The doors to the storage room opened and two individuals - one a male CO who kicked them out in the first place and a woman walked out, adjusting her skirt.
- the sneaky son of a bitch, - Lincoln muttered.
- you think he found the hole? - Sucre muttered.
- not the one you're thinking about - i responded chuckling. We walked back into the storage and Michael went straight to the hole and crouched down before shaking his head. - another inch and he'd have found it. We need to find something to cover this hole A.S.A.P. - everyone agreed in that moment.
- Michael... I overheard you talking to Lincoln yesterday, - I started, fingers pausing as i smoothed the cream over my arms. - you seemed...off. There was bad news, wasn't there. - He sighed, running a hand through his buzzed hair as he pushed away from the wall and came to stand behind me. I turned to face him, eyes searching his for answers. I could tell something was weighing on him, something big. Michael hesitated, his gaze shifting away for a moment before he spoke.
- yeah, - he admitted, his voice low. - according to my calculations I've made... we're one person too many for the escape. - his brows furrowed when he said it, the weight of the problem settling between us. - We need to drop a person. We only have twenty minutes to get the window open and crawl across.
- who are you thinking? - I asked, voice barely above a whisper, my mind racing with possibilities. Before I could spiral into worry, Michael stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His hands slid slowly up my sides, gentle but firm, his touch instantly grounding. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
- don't worry about it, - he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. - I'll figure it out. - my body relaxed under his touch, I leaned back against him, letting the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing calm my racing thoughts.
Michael smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, his arms tightening around me, as if to protect from all the chaos - I won't let anything happen to you. Not now, not never.
- apparently, college boy here did the math. Figured out that we got too many clowns in the car. So, one of us is in here digging, but their seat ain't guaranteed, - C-Note said. I stood in the corner watching this over as I glanced at Michael who looked incredibly stressed.
- how's this your problem, man? - Lincoln spoke up, walking over.
- he doesn't know what he's talking about, - Michael spoke up, hands in pockets, while looking over the crowd.
- I'm not gonna dig if I'm not gonna go, - Sucre stated, throwing down a tool.
- we need to make a decision on who gets cut,- Lincoln spoke out.
- well, I think we can all agree who that should be, right? - Abruzzi said referencing T-Bag.
- I agree, - I whispered, pushing off the wall and standing beside Michael. Just then the door opened and T-Bag came in. Everyone glanced over at him.
- Pardon me for interrupting,- T-Bag said, hands up as he entered into the storage room. - but, what's that smell? - He sniffed the air then smirked. - It smells a little like conspiracy.
Michael took his hat off and stated, - we need to get back to work.
- yeah, before you do, I have an announcement to make. I've been growing leery the way you all talk, - T-Bag said with his hands on his hips. - like I'm a lesser man. So, I bought a insurance policy, - I called up my guy on the outside and told him about our plan. And I told him in all likelihood I'll be seeing him next week. But, if he don't hear from me five minutes before the escape and twenty minutes after, I told him to call up the Warden, blow the whistle on the whole thing. So, if you all got ideas about getting rid of me, I suggest you make other plans, - he stated.
Michael looked at me and I gave him a look of fear. When we left the storage room, Michael and me walked together up the yard.
