- we're not having this debate, - Michael interrupted.
- we're not? Now, wait, I .. -
- we're not having this debate. - Michael interjected, voice strong. He wasn't telling T-Bag, ordering him, demanding him to drop it.
The debate went on for a while and I began to walk away. Hands in my hair. Another day in here, meant another threat could be coming. I distanced herself from the group and let the men bicker like boys. After a short while, T-Bag said something and Michael was on him. Grasping him by the arms, he pushed T-Bag against the fence and I hurried over, grabbing Michael by the arm and pulling him off with Sucre.
- It's not worth the fight, - I stated, brushing his arms off and cupping his cheek. - we'll figure this out.
C-Note talked to the CO. - hey, it's good boss, it's good. We're just playin around. It's all good. - Geary, the CO walked away and C-Note walks over to the others.
Michael was focused on glaring at T-Bag. - you know what, there are two things that everybody needs to get with.
First, hillbilly, you have got to learn some respect. The man here made everything possible. And you, Fish? You're gonna have to get with that we are doing thing this afternoon, as soon as we get on Pl.
Michael was stressed, running his hands over his head and intertwining them behind his neck. Then he started to chuckle lightly. - so, you're just gonna make a run for it in the middle of the day? - he mocked.
- well, you gotta do what you gotta do, huh, baby? - C-Note replied looking over at me. - maybe you should talk some sense into your man.
Michael pinched his nose and sighed. - you're gonna screw this whole thing up.
- It's not for you to decide anymore. Now, this train is leaving the station, and I suggest you get on it, - C-Note said lowly.
T-Bag smirked. - het on the train, Fish, - T-Bag taunted. - get on the train.
- you know what, you son of bitches? I won't let you do it, - Michael stated, looking over everyone.
- what you gonna do? Blow the whistle on your own escape? - T-Bag mocked.
I watched this unfold and didn't know what to do. A piece of me wanted out today, but I knew how much Lincoln meant to Michael. Michael was here for Lincoln and he was not leaving without him. I watched as Michael walked away.
Michael made his decision. Today was the day we were escaping. Everyone was in the storage room doing PI. I tried to fix something on the wall.
- so, Mr. Pied Piper, what's the
play? - T-Bag asked, holding a tool.
Michael who was fixing something on the wall replied, - we do what we always do. Pretend to be working. Be model citizens, till the time comes.
- and that'll be? - T-Bag asked.
- nine o'clock, - Michael responded.
- you seem to be forgetting the fact that Pl shuts down at 5:00, Pretty.
Michael looked over, stopping his work. - we have to make sure it doesn't, don't we? - Then he went back to work, pulling the dry wall off the wall and then the insulation. - hammer. - Michael then began to pound the pipe in the wall.
- water, - I muttered from afar.
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Guys new episodess! I was editing them for the last days and here comes lots of series.
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