【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which Phoebe helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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SUCRE HELD A SMALL MIRROR OUT through the bars of their cell, looking out into the hall to make sure no officer was nearby. He pulled the mirror back into the cell, looking back at Michael and Phoebe, whom were sitting together on Phoebe's bunk, and nodding.
"You're clear." Sucre whispered to them. Michael took the bolt out from Phoebe's book, approaching the toilet and unscrewing it. Meanwhile, Sucre approached Phoebe on the bed, picking up the empty tubes of toothpaste that Michael had previously filled with metal-eating chemicals. Michael had dumped the chemicals in a drain in the infirmary, giving it time to eat thought the pipes. Sucre held one of the tubes up to his nose and sniffed it, the strong smell making him scrunch his face in disgust. Phoebe chuckled.
"Careful there, Sucre. You don't wanna have those all over your face and the inside of your nose." She teased with a chuckle, to which Sucre chuckled softly and tilted his head.
"If the chemicals can eat through the iron pipes, how come they can't eat through the toothpaste tube?" Sucre asked, head tilted as he continued to hold onto the empty tube of toothpaste. Michael turned his head slightly to look over at Sucre, still crouched down by the toilet.
"It's only when the chemicals are combined that they become a corrosive." Michael explained in a quiet tone as he worked quickly yet quietly, making sure no one from other cells could hear them. Phoebe's heart raced. She was nervous. This was the first real part of the plan, the part where they could now actually get caught and possibly kept in jail for life, where they could so easily mess up the mission and Lincoln Burrows would be no more. She was nervous.... Scared. No. She was terrified. Her heart raced, the air in the cell felt thick and heavy. Pull it together, Phoebe. You've got this. Trust the plan. Trust Michael.
"You studied chemistry or something?" Sucre asked curiously, wondering how it was that Michael knew so much. Michael shook his head slowly.
"Not in school. But... This one actually wasn't my idea. It was Phoebe's." Michael said quietly, still looking down at the toilet. Phoebe blushed slightly as Sucre turned to face her. She chuckled and shook her head.
"It wasn't." She said with a chuckle to Sucre. "All I suggested when we were still planning was using a corrosive." She said with a shrug. Sucre smiled at her, patting her shoulder.
"That's smart as hell, mami. I don't think I would've been able to think of that." He said with a smile, which Phoebe mirrored. She missed having Sucre around. Sucre approached the cell door with the mirror again, and Michael took this as a chance to turn back to face Phoebe with a small smirk. Phoebe cocked a brow, mouthing, what? To which Michael simply smiled wider and turned back to what he was doing. Phoebe jumped when she was caught off guard by Sucre approaching them again.
