Me and Michael walked off together to the corner of the yard. His hand found my back as we stopped. Michael leaned against the fence, his expression serious, contrasting sharply with the fading daylight. I leaned on the fence, taking a deep breath.
- I think Tweener's a rat, - I said looking at him. - I forgot to tell you as you got yourself locked up in the SHU, - I stated.
Michael glanced me with furrowed brows - explain.
- he asked lots of questions about you, what you're planning., even us. I think Bellick's involved.
- I figured - Michael uttered nodded, - i'm thinking about how to get the infirmary keys.
- have you seen the doctor? - i asked and he frowned - i think she has a crush on you. Just tell her she'd do it. She has naive eyes
- Emma ..
- don't say anything, just do it
- fine. You'll pay for that - i raised my hands in the air as if defending myself.
- i didn't force you Mister, dont you forget that - i said smiling at him.
We were in the locker room, i was sat, glancing at my nails, wishing to have some hand cream. Michael came in and told us - put your blues on over your Pl gear.
- what? - Sucre said confused.
- you want to tell us why? - Abruzzi asked.
- If we don't have time to get the suits we need, we're gonna have to make them, - Michael announced.
Panic struck C-Note's face. - what are you doing? We got company.
- It's ok. He's coming with us, - Michael announced. I looked up at him shooting him a what-the-hell's-going-on look and hissed - what? Michael, - i tried to talk to him, but he only shook his head.
- whatever happened to, 'we got too many people'? - Abruzzi questioned.
- when the plan changed, so did the timing, - Michael barked. - I'll make sure we all get through.
- well, for health reasons, information like that should be disseminated a little more pronto, - T-Bag said.
- uh-uh, Fish. One more person means there's one more thing that can go wrong. He is not coming, - C-Note exclaimed, voice powerful.
- It's not up for discussion. - Michael said firmly.
- the hell it ain't, - C-Note said, walking closer to Michael.
- I owe him. I don't owe you a damn thing, - Michael whispered, voice low, taunting.
- well, you're gonna if we get nailed, - C-note stated, - cause you didn't wanna cut down on the damn guest list.
Michael walked over to where I was. - Michael, - i whispered, my voice low.
- It's going to be okay, - he stated.
It was the waiting game and Michael was gone. He was called to the warden's office.
There was a plan. Always a plan.
As I sat in the cell i watched how my blue jumpsuit was turning white and now i'd to wait. 'We're getting out tonight. We're getting out tonight' i thought. Michael came back forty-five minutes later. Tier time came and I came over to Michael's cell. He opened his arms and brought me into a hug. His arms wrapped around my neck, lips close to my ear. - I love you and we're going to get through this, - he whispered, pulling away.
- first thing i'd when we get out here, i'll het a very large martini. Also, a real bra.
Michael chuckled. - you got it, chef. I will take you on a date where you can get this martini - he exclaimed with a smile. - I will buy you all the lingerie you desire, - he whispered. Men came up who were looking for C-Note. I was sitting on the bed with Michael beside me.
- i haven't seen him, - i said, and they walked away, the group went in one by one.
I waited with Michael as he handed the clothes to each of us. Eventually, it was my turn and i looked at Michael before crawling in, he was right behind. We crawled through the pipes, one by one as they went. Michael guided us. We heard Bellick scream, T-Bag put his hand over Bellick mouth as Michael came up. He threatened him with a knife, holding it close to silence him.
- you scream and I'll cut out your windpipe, got me? - T-Bag threatened, with a knife to his neck.
- I need his jacket and hat, - Michael said, and we got to undressing him.
- brains of the outfit, huh, Scofield? - Bellick taunted then looked to the others. - he's leading you off a cliff, boys.
- now you're acting like you're still in charge. Shut your mouth, bitch, - C-Note spat.
- so pendajo! - Sucre hissed with disgust. Tweener shut him up by punching him and forcing the duct tape back into Bellick's mouth. Michael waited as we all went through and I stopped at him, taking his hand, before bringing it to my lips.
Eventually, we got to wait, Michael turned to us and said, - everyone put your coveralls on. I'll be back in a minute. - He was wearing Bellick's uniform now.
- Yo, where you going, man? - C-Note asked. - hey!
- there's a plan. Just trust him.
- you heard him. Come on, - Sucre nudged.
- what's going on? - Manche asked with urgency.
