I glanced over to him and whispered, - what are you gonna do?
- I don't know, - he responded. - but you're coming.
Michael was in the pipes and I stood in the corner while Sucre stopped the hole. The longer this was taking, the more anxiety i was getting. 'Where the fuck is Michael?' I thought, he had missed Pl because he was looking at finding an escape route.
- I'm through, - C-Note said as he hit the hole with shovel.
- keep it up, - Westmoreland
replied.
- come on Michael, - I muttered to myself, hand in hair as i tugged at the base.
- come on, stomp it, - Sucre said as C-Note followed. The hole fell through and I instantly ran to it, looking down, trying to find Michael, then Lincoln came in telling them that COs were on their way.
I went to lean back against the wall, legging bouncing up and down as I picked my fingers. Where was Michael? I heard his voice as they placed the picture back on the hole, but I chose to stay where I was. We needed a distraction. We needed time. Therefore, Lincoln did something I thought he never would do, he punched a CO and was sent to the SHU. Michael was crouching in the hole and I went over, grabbing his arm and hauling him up. When he was on his feet, my hand wrapped around his neck pulling him into a hug. He rubbing my back as he pulled away.
- we leave tonight, - he announced, Michael met my eyes and he saw the fear in them. The fear of telling him. - what? - then his eyes went over the team. - Where's my brother? - he asked.
- Michael, - tried, but Westmoreland bet her to it. - Michael, we got a big problem. Linc needed to distract and he uh punched a guard, - I said.
Not long after the team was outside and saw a gurney with Abruzzi on it. Blood was streaming down his body. They ran to the fence to see what was happening and instantly, I covered her mouth with my hand. - oh my God, - I whispered.
- and then there were seven, - T-Bag taunted.
- far as I know, there's six, - C-Note said as they as dispersed. I followed Michael to the other side where there was guards and the warden. I leaned against the fence next to Michael as he chatted with them.
- he's in a lot of trouble son, - Pope says as Michael clutched the fence.
- you have to let me see him, - Michael argued.
- that's not a request I can grant at the moment, - Pope replied.
- please, - Michael begged.
- we're 36 hours away from his execution. He panicked. He got violent. For that reason, for the rest of his time at Fox River, we're going to keep him in Ad Seg. For his safety and everyone else's, - Pope finished and began to walk away.
- but I'm his brother. I deserve to see him. That's my right.
- It's not your right to see. Until tomorrow, at his execution... 'm sorry, son, - Pope fired back. Michael glanced down and then to his right to see me with a solemn face. I knew he was calculating. He always was.
- I'm sorry, - I whispered standing next to him, but Michael pushed me off and walked away, leaving me alone.
Sucre was on the phone as the group stood in the yard together. Michael had his hands in his pocket as his eyes drifted to everyone in the escape team before landing on me. Sucre made his way over and stated, - the hospitial won't give out any information.
- wonder what happened to that boy, - T-Bag pipped up and I gave him a death glare. - maybe them Mafia chickens came home to roost after all.
Michael ignored him and instead said, - we gotta put this whole thing on hold.
- easy, Fish. We're not putting nothing on hold, - C-Note expressed, voice serious and.
- I don't think you heard me, -
Michael pressed. - Until I get my brother out of that hole, no one's doing a damn thing.
- God bless Sink, but the man is gone. You got to the tombs, you don't get out, - C-Note said. - Not until they strap you up.
- If you think I'm going to leave my brother behind, - Michael said walking up to C-Note with venom in his words, - you have massively underestimated me.
- really?
- really.
- that ain't my fight. I'm through that hole, pretty, with or without you, - T-Bag stated, sauntering over. - Next time I'm on PI ..
