"What do you mean,'we may be in trouble'?".
"T-Bag isn't going to be happy that Abruzzi cut his hand off. He'll be looking for revenge, since we let it happen," I answered. Again I felt paranoid, as if someone wanted watching us.
"Last I saw of him he was lying on the floor of that garage, losing a lot of blood. Besides, what's he gonna do to us with one hand." At that moment the floor above us creaked and we both jumped to our feet.
"What're the chances that was the floor settling?"Sucre whispered.
"About as high as us not being taken back to Fox River if we're caught." The door leading to the first floor creaked open.
"Somebody down there? Anybody? I just need some help with a little blood cleanup. No? Okay then, I just hope it's just some big rats and not some traitors down there."
"I thought you said you weren't followed?" I asked.
"I didn't think I was, but I wasn't sure."
"Well, now we have to deal with T-Bag, before he deals with us."
"I hear you Mikey Boy. Do you wanna help little old me with my"-T-Bag stopped to catch his breath-"hand situation."
"T-Bag, we didn't know Abruzzi was gonna do it man. I swear we didn't." Sucre was starting to panic. T-Bag was almost down the stairs now. If we were going to take him, we needed to move fast. There was a wrench on a workbench a couple feet from me. Sucre started to inch towards the wrench, slowly, hoping he wouldn't get noticed.
"Now what do ya think you're doin' there Sucre? You're not thinking of running away are you. You won't get very far"- then he glanced at me as I started to move away- "And where do you think you're going. I hope you're not running."
"Oh trust me, I'm not running"- while T-Bag was distracted with me, Sucre was able to reach and pick up the wrench- "I was just trying to, distract you."
"Now what would you be distracting me -" Sucre brought the wrench around and hit him in the head.
"Run, now!" Sucre turned and ran towards the door. I followed, hoping he'd be out for a while.
