His hand found its way on my lower back as he guided me to the corner where Sucre and Abruzzi were.
- Emma is joining us, - Michael announced.
- a mobster's daughter. What can she bring to the table? - Aburzzi questioned.
I chuckled awkwardly. - I can bring money, and not only that - i announced looking over at Michael. - private plane
Michael nodded. - money, that's good. Where would it be? - i smirked.
- why would I tell you? - i asked sarcastically.
Michael chuckled. - Now, think of this place like it's a map of the US. Our cell over there, that's New York City. The infirmary, our exit, that's California. The pipes beneath our feet that connect the two - Michael started.
- route 66, - Sucre finished.
- route 66, - Michael affirmed, - our ticket out of here.
- I assume we're doing this at night, - Abruzzi said. - we're locked up, Fish. And your boy is in solitary. - Michael glanced over to Lincoln who was in his segregated yard.
- how we just gonna fly out of our cages and right into your cell, right into New York City?
- you're not. You're gonna meet me halfway, in St. Louis. Route 66 runs directly beneath that building. It's the only building sitting on top of those tunnels. All we gotta do is get there, on Pl, and dig ourselves an on-ramp. Shortly after, we hit the infirmary.
Then we'll be outside those walls, - Michael said.
- what's in there? - i spoke, looking at Michael.
- It's an old storage room. I figure John here can pull all the strings he needs, - he expressed.
Abruzzi frowned. - It's not that easy, Fish. That's restricted area. I gotta be able to justify it to the bulls, you know, there's gotta be some actual work to be done in there for me to get in there, you follow?
- then you'd better figure it out. 'Cause if we don't get in that room, we're not getting out of here, - Michael told him.
All of a sudden, T-Bag showed up, strutting over slowly with a taunting look across his face. I glanced at Michael giving him a look but he kept calm. - I'm feeling kind of left out. New
York, California, St. Louis. What are we discussing? - T-Bag said as he sauntered over.
- we're talking baseball, actually, - Michael cleared up.
- huh. Well that's a subject I just happen to know quite a bit about, - T-Bag said.
- what a shame. The conversation's over, - Abruzzi finalised, smirking. They started to disperse and I followed behind them while T-Bag continued to complain.
- I'm coming along on this endeavour whether you like it or not, - T-Bag threatened. - cause I got a hell of a singing voice otherwise.
Yard time was over and they followed the crowd. They lined up and Abruzi turned to look at Michael. - I won't take that piece of crap along. I won't do it.
- me neither - Sucre added. I looked at Michael and leaned in. - I'm not in favour.
- we won't have to. He'll be out of picture soon enough, - Michael said as they walked back in.
- Michael has been asking about you, - the doctor began casually, though there was an undertone to her voice. - he comes in for his insulin shots, but he seems to have taken interest in your well-being.
My brow raised in surprise. A small smile came as I glanced down. - he just cares.
- it's good to have friends. He seems like he cares.
- Michael is like that - I said, my voice softening. - he's watching out for everyone. As I prepared to leave the infirmary, the sound of footsteps caught my attention. I looked back and saw Michael being escorted by a guard to the adjacent room for his insulin shot. He looked tired, his usual sharp gaze softened. When the doctor left the room i entered the room Michael was in, finding him sitting on the edge of the cot, adjusting his sleeve to make it easier for the doctor to administer the shot.
Tattoos on display, i smiled, they were masterpieces. His head turned, his eyes lighting up ever so slightly when he saw me. - Didn't know you were coming in here, - Michael said, his tone surprised. I leaned against the doorframe,
- didn't know you had diabetes, - i uttered surprised.
- I've had it for as long as I remember.
- how's your arm? he asked, his voice low.
I shrugged, - It's healing. Slowly, but surely. - without saying anything else, Michael stood up and moved closer. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.
- you're hard to stay mad at, you know? - i whispered to him.
Michael chuckled softly, his breath brushing against the top of her head. - I don't like giving you reasons to be mad at me.
When they pulled apart, i looked over to see Dr. Tancredi watching us.
