Let's Break Out Of Prison - Prison Break FanFic

Chapter 22: Otis

A/N: it's Thursday. So here is another chapter for you lovely people out there.

"What's the plan, man?" C-Note asks Lincoln as we stand by a large entrance way to a building we randomly picked out in Oswego. Michael is out getting a few things and looking around while we lay low here.

"There's no bars on these doors, do what you like." He replies.

"With what?" Sucre asks.

"We're supposed to be in Mexico, sipping on Margaritas, waiting for the heat to dip. That was the plan." C-Note argues. "See? They just used us to dig, right? We're gophers."

"Where is Michael?" Sucre asks.

"He'll be here." I tell them. "Can you not crowd round right now?" I ask and shoo them away.

"You know what, Sucre? Maybe you and I should go get that five million dollars, know what I'm saying? It's sitting there in Tooele, ready to get."

"Hey! That's my Grandfathers money." I shout.

"Correction. Was your Grandfathers money. He's dead now, so it's not anymore." C-Note replies. I really thought he was decent and that him and Charles had an understanding. My blood boils and I lunge at him punching him square in the face and he pushes me off into the metal wall, banging my head hard against it.

I go for him again and push him down onto the floor which is surprising considering the size difference between us. I kick his nose so it starts to bleed before Lincoln pulls me off, "you wanna stay? Shut your mouth!" He shouts at C-Note, sticking up for me, but still holds me back preventing me from causing more harm.

Michael appears having seen the whole thing.
"Hey!" He shouts. "Relax."

C-Note gets himself off the floor and wipes his bloody nose with the back of his hand. "Sorry." I whisper to the floor, not looking at him. And he replies, "likewise."

We all head over to where Michael dumps the rucksack and a wicker hamper filled with food.

A bucket of chicken wings gets demolished along with apples and strawberries, the bones and cores getting thrown messily onto a paper plate while us convicts stuff our hungry faces.

A few bottles of beer lay in the bottom and Abruzzi pulls one out, using his hand to pop the lid off and takes a slurp. "Yummy!" He exclaims throwing another bone to the floor.

"Our photos are in the paper." Sucre says. "They're probably all over the news."

"Yeah, and you didn't see that coming?" C-Note replies sarcastically, John laughs.

"What's so funny?" Sucre asks.

"The two of you. It cracks me up. Here's to... amateur hour." He raises his bottle. I barely even listened to the exchanges they just made it's taking all of my strength not to grab one of those bottles and down the whole thing, followed by another and another and another.

I force myself to stand up and go over to Lincoln who's reading a paper talking about LJ's hearing. It has a picture of him in the corner that Linc just stares at. "I'm really sorry about Veronica." He barely looks up at me.

"Like you said. We don't have time to grieve." He replies.

"I meant for me. It doesn't mean you can't. It doesn't mean their memory is forgotten. You have to give yourself time."

"Romance is nothing, love is nonexistent and happiness is fake." He says, I sigh knowing exactly where he got that saying from. Me. "You said that to me when you came to visit me in prison after LJ came and spoke his concerns."