Princess~Micheal Scofield (Prison break)

chapter 17

"Hey, Sucre, I got a question about you and the rest of the Mexicans." T-bag said kneeling down to where Sucre was in the hole.

"I don't think i'll be able to help, seeing as i'm Puerto Rican." Sucre said giving him a look.

"Geographical semantics, amigo. I'm speaking about the general Latino population. How is it that a people so historically lazy ended up being such a big part of the nation's workforce?" Izzy's eyes brows frowned at the man's words, she glanced at Lincoln who had the same look.

"The way I see things, it's everyone elset that's lazy. Otherwise, there wouldn't be any jobs for the immigrants. The ones sitting at home collecting unemployment, the lazy ones, that's not us." Sucre said, Izzy nodded agreeing with him.

"You gonna let him talk about your people like that?" T-bag stood up asking C-note.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Deliverance. You know what? We may be a team in here. But just so that you know, the minute we get over that wall, it's every man for himself. Or sooner." C-note said in his face. The room was akwardly silent for a few moments before Izzy turned to the man next to her.

"What are you gonna do? When we get out?" Izzy asked C-note.

"I'm gonna find my family, and get as far from this place as possible." He said with a small smile.

"You have a kid?"

"Yeah a little girl, Deedee." He smiled talking about his daughter.

"I think that's a great plan." She said giving him a smile.

"Do you? Have kids?" He asked.

"Yeah, I have a son, Bow."

"Your young, i'm surprised."

"Had him young." She shrugged filling the walls with concrete.

"How young?" T-bag looked at her. "None of your business."

"Aw, sweetheart. How young." T-bag walked closer to her.

"None of your damn business." She shoved him back, hard.

"Leave her alone." Lincoln said, stepping Infront of her, C-note following close behind.

"I just wanna know, when she had her presuse son." Izzy jumped at the same again being held back by C-note and Lincoln held her back not letting her go after T-bag.

"If he looks anything like her, Mhm." He made a moaning noise causing all three of them to jump at T-bag. Abruzzi stepping in front of them.

"Hey, hey, hey. You can kill him once we are out of here." Abruzzi said, Izzy's jaw was clenched.

"Your a pedo, T-bag. Trust me, as soon as were outside of those walls, you dead. You hear me? Dead." T-bag chuckled before walking away.

"I could kill him, right now. I don't care anymore." Izzy fumed as she tried to go after him, Lincoln spun her around.

"Panama, with your son with Micheal. Remeber, we've got bigger plans then some asshole who deserves to stay in here." Lincoln said holding the girls shoulders.

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"You coming back to PI today? It's getting kind of testu inn there, you know?" Sucre said looking back at Izzy and Micheal. Izzy had her head on Micheal's pillow and her legs tossed over his lap.

"T-bag says one more thing about my kid, he's dead."

"What'd he say about Bow?" Micheal asked looking down at Izzy.

"He said something about her son, being the pedo he is, he's being racist and shit. We're all about to kill him." Sucre said remembering how Izzy, Lincoln, and C-note were gonna get him if Abruzzi didn't step in the way.

"I'll be back today. I just needed to find something out." Micheal said making Izzy sit up on her elbows to look at what he had in his hand.

"What the hell is that?" Sucre asked what Izzy was about to.

"Listen."

"Am we suppost to be hearing something?" Izzy asked getting shushed in return.

"Just hold on." And they held one for what felt like an hour. Izzy's head hung off the bed for a little bit of the time, then she put her head on Micheal's thigh staring at the top of the bunk. A few clanking noises were heard then he shut it off.

"There."

"What? We sat here for 20 minutes waiting to hear that?" Sucre asked jumping down off the top bunk.

"18 minutes, actually."

"Felt like 18 hours." Izzy muttered.

"What was it?" Sucre asked.

"Keys. The guards keys. Eighteen minutes is how long we have between each time the guards pass beneath the infirmary windows on their rounds at night. Cons aren't allowed outside after-hours. Only way I could find out the timing." Izzy opened her eyes smiling at the boy.

"What does that mean?" Sucre asked looking at either one of them.

"It means four days from now, on the night of the escape, we'll have 18 minutes to get the bars off the infirmary windows and then for all eight of us to get across the wire and over the wall." Micheal said brushing his hands through Izzy's hair.

"Is that doable?" Sucre asked.

"Of course." He lied, only Izzy caught it.

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"You ok?" Izzy whispered walking over to Micheal, who looked very concerned.

"Nothing." He shook his head.

"Don't do that, what's wrong?"

"I hit it! I hit it!" Sucre yelled hitting the pipe.

"The pipe!" C-note said looking down into the thing.

"Come on, Micheal. Don't shut me out what's wrong?" Izzy asked as Lincoln came up behind them.

"What's wrong?" Lincoln asked standing next to Izzy.

"Want the good news or the bad news?"

"The bad."

"The good." Izzy and Lincoln said at the same time then looked at each other, staring hard, Izzy blinked losing, she groaned turning back to Micheal.

"Good."

"Westmoreland and his money are in." Micheal said making Izzy smile.

"What's the bad?" Izzy asked.

"I've done the math. I figure it'll take at least 5 minutes for us to get the bars off the windows in the infirmary and two minutes for each of us to get across the wire and over the wall."

"So?"

"We've only got 18 minutes." Izzy muttered looking down at her feet.

"We've got too many people. And one of them has to go."