Michael stayed with T-Bag as he looked at Tweener. - this is as far as you go, my friend, - Michael said, halting Tweener.
- what? No, you can't leave me out here, not like this, - Tweener replied.
- we had a deal, remember? - Michael stated.
- yeah, but come on, bro... - he scoffed.
- you and I, we're not bros, - Michael pressed. - and I don't think you want me telling the guys what I know. Now walk.
I began to run with Michael and T-Bag as helicopters came. We hid from them by the cliff. We made it to a car which wouldn't start as the engine was gone. I sat on the hill with Michael, looking out. Therefore, we continued to run to an old barn. As soon as Michael and T-Bag got in, hands were on them as they pulled T-Bag against a table.
Pliers were found and Sucre tried to separate them but they were no good. Michael was getting more and more frustrated. I had never seen him like this before.
T-Bag began to chuckle, but Abruzzi found a axe and chopped his hand off. Screams, loud and hot happened as Michael stepped away, shocked.
- he's lucky I didn't take this to his head, - Abruzzi stated.
- you cut his... You cut his... - Sucre mumbled in disbelief and shock. I saw how panicked Michael was and went straight to him. He was cradling his hand and i took it.
- hey, - i whispered, cupping his cheek. - It's me. Michael look at me, take a deep breath. - i tried to calm him down. We stopped running behind some trees. Police cars came by.
- the airstrips on the other side of that field, - Michael told us. - just 500 yards, and this whole thing's over.
- he's not moving - Sucre said.
- every second we stay here is
another change for them to find the plane, - Abruzzi says.
- we got to go now.
- wait, wait, - Michael said grabbing Abruzzi's arm. A police car came racing by. - All right, let's go. Let's go. - we were off again. Running
and running.
- freeze, don't move! - a police officer said. We kept on running. We ran across the field towards the plane, then we spotted it, but it began to move. Police cars came racing by trying to capture us.
- what do we do now? - Police cars came.
- we run, - Michael said, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the field. It's been hours of running, through the morning.
- what the hell is that? - In the distance, a train whistle went, and we all walked a few steps to see.
- let's go, - Lincoln says, running. - all we got to do is make it to the other side, - Lincoln yelled, running up to the train. Michael got up, grabbing onto my hand and helping me up before going inside. Bellick shot a fire at us but missed. When we got out on the other side of the train, we run further. The race continued.
- I thought I thought this out. I thought... You saw all those guys back there? - Sucre said out of breath.
- the key is, they're back there and we're up here, - Michael said, trying to calm everyone down.
- how long is that gonna last - Sucre pipped, unsure.
- especially since we don't have a pot to piss in, thanks to Abruzzi's magically disappearing jet, - C-Note said, pointing to the mobster.
- hey, you were never gonna be on that plane, brother, - Abruzzi responded.
- don't think I don't know where you were going either, - C-Note said, pointing to Michael.
- and where am I going?
- I don't know. Utah? - C-Note exclaimed. - when were you planning on telling us about the money, man?
- what money? - Sucre pipped up.
- the $5 million that Westmoreland planted in the desert in Utah, - C-Note shared.
- you don't know what you're talking about, - Michael muttered, walking forward.
- you wish I didn't know, - C-Note mocked.
- wait, wait, what money? - Sucre exclaimed.
Michael, Lincoln and I were sitting on a dock. I feeling the sweat against my body as I let my feet dangle off the edge.
- we need to dump them, now, - Lincoln said.
- can't. They know about Utah, - Michael told him glancing around.
- more reason to dump them, - i muttered from behind.
- they are just bringing us down.
- If they get caught, the Feds will know exactly where we're going, - Michael explained. - they'll tell them. We just gotta make sure they stay afloat till we're off in Utah, doing what we got to do.
- you really think the money is going to be there? - Lincoln asked.
- Charles might have had a flexible relationship with the truth. But at the end... there'd be no reason for him to lie about it. I figure, once we bag it, we cross over into Mexico. Take a whole bunch of bumpy, second-class bus rides till we hit Panama.
- you really got a fix on this dive shop thing, huh? - Lincoln joked.
- yeah, - Michael chuckled. - right now, I wouldn't mind swinging in a hammock for the next ten, twenty years.
- we got half the country after us, - I said, going to sit next to Lincoln. - we aren't going to make it to Utah or Panama.
- not without help, - Lincoln added.
- Veronica can't help us, - Michael said, shaking his head.
- how can you say that? We don't have money, clothes...
- I already got all that, - Michael calmly said.
- I thought the plan was Abruzzi's jet, - Lincoln said.
- Abruzzi's jet was Plan A.
- Story time? - i said looking at Michael, who nodded. - when we get the clothes i'll call Andy and he'll come in here .. with a plane.
- what?
- my dad gifted my a private plane when i turned 20. But i don't want any one of them on there.
- fair - said Linc - it's good to have a wealthy friend around - he said and i smiled.
