fire on fire / prison break

EIGHT

"Is it done?"

"It's done. She's gone."

A woman tapped her fingers on her desk as she spoke to a man that sat across from her, clad in a suit. The woman sighed before taking a sip from her coffee. "Are you sure? Last time there were a few... issues." she exclaimed as she leaned back into her chair. "And I don't like issues, Paul. Issues require solutions and solutions take a lot of time. And the bigger the issue is, the further I am from my goal."

"As I said, Caroline. It's done." Paul said calmly, his tone flat as he stood up from where he was sitting. The woman sighed before also standing up. "It had to be done. She was a threat that had to be removed." Caroline said, placing her hand on Paul's shoulder before running it down his arm.

"She was your daughter." Paul answered flatly, removing his arm from her touch before turning towards the door. "Have a nice day, Caroline." he added before finally exiting the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Caroline alone. She leaned on the table, feeling a piece of paper under her hand. She turned around and picked up the paper before bringing it close to her chest. "I'm sorry, baby." a tear slid down her cheek and onto the paper, falling directly on her daughter's face.

"But it had to be done." she added, wiping the tear with the back of her hand before placing the newspaper back on the desk. A knock on the door made her turn around.

"Miss Reynolds, it's time for your interview."

"Thank you, I'll be out in a second." Caroline said as the secretary nodded before closing the door. Caroline then took the newspaper from the desk before putting it in her drawer. "I've worked too hard for this to let somebody ruin it. Even if it was you." she finally said before closing the drawer shut.

*

"Think of this place like it's US." Michael slowly talked as he, Sucre and Abruzzi sat on the benches.

"Our cell over there, that's New York City." he motioned towards the cell window with his head, "The infirmary- our exit, is California. The pipes below our feet are connected to-"

"Route sixty six." Sucre said, "Route sixty six." Michael confirmed. "It's gonna take us out of here."

"And you're saying that we're doing this at night?" Abruzzi asked, "That's right." Michael simply said.

"Well, we're locked up, Fish." Abruzzi started, "And your boy's in solitary." he nodded his head towards Lincoln, who was on the other side of the yard. "Are we just gonna fly out of our cages and right into your cell, right into New York City?"

"You're not." Michael smirked, "You're gonna meet me halfway." he turned towards the other side of the fence, "In Saint Louis. Route sixty six goes right below that building. It's the only building sitting on top of those tunnels. All we gotta do is get there in PI, and dig ourselves out." he explained. "Surely after we get to the infirmary, then we'll be out of these walls."

"What's in there?" Sucre asked.

"It's an old storage room." Michael said, before turning to Abruzzi, "I figured John could use all the strings he needs."

"It's not that easy, Fish. That's a restricted area. We gotta be able to justify to the bulls there's gotta be actual work to get done for me to get in there." Abruzzi explained.

"Then you better figure it out. 'Cause if we don't get in that room, we're not getting out of here." Michael replied, that's when a familiar figure walked up to the benches.

"I'm feeling kinda left out." T Bag started, "New York, California, Saint Louis? What are we discussin'?"

"Talking baseball, actually." Michael smiled at him. "Baseball? Now that happens to be a topic I know quite a bit about." T Bag played along, but Abruzzi was quick to cut him off.