Harrison? You woke me to play twenty questions?”
“No sir, sorry sir, I was just checking the names on the email again.”
“So who are they?”
“A Theodore Bagwell”
“Charge?” snapped Ted, his patience almost gone.
“Murder.”
Ted raised his eyebrows, “The name seems familiar?”
“Yes Sir, He’s one of the Fox River eight escapees, he was arrested early today.”
“Well we were warned, we know fugitives sometimes head down this way. Murdered who?”
“A woman, no name but probably a …err one of those..”
Ted couldn’t help but smile, god these trainees pussyfooting around.
“She was a prostitute?”
“Yes sir”
He shrugged, it was a risky occupation and Bagwell was a nasty piece of work if the news stories were right.
“You said there were four?”
“Brad Bellick.”
“Charge?”
“Murder again. In fact they may both have been charged for the same murder, it’s a little difficult to work out yet.”
“Never heard of him.” Responded Ted beginning to think this was yet another over reaction by junior staff.
“Well that’s the thing Sir, he’s an ex-Correctional Officer from..”
“Fox River?” Ted prompted.
“Yes Fox River, but he was sacked after the escape. I contacted Washington and they filled me in.”
“OK so we have a fugitive and a revenging CO, I still don’t see why..?”
“Sir the third American is Alexander Mahone.”
Ted frowned, the name resonated with him but he couldn’t think why..
“And he is…?”
“He’s FBI“ answered Harrison with confusion tinting his voice.
“He was working down here?” Ted exploded with anger. “God damnit! Why do Washington never fill us in, I should be told when these guys work this far south. Wait, is he the guy leading the hunt for the Fox River convicts?”
“Yes sir but the Feds have said he wasn’t there on orders, he’d been told to stop at the border on the Fox River case.”
“So he was arrested for operating on Panamanian soil? Carrying too many firearms? What?” Ted was angry now, another mess he would have to sort out because Feds kept going rogue.
“Drug dealing.” Harrison replied.
“What??” Ted was now rubbing his head in exasperation.
“He had a boat that had over $100000 of cocaine on it. Trying to sail to Colombia apparently.”
Ted was now thoroughly confused
“Isn’t that the wrong way? Like selling ice to the Eskimos?”
“Yes Sir it does seem a bit strange. But still a connection to the other two…”
“Hmmm.” Ted murmured. “And the last one?”
“Michael Scofield” Harrison announced this name as if completing the final piece of a jigsaw.
Ted was nodding now. “The mastermind behind the escape. The engineer right, who got jailed to get his brother on Death Row out?”
“Lincoln Burrows, and yes Sir, that Michael Scofield.”
“His charge?”
“Shot and killed an unidentified Asian guy up one of the creeks.” That’s all we have at the moment.”
“This doesn’t make sense, why would he flee down here and then do something that would get him caught like that?”
“I don’t know Sir; the police seem to have very few details. It just seems strange that all four were arrested today on apparently unconnected charges yet all have links to the Fox River escape.” Harrison hesitated for a moment.
“But that’s not the main reason I’m calling Sir.”
“There’s more?”
“Bagwell’s being held in the cells at the police HQ, but the others well…. this is what’s so weird.”
“Harrison just tell me.” Ted was now tired of playing the guessing game.
“The others are in Sona, Sir.”
“Sona! Are you sure?” Ted stood up off the bed and started pacing the room. “Trials, any trial date, why the hell are they in there?”
“From what I can gather there doesn’t seem to be any plans for trials, Sir.”
Ted was shaking his head, but Harrison hadn’t finished.
“And Sir want to know the really strange thing about this?”
“Go on”
“Well the email, it was sent to two addresses, ours and that small research centre, the one supposedly doing post grad research on habitats. The one funded by some conglomerate of educational establishments back in the states?”
“Yeah I know the one, didn’t we look into that last year, a suggestion of illegalities, drugs related?”
“Yes Sir, I’ve pulled the files, it was cleared up, Washington did some digging and said it had links with pukka research centres back in the states and told us to forget it.”
“OK Harrison, I’m on way down. Have you seen Sona?”
“No Sir, but I’ve read the files of course.”
Ted smiled, of course he had read the files. They were always some of the first to be passed onto the new arrivals at the Consulate. Five thick files of it’s history as a dumping ground for political prisoners, as a place of inhuman torture, of its reputation for disappearing prisoners. Five files packed with unbelievable horrors that the other consulate staff got some perverse pleasure from sharing with the new arrivals. Somebody had once even thrown up after seeing some of the photographs.
“Well reading the files isn’t going to prepare you for this. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
He closed the phone and breathed in deeply. The fan suddenly faltered slightly then the blades started slowing, finally coming to a halt. Ted sighed and padded over to his closet. It was going to be a long night.