I was on the other side, waiting and panicking as i spotted Michael going over. - come on,- I whispered. - Michael, come on.
The wire broke with Manche going so Michael was climbing up. Lincoln grabbed Michael's hand, pulling him up. Manche was left behind though and all that was left was the white overalls. We were over. We were free.
I watched as dozens of officers and guards move away. Squad cars, SUVs speed away into the night while some hurried-on foot. We were there, hiding in the ally port in the trees. Michael was next to me watching in front of them.
- yo, come on, man we gotta roll, - C-Note worried.
- you don't got to do anything but wait right here and let them get ahead of us, - Michael stated, watching the cops in front of him.
- I don't know if we're gonna get a chance, papi, - Sucre said.
- fucking dogs, - i mumbled spotting the german shepards ahead.
- they're coming right for us, - Sucre stressed.
- nobody move, - Michael ordered. The dogs came, slowly but surely, as they were loaded into the truck. Everyone stayed quiet. Michael whispered, - they can't smell us.
The dogs started barking loudly. - they can see us - I hissed.
Officers came with flashlights, slowly to them looking for us. Dogs continued to keep barking, but they made a move for it. All of a sudden, Michael said to run. Through the trees, bushes and grasses, we ran for what felt like forever.
- where the hell is the van?" Sucre questioned. Silence.
- eyetie, where in the hell is the van? - C-Note asked.
- ye of little faith...Come on, come on, - Abruzzi said. Michael grabbed my hand, pulling me along as we ran. We found the van and all got in. Michael bashed the lights of the van telling them about being invisible. He got back in the van, sitting in front of me. He turned around, looking at me and I smiled. - It's gonna be ok, - he whispered as he leaned in, kissing me in the corner of my lips. - we made it out.
- John, where are the keys? - Lincoln asked from the driver's seat.
- what? - Haywire asked.
- they keys, where are they? - Lincoln pressed.
- I told you, in the garbage can by the trees in a plastic bag, - Abruzzi said.
- what are you waiting for? - Lincoln spat at Haywire. Once he was gone, Abruzzi gave the keys to Lincoln and the van turned on and went, leaving Haywire behind.
We were driving down the road when T-Bag spoke up. - Hey, John, I've got to ask you why you were so intent on Lincoln driving here and you taking that particular seat?
- T-Bag you stole my fucking spot, - i spat at him.
- wanna sit with your boy toy, sugar? Too bad. -T-Bag mused. - now, John, what is it exactly you got up underneath there, huh? - He revealed handcuffs and quickly cuffed Michael's hand.
- what the hell are you doing? - Michael spat, seeing his hand cuffed to T-Bag.
Abruzzi held up a gun to T-Bag's temple. - you think that will stop me? - Michael kept pulling against the cuffs. - Think twice, Johnny boy. Hm? You shoot me, Pretty here'll be draggin' around 170 pounds of dead Alabama flesh with me.
And considern how much you need to get this Fibonacci vendetta of yours, huh? I just don't think you're gonna be pullin' that trigger, - T-Bag taunted.
- no? - Abruzzi said, cocking the gun.
- you're gonna give me the key to those cuffs, T-Bag, - Michael threatened.
- give me the key, you son of a bitch, - he spat. Michael looked for the keys, but T-Bag expressed that they were between his teeth. Michael grasped him by the throat.
- come on. Spit it out! - but he swallowed it.
The van kept going, but the tension was high. I stood up and leaned my head next to Michael. - It's gonna be alright - i whispered.
- If you think I won't gut you myself to get that key, - Abruzzi threatened, gun in hand. - you're in for a big surprise.
- I encourage you to remember the last time you came at me with a knife... - T-Bag mocked.
- shut up! Shut up! Both of you! - Michael yelled, getting frustrated. - you can settle this in Mexico.
- how far to the airstrip? - Lincoln asked.
- I guess five miles, maybe, - Michael muttered.
The van pulled over and conversations began to talk about what is next. It was the only road, and we wouldn't make it on foot. However, we agreed to go off the road, but the van got stuck. Everyone got out. Michael was still attached to T-Bag as everyone pushed the van, but there's no hope.
