- I don't know, - Sucre said.
- what are we supposed to do, just sit here? - Manche panicked.
- no. I don't know! - Sucre exclaimed, getting aggressive.
- shh, - I shushed. - there's a plan. Stick to it. Michael will get us outta here. - An alarm buzzed and we all looked up.
- we're screwed. We're screwed! - T-Bag yelled.
- shut the fuck up - I snapped. Michael came back then said that we have to moving forward.
- It's the fire alarm in the psych ward, - Michael exclaimed coming closer.
- how do you know? - Sucre asked.
- I set it off, - Michael stated.
- why?
Everyone in the psych ward exited the building, all in white. We waited until it was time. When the patients were walking back to the psych ward as it was a false alarm, the team came up from the from grate.
- let's go!
- that's not a wack shack issue, - the psych ward worker said.
- stay where you are! I said, stay where you are, - Michael yelled.
- what is she doin' in here?
- she went nuts after you know - Michael said and the worker nodded, - Do you got that sedative? - The worker handed him the sedative. - this will put her out, right?
- like a light.
Then Michael injected the needle into the worker's neck, helping him to the ground before we went on again. We went down a vent one by one. Michael stopped in front of Tweener.
- what's up?
- we know you told Bellick, - Michael said looking him in the eye as I stood behind Michael.
Tweener shook his head. - I don't know what you're talking about.
- but I owed you, and I pay my debts, - Michael said lowly with a serious tone. - But as soon as we're out of here, you go your way, we'll go ours.
Everyone continued through the pipes, Michael reached back to grab my hand, pulling me along.
Michael picked out of a room, walking slowly down the corridor before signalling for everyone to come. Lincoln sat on the hospital bed waiting for whatever to come. The guard was talking about trucks when his eyes caught a movement ahead. Michael appeared, cocking a comment to the guard to catch his attention with the group of us. The guard stood and hands up, backing up.
- whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, hey! I ain't a hero for 14$ an hour. You do what you will.
- uncuff my brother, - Michael
demanded.
- you got it, - he did as Michael asked and then said, - just pretend I ain't here.
We walked up to the door to the room with the window. I was behind Michael, ready to see if Dr. Tancredi did actually unlock the door for us. As Michael grasped the knob, slowly turning it.
- better be open, bro, - Sucre said. Everyone waited, huffing and puffing.
Michael turned it, opening it, smirking. - We're in. - we all entered, and Michael stopped. - first we gotta get that window out, then we gotta get the bars off. - Michael went to the firehose, grabbing it and pulling it to the window. He quickly changed, closing the elevator door, but it wouldn't close.
- what now, genius? - He tried again, but it wasn't budgeting.
- take your time, - T-Bag taunted.
- just shut the hell up already - i snapped aggressively.
- we got 15 minutes to get over that wall. - then, Tweener went into the elevator, closing it. The elevator went, pulling the hose that was attached to the bars, slowly it opened. Then did the window.
- we're through, - Michael said. We undressed as Tweener came back. As we were getting ready to get out, Haywire appeared.
- I knew it, - he said.
- Haywire, - Michael said.
- I knew it. As soon as I saw you go into pscyh ward, I knew it. Either I come with... - Everyone moved but he held up a radio. - You want me to make a little person-to-person call here?
- Haywire, just take it easy, - Michael tried to calm him down.
- he's in, - Lincoln said.
- what? - Abruzzi whispered.
- he's in, - Lincoln said again.
- you're crazy! - Abruzzi exclaimed.
Bickering began about who is going when and I stayed by Michael watching the whole thing unfold. I glanced over to Michael and he took my hand in his. We watched as Lincoln went over and slowly everyone went. However, Michael was concentrated on his watch, getting stressed with the time.
- you ok? - i whispered to him.
When Sucre began going over, Westmoreland fell down and instantly Michael, C-Note and I went over.
- Charles? - asked, crouching down. - are you ok?
- no, - he said with pain.
- let's take a look, - i said, taking his shirt with Michael and peeling it up. There it was a stab wound. It looked painful.
- It's just a few more steps. You can make it, - Michael said.
- oh, I could make it another foot, maybe two, but why? - Westmoreland asked rhetorically. - I wasn't going for me. I was going for my daughter.
- do it for your daughter, - i told him.
- the money is buried under the silo, - Westmoreland said breathy looking at Michael. - at the Double K Ranch just outside of Tooele, Utah. There's plenty to split, but you better buy her, - he glanced at me, - a fancy ring. I know real love when I see it. - he took a breath, - the government didn't want any more embarrassment after I took off with the money, so they lowballed it to the papers.
The truth is, Michael, it's not $1 million under that silo... There's $5 million there. -
'Everyone heard it. Everyone in that entire room heard it.' I thought.
- give Anna her Papa's love. And marry that girl.
- I will, - Michael said, clasping his hand. T-Bag went, climbing over the wire, however it was budging. C-Note was next. Westmoreland edged Michael and me to go, however, Manche told he would go last. I went. Quickly going before Michael. As soon as Michael started climbing, the lights went on and the alarm blared.
