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Prison BreakTitle
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Drama/RomanceSummary:
After the break and seeking shelter in a mansion in Mexico owned by Abruzzi, the gang finds trouble in the form of each other, a diamond heist, the Mexican mob, the Italian mob, and Abruzzi's "family".Author's Note:
No, I can't stop with the new stories in new fandoms. But a huge thanks goes to CenasNakedInMyBedWithMe for making me watch the damn show in the first place. She also largely inspired this piece of fictional work(forgive me, I've had wine….) so peace out and enjoy! This is sort of an alternate scenario after season one, you know, the kind I like to write best.xxx
chapter one
"beachfront property"
"Good lord, pretty, it's hotter than Satan's balls in this place."
Michael Scofield shook his head and ignored the comment, as he focused his blue-green eyes on the matching ocean before him.
This was what he fought and planned for-what he threw his life away for.
So why didn't any of it feel right?
"C'mon pretty, what's wrong? Don't ya love me no more?"
Oh yeah...that was why.
"Shut up, T-Bag." Michael snapped and stood up, crossing his arms as he walked away from the porch-swing that was now occupied by Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell.
It had been nearly a week since they broke free--the problem was they were all holed up together in a mansion in Mexico, owned by none other than John Abruzzi. At first, they had planned on staying just long enough for the heat to cool down, but now Michael had a feeling that Abruzzi had something else up his sleeve.
Approaching footsteps brought Michael from his thoughts, and he turned to see his brother approaching.
"Something on your mind, little brother?" Lincoln Burrows asked as he walked up, leaning against the railing and shoving his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans.
"Yeah. A lot." Michael replied stoicly, turning to look at Lincoln, "It's been a week, Linc. Why are we still here?"
"Does it matter?" Lincoln shrugged, "I mean, we're over the border. We're away from the American government. We're alive."
"But what's Abuzzi planning?"
"Who says he's planning anything, Michael? Don't be so damn paranoid. Besides, maybe he's lonely." Linc smirked, "Come on, can't you just enjoy your freedom? And the fact that Abruzzi just happened to own this place." He turned his gaze to the ocean, smiling softly. He hadn't seen the ocean in years...even before he was incarcerated, and it was as beautiful as he'd remembered. He was happy to stay here, as long as possible, in fact. Michael had other plans, but as long as Abruzzi said it was alright, Lincoln was going to stay right there.
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Back in the bedroom temporarily known as "his", Michael glanced at his watch and sighed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and closing his eyes.
Abruzzi had left at eight that morning, saying that he had some business to take care of and that he would be back soon.
Now, it was nearing ten at night, and there was no sign of him.
"Yo, Michael." Sucre called as he stepped into the room, eying Michael curiously, "You missed dinner. They treat you like royalty in this place, I could get used to it. There's plenty of leftovers though, so..." He raised an eyebrow, "What are you doin', fish?"
Michael smirked, "Trying to figure all this out."
"Sorry, but I'm with Lincoln this time. He told me about your 'Abruzzi conspiracy theory' and I don't agree with it."
Michael 'hmm'ed thoughtfully as he stood up, crossing the room to gaze out the window that overlooked the front of the estate, "Maybe I am being too paranoid."
"There you go. See? Just let go and come eat. I'm headin' down for seconds.
"Wait." Michael raised an eyebrow as he pulled the curtain back, looking down at several black vehicles that had just pulled into the driveway. Out of one stepped Abruzzi, followed closely by a female that Michael had never seen before. The occupants of the other cars stayed where they were, "Ok…maybe not."
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"What the hell is so important, Abruzzi?" A sleepy Lincoln asked as he stumbled into the dining room, where Abruzzi had "gathered the troops" so to speak. Lincoln had just dozed off into the best sleep of his life when Michael came banging on his door, and didn't even have time to throw on a shirt over his blue-striped pajamas.
"Oh-ho, it's not just one thing that's so important, Lincoln." John Abruzzi said in that taunting way that usually set the ex-cons on edge.
"What're you on about?!" T-Bag yelled out, "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, it's past my bed time…"
"Why don't you shut your mouth and give the man a chance to talk, fool." C-Note snapped, glaring at T-Bag and then glancing back at Abruzzi.
Lincoln shook his head and sighed, "Now…what were you saying, John?"
Abruzzi chuckled, "Well, I'm afraid to say that our little team of convicts aren't going to part ways just yet."
"What are you talking about, old man? We had a deal. We lay low here for a while, and then…" C-Note began, but Abruzzi cut him off.
"No, you don't understand. This is something that will benefit all of us."
T-Bag raised an eyebrow, "Keep talkin'."
"Oh, of course, that got your attention." Lincoln mumbled, and T-Bag ignored him, "Spill it Abruzzi, I'm tired of waiting around."
"Alright, fine, I won't make a presentation." Abruzzi crossed his arms over his chest and glanced over his shoulder, "Sweetheart."
Lincoln raised an eyebrow, wondering if Abruzzi had finally lost it, until she walked into the room-5'6", shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, and grey-blue eyes that seemed to penetrate him from across the room. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments until she looked down at the item she was placing on the table, and Lincoln shook his head to clear the fog.
"Open it." Abruzzi instructed. The woman nodded, opening the black satin drawstring bag and pouring it's contents out onto the table.
"Well, I will be a son of a bitch." T-Bag said, eyes wide, speaking for everyone as they gazed at what lay on the table before them.
Pure, raw, uncut diamonds.
"I figured that's what you had up your sleeve." Michael spoke for the first time, walking up to the table, hands stuffed in his pockets, "You're getting too predictable, Abruzzi."
Abruzzi chuckled, "I knew you'd figure it out, Scofield."
"Michael, what the hell is going on?" Lincoln growled, fighting to ignore both the pile of diamonds and the mysterious woman.
"It's a legend like DB Cooper's, only not as renowned." Michael smirked, "In the fifties, there was this mob flunky…Mick DiNozzo. After his mob boss discovered a diamond mine in Africa and mined it dry, DiNozzo murdered him, took all the diamonds, and fled to Mexico. He was killed only days later, but they never found the diamonds. Although it's rumored they're hidden not too far from here."
"You know your stuff, Michael, I'll give you that." Abruzzi smiled, "So, I take it you're all in? One man can't do it alone, you know."
Lincoln sighed, "You've got to be kidding."
C-Note shook his head, "Wait a minute, now, I ain't likin' the sound of this. Don't you have some goons you can call? And who the hell is Catwoman, over there?"
Abruzzi smirked, "She's the owner of the estate your lousy asses have been holed up in."
"Melony DiNozzo." She spoke finally, "Granddaughter of the 'mob flunky' whose diamonds I'm about to help you steal."
