SNITCHES → MICHAEL SCOFIELD

• chapter seven •

" Your little brother never tells you, but he loves you so."

- C O L O R S

chapter seven // the riot

M I C H A E L
"I fell asleep, boss." I muttered as I pulled the sheet back to reveal myself to the CO. I watched closely as he nodded and removed the shine of the torch from our cell.

I exhaled quickly, staring up at the indent of Sucre's body in the top bunk. "I can't get through the wall." I said, drumming my fingers along my kneecap impatiently. "What do you mean you can't get through the wall?"

"I know how to do it, I just don't have the time to do it." I replied back, moving my eyes along the simple patterning on the bottom of his mattress. Sucre let out a sigh, but didn't sit up to look down at me. "We're locked up. All we got is time."

"You don't understand. I planned this break on a schedule. And constantly coming up here for count won't let me do what I need to do to get through that wall. And if I'm not back on schedule, which means we're through that wall by the end of the day, minata, we're not getting out of here." I explained, rubbing the back of my hand over my forehead to wipe the sweat away.

Sucre actually sat up this time, rolling himself over so that he could look down at me, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. "There's three things for certain in life. Death, taxes and count. Only way to stop count is..."

He shook his head, rolling over again to lay on his back. "Never mind, it's a bad idea." My eyes shot back up to his mattress, narrowed slightly. "Worse than the idea of losing Maricruz?"

I heard him shuffle, before stilling for a moment. I knew how much Maricruz meant to him, and I hoped that it would hit a nerve. He rolled back over to face me. "A lockdown. We get gen pop locked down for a day, you'll have all the time you need."

"And no count?" I asked back, a glimmer of hope dancing across my mind. It was worth a shot. Sucre stifled a laugh. "Bulls don't even come by."

I sat up quickly, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and resting my head in my hands. "Only one problem," Sucre added, looking down at me from the top bunk. "How do we get a lockdown?" I asked, rubbing my fingertips gently over my temple.

There was a moment of silence as we sat in thought, and my mind was buzzing with multiple different ideas. "Can you get to the prison AC unit?" Sucre asked, his voice drawling out like he was trying to place the plan together in his head.

"Maybe." I replied simply with a shrug of my shoulders, looking up at him. He had fully sat up now, his legs dangling over the top of the mattress.

"You want a lockdown, you got to get the inmates riled up. And if you want to piss off the meat in concrete... Turn up the heat."

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M A Y L Y N
I'd always hated the heat. It literally made me feel as though my skin was melting off and there was nothing I could do about it. Michael told me he turned off the air conditioning, not turned on the fucking furnace.

"Is this what hell feels like?" I groaned aloud, laying down on my side by my closed cell door. I heard Michael chuckle on the other side, and I could vision the roll of his eyes. "I wouldn't know, I've never been." Sucre started mumbling words under his breath as he held on to the cross around his chest. "Don't joke about that place mami, or he might get pissed."