I knew he was coming, I knew it. And I was the only one that knew it. It was so hard trying to act normal and smile and be happy in front of these people that in no more than 20 minutes, were going to be frightened to death. Customer after customer came up, and it almost seemed strange that it was going to happen. I regretted nothing more than agreeing to this now. It might not be just him that'll be behind bars.
Forcing smiles is often a strange thing and can vary enormously, especially in situations like mine. For example, if you open a birthday present that you slightly dislike, you will smile and thank the giver all the same. But knowing about a crime that is taking place in the same building as you and you are a part of it? I'd rather have a bad birthday present. Hearing Michael's words of wisdom in my head gave me some what of a comfort, but not enough to calm me down now. We were so close. A single bead of sweat slid down my back sending a chilling spark up my spine, and my fists clenched on the sides of the rusty cash machine. It was only when I removed my hand to signal the next customer along that I noticed my hand was deeply impaled with ridged red marks, only reminding me how tense I was. 14 minutes. That's precise but Michael has to be perfect.
Time passed as slowly as the time when I was made to sit silently after being told off from my mother. God, I wish I could go back to there now. I would do anything. Jesus Christ, I need to get out of this. I have to; I must.
"Excuse me?" I glance up to see a fairly impatient looking man, in a pin-striped suit with a pin-striped expression to match. " Was that 2200 supposed to go in on Wednesday or Thursday?"
What is he talking about? Suddenly I come to the realisation that I've been thinking about the drastic situation for the past half an hour, and I've just slipped back to reality.
"Oh sorry, Thursday Sir and I believe it was 2100. " I sheepishly reply.
Why do I care about rich men's money management when...I don't want to think about it. I can't take it anymore, I have to go.
And I do.
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In It After All
ActionMichael Scofield is in prison, and is desperately trying to get out with his brother Lincoln. But, before all this happened, when Michael's crime took place in a bank, the lady behind the bank knew Michael was coming. She was involved in the crime.
