Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and I am not affiliated in any way, shape or form with anyone who does.

A/N: I did write a one-shot with the same premise to this but they've got entirely different storylines. If anyone is interested there is a link to my prison break forum on my profile (complete with fanfiction board that could use some new writers!)

Bellick blinked in disbelief as he stared at the hole in the ground, his mind taking a moment to realise what he had before he licked his lips in delight; this was perfect. He could finally prove to Pope what a rat Scofield was.

Fantastic visions of promotions and of Scofield locked in solitary bawling his eyes out at how badly his oh-so-brilliant plan had failed danced through his head and he smiled again as he left the break room. This was too perfect.

"Which convicts were involved?" Pope sighed heavily; the out-of-place jolliness and the barely masked anger that had twinly contributed to his vitality had been washed away, leaving behind a defeated voice that suddenly made him seem his age.

Bellick tried to mask his ever growing excitement and match the saddened tone; "Scofield and Burrows, Abruzzi, Franklin, Westmoreland, Sucre and," he paused for dramatic effect, "Bagwell." He saw Pope barely manage to suppress a wince.

"Three murderers," he shook his head, "how did you find out about this Brad?"

"I have my informants," he wondered for a moment if he would get away without names, knowing deep down that it would be impossible, "Tweener, err…" he racked his brain trying to remember the convict's real name, "David. David Apolskis."

"What's he asking for?"

"His cellie's Avocado; he wants a transfer."

"See that he gets it. Can you send them in to see me?"

Bellick nodded, annoyed that he hadn't been rewarded yet but he stood regardless and headed towards the doorway.

"Oh and Brad? This is very good work, you'll be finding a bit more money in your pay slips from now on."

"Yes Sir," he left, his mind reeling with the excitement of seeing Scofield's world crumble.