I do not own any of the characters from Prison Break (I'm pretty sure for a good reason too)
As Scofield tied his tie around his neck, the finishing touch to his costume for the 'heist', he checked his plan over obsessively, made sure he knew how long he'd have and what he'd be doing from now until the moment his brother was free, he once again fiddled with his tie, took a breath and decided there was nothing else he had to do, there was no point in delaying he had a brother to save. He looked back over the room, it was bare aside from the mirror and an empty set of drawers, everything he had owned, was in storage, donated or at the bottom of the river by now. He checked both guns were filled with blanks (they'd make enough noise and make a show, but no-one would get hurt), flipped on the safety and stuffed both into the waistband of his trousers. He headed down the busy street towards one of the largest banks in the city, It was mid-day so there should be plenty of witnesses, and thus he would be more likely to end up in the desired class 1 penitentiary. He made sure to send Veronica one last text with the whereabouts of everything he had found in his own investigation (though he found nothing, maybe Veronica could get Linc exonerated) and a quick apology to his nephew. A deep breath in, and out again as he stepped through the wide door. There was no turning back as he allowed the smirk to take over his face, he had to sell this, Linc's life was riding on it. He took out the revolver, flicked the safety off and fired a couple of rounds to the ceiling above him, eliciting a few screams from those around him. 'Hello' he smirked at the cashier, well aware that the police would arrive in 150seconds until then he had a show to put on. He made a few steps through the now aborted queue, the cashier's eyes widened and made to step back, as he shook his head at her she paused. 'No need for anyone to be a hero here, put the money in the bag' He produced a black cotton sack and threw it the rest of the way to land on the desk with a light thud 'no-one has to get hurt, just do what I say and everyone gets to go home'. The cashier had yet to start filling the bag, stuck in place by fear, 'Bag! Money! Now!' he added another shot towards the ceiling to make sure the point was received. With hurried movements, she began to open registers and fill the bag with their contents. Michael took the time to take a look around, check on the other patrons around the room. He noticed a young mother hiding her children behind her in the corner, a spread of people throughout the room, all sharing a mask of fear, he distantly felt guilty about forcing these strangers to join in his play, but it was a necessary evil he reminded himself, and no-one was actually going to get hurt, despite this the guilt didn't subside as he turned back to the cashier, he had 100seconds left, He narrowed his eyes as he saw that the cashier was almost done with filling the bag with the cash from the registers. 'Where's the vault?' He knew exactly where it was, who had access and how to get in if he wanted to, however, all he needed was to waste some more time until the men in blue came. 'I...It's in the back' the added stutter almost made him wince, he really didn't like that part of the plan, he had to stay on track, he narrowed his eyes 'The vault. Open it!' 40seconds left… he should be hearing sirens by now, his math was never wrong, he squinted as if the answer was written in front of him but the reason alluded him as he continued the act of an angry bank-robber (when did his life get so weird?). 'We can't the branch manager isn't here' she was half cowed behind the counter, the fear clear as her eyes danced between Michael and the gun pointed at her. He tilted his head to the side, eyes still squinted and trained completely on the cashier 'Where is he?', the sound of sirens was still vacant, he was beginning to wonder if someone had alerted them, he was beginning to wonder if maybe he should have called them himself ahead of time, the sound of the cashier answering his question pulled him back to the present. 'He's at white castle', memories of his brother sneaking him burgers from the kitchen whilst he was working filled his head, a smile slipped onto his face before a whimper from the corner brought him back to this harsh reality of where he was, the sirens still hadn't arrived. 'White castle?' the idea of the branch manager sat in in his suit surrounded by screaming children in his lunch break seemed a little odd, as he ran through the little he had found out about the man he missed the reply from the cashier, only catching that she'd supplied a basic description of the place (though he wouldn't admit it the place held fond memories of his brother) 'I know what it is' he snapped, why were the police still not here? He shot again towards the roof 'I'm not playing games, open it' he added eyes glaring, as the seconds tipped over he could feel his blood pressure rising, this plan had to work. 'Sir, you have half a million dollars in your bag, wouldn't it be better if' she cut herself off as the sound of a helicopter's rotor blades broke the relative quiet of the room, she looked over his shoulder, clearly seeing her salvation. The sirens filled the air and he allowed himself to smile, let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding and spread both hands above his shoulders, figuring it was best to co-operate (he couldn't save Linc if he was in the hospital… or dead). The sound of a loudspeaker crackling was the only warning before a shout instructing him through the procedure. He let his eyes slip closed, knowing he was one step closer to seeing his brother, the smile remained, he doubted he'd be able to remove it through his relief.