I don't own Prison Break and Ed Edd n Eddy.
Michael, Sucre, Abruzzi and David were in the courtyard, sitting on the bleachers.
''Think of this place as a map of the US. Our cell over there, that's New York City. The infirmary, our exit, that's California. The pipes between our feet that connect out feet to...''Michael said.
''Route 66.''Sucre finished.
''I assume we're doing this at night.''Abruzzi said, ''We're locked up Fish and your brother is in solitary.'' he added.
''How we just gonna fly out of our cages and right into your cell, right into New York?''David asked.
''Your not. You're gonna meet me halfway in St Louis. Route 66 runs directly underneath that building. It's the only building sitting on the top of these tunnels. All we gotta do is get on there in P.I and dig ourselves an o-ramp. Shortly after we hit infirmary. Then we'll be outside those walls.''Michael replied.
''What's in there?''Sucre asked.
''It's an old storage room. I figure John here can pull all the strings we need.''Michael replied.
''It's not that easy fish.''John said, ''That's a restricted area. I gotta be able to justify it to the bulls. There's gotta be some actual work to be done in there for me to get in there.''
''Then you better figure it out.''Michael said, ''Cause if we don't get in that room, we're not getting out of here.''
''We feeling kind of left out. California, St Louis, New York. ''T-Bag said, approaching them with Seth who was holding his pocket.
''We're talking about baseball.''Michael said.
''Oh...That's the subject I know quite a bit about.''T-Bag said.
''What a shame. The conversation is over.''Abruzzi said as he and the rest of team stood up and started to walk away from them.
''That any way how to threat your team mates ? I'm coming along on this endeavour whether you like it or not.''T-Bag said, ''Cause I got the hell of a singing voice otherwise.''
Abruzzi sighed and walked to the rest of team. Not long after that prisoners were lining to go back inside.
David turned to Michael, ''We're not taking that pedophile with us, are we?''
''I agree with him. I'm not taking that piece of shit with us. I can take Ed and Eddy cause they're here only for a tax fraud but this will remain as a subject of my thoughts. ''Abruzzi agreed.
''I'm not taking him neither.''Sucre agreed, ''And I agree with Abruzzi about Ed and Eddy. Your brother told us about how he was attacked by Turk and Ed saved his life. Eddy well he stayed in your cell in with T-Bag and Bob perharps it was the reason why nothing happened to Bob in our cell and Double D...''
''If you remember correctly Double D doesn't want to come with us.''Michael said.
''So should I say Eddy that he might receive a place in our plan?''David asked, "Becuase I'm a little confused now.''
''Yes you can and about T-Bag. Don't worry about him. He'll be out of the picture soon enough.''Michael replied.
David and Eddy entered their cell. David climbed up to his bunk sat down on it. He pulled out of his pocket picture of his girlfriend smiled at it.
''Hello David. I saw you talking with your friends from the team.''Eddy said, ''Or should I say our team.''
''Yes. We talked about our plan.''David said.
''And did talked about me, Lumpy and Double D ?''Eddy asked.
''Yes.''David replied, nodding his head.
''Great. What was the subject of this discussion about us ? About taking us with us ? Or about gettind rid of us.''Eddy asked.
''We did when we were going back to our cells and Abruzzi said that he might take you with us but he needs to think about it and Sucre agreed with him.''David said.
''So you better take me with you. As you know I know your plans and I will tell ever...''Eddy said.
''Or you will tell Pope and Bellick. You told me about that yesterday, before night counting and...''David said.
''And T-Bag? I'm hoping you're not taking him with us.''Eddy interrupted him, ''I had to play nice with him when we were with in cell with Bob.''
''Don't worry about him. Michael said that he'll be out of the picture soon enough.''David said.
''I'm hoping you're right.''Eddy said as he sat down on his bunk.
Pope and Bellick were in the office with Bob's wife. Bob's wife was sitting on the chair, checking his wallet and Pope was standing in front of her with Bellick by his side
''The state provides $25,000 insurance, plus donations from the Corrections Officers' Foundation.''Pope said.
''That the last thing on my mind now Warden.''Bob's wife stated, ''Do you know who killed him?''
''No but we have some leads. We are not gonna rest until we find out what happened.''Pope replied.
''His picture is missing.''Bob's wife noticed as she showed them Bob's wallet, ''He had a photo of his daughter in here.''
Michael was leaning against the fence, watching an old storage room. Abruzzi approached him and leaned against the fence too.
''Fire.''Abruzzi said.
''What?''Michael asked.
''Fire. We burn the place down.''Abruzzi replied.
''How's that gonna help?''Michael asked.
''A few years ago, the chapel burnt down and the DOC realised they had some toxic issues. You know asbestos, lead paint, you name it. They couldn't find a contractor so they put the prisoners on the job. We spent like five, six hours in there at time. The good thing is no guards came around almost at all''Abruzzi replied.
''Can you get us there?''Michael asked.
''I've been thinking.''T-Bag said as he approached them with Seth who was holding his pocket by his side, ''I'm gonna need a P.I card, aren't I? That's where this whole thing happened.''
''It's on it's way.''Abruzzi said.
T-Bag giggled, ''You're slow walking me, aren'r you? Why would I do that? You think Bellick gonna pop me for shanking that CO, Bob ? Maybe you'll take a little walk, tell him for yourself? And I'll be out of here for good. Well I got new for you.'' he said, ''If I go down for killing Bob, I'm gonna take a little walk for my own. Tell'em about that hole you got behind your toilet.'' he explained as he shrugged, ''So how about that P.I card?''
Bellick along with other prisoners guards were checking the cell in order to find photo of Bob daughter because it will show them who killed him. Michael and Sucre were watching this from their cell.
''He'll toss every cell in this block until he finds the killer.''Sucre stated.
''I know.''Michael agreed.
''We turn T-Bag in. That's the only way it'll stop them.''Sucre said.
''We turn him in, he'll talk.''Michael said.
''So we're screwed aren't we?''Sucre asked.
Later that day Michael, Sucre, Abruzzi, Lincoln and David were walking to storage room with packages in their hands.
''Which one?''Lincoln asked.
''This one. St Louis.''Michael replied as he and the rest of the team walked inside. They put packages on the shelf. After that Michael walked to the doors of break room and opened it. Unfortunely a few guards were inside. One of them aimed his shotgun at them and said.
''What are you doing in here?''
''We thought it was storage.''Michael replied.
''This look like a storage to you idiot ? It's a restricted area a CO break room.''Prison Guard said as reloaded his shotgun, ''Back it up!''
''Sorry officer.''Abruzzi said as he and the rest walked through the doors which were leading outside, ''It won't happen again.''
Not long after that they walked inside P.I room.
''A freaki' break room? Are you kidding me?''Sucre asked.
''They must have changed it since the retrofit.''Abruzzi replied.
''Great...just great. Michael do you have a backup plan?''David asked.
''No. It's the only room on top of that pipe. We gotta get back in there.''Michael replied.
''That's impossible Michael. You know what will happen when we will open that door.''David said.
''Maybe not.''Lincoln said, looking through the window. The rest of the team walked to him, ''Check it out.'' Westmoreland was the reason why they walked to Lincoln because he walked through the doors of break room.
''How come they let him in?''Sucre asked.
''They trust him. That's why.''Lincoln replied.
''How can your earn a trust?''Michael asked.
''Have a spotless record for last 30 years.''Lincoln replied.
''So that counts us out.''David stated.
''Which means we've gotta get him on board.''Michael said.
''Forget it. They guy's a boy scout.''Lincoln said.
Michael approached Charles who was sitting on the bench, ''Mr Westmoreland.''
''Hey Michael.''Westmoreland greeted him.
''You find your cat?''Michael asked.
''Still M.I.A.''Charles replied.
''You could always get another.''Michael said.
''I don't want another besides it's a moot point. She was grandfathered. Once she's gone no more pets.''Westmoreland said.
''Wouldn't be an issue if you were on the outside.''Michael said.
Westmoreland laughed, ''Still tugging on that leash, eh?''
''Yup.''Michael smiled.
''And this is part when I extend a formal invitation cause you still think I'm D.B Cooper?''Westmoreland asked.
''I don't think. I know.''Michael said as he sat next to Westmoreland, ''The way I see it, you're in here doing 60 to life for vehicular manslaughter. It would have been 20, but the car you were in was stolen. Felony murder rule cubes every sentence. And here you are.''
''Hitting that woman was an accident but no one accidentaly steals a car.''Westmoreland stated.
''So the question is, why would Charles Westmoreland be in Arizona boosting a car ten states away from where he lived, and only ten miles from the Mexican border? And why, two days before that, would someone make a phone call to his wife from a motel in Portland, a stone's throw away from the airport out of which, shortly after, flight 305 was hijacked by one DB Cooper? Seven hours after the hijacking, records show Charles Westmoreland was treated for a busted knee at a free clinic in Brigham City. Only way to get from Portland, Oregon to Brigham City, Utah in seven hours is in a car breaking every land speed record known to man, or 's public record DB Cooperjumped out of that 727 about an hour after a dive at 10,000 feet with 1.5 million in cash and a hastily packed parachute might make for a pretty rough enough to shatter some even a left Cooperwouldhave had a car waiting for to DMV records, in 1971 Charles Westmoreland was the proud owner of a '65 Chevy it happens, a '65 Chevy Nova with the registration number scraped off was found abandoned with a blown gasket along the Arizona border, a mile or two awafrom where you accidentally hit that woman with your stolen car.''Michael said.
''Interesting story.''Westmoreland said.
''Interesting man.''Michael said.
''But you didn't anwer one thing. What's that? Maybe I did hurt my knee, I did steal that car, and I did accidentally hit that poor lady. But how could I have hijacked a plane in Portland on November 24th when I was in Folsom finishing up a 30-day drunk and disorderly? I hope you weren't hanging this whole escape on that money, cos I'm not the one in possession of it.''Westmoreland explained, ''Thanks for the invite, though.''
Michael and Sucre were in their cell. Michael was laying on his bunk and Sucre was walking from the wall to the toilet.
''We have to go in there ourselves then.''Sucre said.
''Like I said unless the old man's in It's not possible.''Michael said.
''I've been thinking and I think I got an idea.''Sucre said as he leaned against the wall in front of Michael who turned to him.
''And ?''Michael asked.
''That think you're doing in Pope's office.''Sucre replied before asking his cell mate a question, ''You using rubber glue ?''
''Yeah.''Michael replied.
''Can you get some out?''Sucre asked.
''Maybe...Why?''Michael asked.
''If we can get rubber cement in the bottom of that coffee pot, when the burner goes on.''Sucre replied, litting up a match with smile on his face.
''It's good idea.''Michael agreed, ''But we will never get into that room without Westmolerand.''
''He doesn't want to be part of this plan?''Sucre asked.
''No.''Michael replied.
''Then what does he want ? He's gotta want something.''Sucre said.
Then an idea appeared in Michael's mind. He was going to find Westmoreland cat, hoping that this will convice an elder prisoner to help them.
Michael was walking to Westmoreland who sat on the same place like yesterday. The only difference was that Michael had Marilyn in his hands. Westmoreland noticed his car. He quickly stood up and walked over to Michael who handed him his cat.
''I can't believe it.''Westmoreland said while holding his cat in his hands, ''Thank you.''
''You're welcome.''Michael said.
''Where did you find it?''Westmoreland asked.
''In the yard by the chapel.''Michael replied.
''Why do I get the feeling there's a string attached to this?''Charles asked.
''Not a string. Just a favour.''Michael replied.
''I'm not D.B Cooper.''Charles said.
''That's all right.''Michael said, ''Cause I don't need D.B Cooper to do what I need done.''
''What's that?''Charles asked.
''All I want you to do is take a certain coffee pot into the guard room at a certain time, and turn the burner on.''Michael replied.
''Why?''Charles asked.
''Let's just say it'd be in everyone's best interests if a fire were to start in there.''Michael said.
Charles looked at his Marilyn, ''Marilyn, did you think he was the arsonist type?''
Michael giggled, ''I'm not. I'm the cleanup crew type. The type that gets access to all kinds of tools.''
''Michael, I'm grateful for this, I really am, but I've made it a point to keep my nose clean ever since I walked into this place. If that parole board date ever comes, I want to be ready.I can't jeopardise that.''Charles explained, ''Sorry.'' he apologized as he sat down on the bench. Michael started to walk away but he was stopped by Charles. Michael turned to him, ''Thanks though, really.''
Later that day Charles was reading a newspaper in his cell. Suddenly Bellick showed up in an entrance of his cell.
''You got Marilyn back.''Bellick said to him.
''Sure did.''Charles said back
''That's good.''Bellick said as he opened his pack of cigarettes, ''How long you quit smoking?''
''A little over nine years ago.''Charles replied.
''You don't mind?''Bellick asked as he put a cigarrete in his mouth. He lit it before saying, ''A feel a kindship with you Charles.'' He said as he walked into Charles cell, ''More than any other con here. And we've seen a lot. Haven't we?''
''Sure have.''Charles agreed.
''Then correct me if Im wrong. I always treated you fair.''Bellick said.
''I've always appreciated that.''Charles said.
''I'd know Bob since he was 18. I got him this job. You can imagine how responsible I feel.''Bellick said sadly.
''I can't help you with that boss.''Charles said.
''I think you can. Word is he died in front of your cell. And you were right there when it happened.''Bellick stated.
''We've both been around long enough to know that when a con starts that snitching business, he's not long for this world.''Charles remarked, ''Don't put me in that pisition boss.''
Bellick's eye twitched, ''If you don't tell me who killed Bob before I leave this cell our friendship goes with it.''Bellick threatened but Charles stayed silent. Bellick stood up and looked at Marilyn and said, ''That's a nice cat.'' before leaving Charles cell. He walked past T-Bag, Trokey, Seth and Trokey' cell mate.
''Westmoreland knows.''Trokey stated before entering his cell, ''And his jaw ain't that strong.''
Later that day a few prisoners stood in front of Charles cell. Ed and David were among them.
''That's messed up.''One prisoner said.
''Yeah. Poor old man.''David said.
''Poor cat...''Ed said sadly.
''Does he even know?''One prisoner asked.
''I don't think so.''Another prisoner replied.
''There he is.''Ed said as he noticed Westmoreland who was walking towards them. Prisoners which were standing in front of Westmoreland's cell slowly walked away, leaving the owner of the cell confused. His confusion changed into sadness when he walked into his cell because his cat was dead. He knelt down and grabbed Marilyn. He held it close to him and was about to cry but when he noticed Bellick who was checking another cell his sadness changed into desire...desire for revenge.
Meanwhile Trokey was reading something on his bunk. He stopped to read it when he noticed that T-Bag was standing in the cell entrance.
''What's up T.''T-Bag greeted, ''We're like family right?''
''We are.''Trokey replied as he jumped off of his bunk.
''Well, I'm in a quandary and I need your help.''T-Bag said.
''Name it.''Trokey said.
''Bellick's squeezing tighter and tighter round here. Eventually somebody's mouth is gonna start moving. Thing is, Trokey, if I get popped for this, what with my priors and predisposition to violent behaviour I'll spend the rest of my life in the SHU. But if you come forward, with only a drug conviction and a whole lotta remorse.''T-Bag was trying to explain but he was interrupted by Trokey who said
''I can't.''
''I ain't finished.''T-Bag said.
''No need. I ain't going down for murdering.''Trokey said, ''You understand that? You ain't mad?''
''No Trokey. I'm not mad.''T-Bag replied calmly and he friendly slapped Trokey before leaving his cell.
Westmoreland wyalked into the break room. He walked to Bellick's locker and opened it. He took out a packet of cigarettes and took out one cigarette out of it. After that he sat on the chair and picked up lighter which was laying on it.
Not long after that a lot of prisoners were watching a fire truck which was ridding towards the location where break room was. Charles was among them for a short moment. He came up to Michael with satisfied smile on his face.
''Thank you Charles.''Michael said.
''I didn't do it for.''Westmoreland stated before walking away from Michael.
After the fireman did their job Pope along with fireman and guards were looking for source of the fire. One of prison guards found the source on the floor and handed it to Pope who knew who knew which guard smoking this type of cigarettes.
''Bellick.''He said while looking at Bellick who looked at him in confusion,
''Captain Bellick.''Mack said as he walked into the break room with Seth by his side. ''I've got someone to see you.''
''What the hell you want?''Bellick said as he walked to Seth.
''I know who killed Bob...''Seth said.
T-Bag was talking with Trokey. Suddenly two prison guards with Bellick on their lead walked into A-Wing. Bellick entered Trokey's cell and lifted the matress. After not long search he found a photo of Bob's daughter. He picked it up and angrily walked out of the cell with this photo in his hand.
''I don't know how that get there.''Trokey said in confusion before prison guards started to drag him away, ''It's a mock! It's a mock! You set me up!''
''Bad enough that you killed a guard. Don't try to lay it off on somebody else.''T-Bag said before walking into his cell with smile. Seth homever, wasn't happy for what he did.
Meanwhile Ed was inside his cell, laying on his bunk. He noticed his friend Eddy who was standing in front of the entrance of his cell ''Hi Eddy.''
''Hi Ed.''Eddy said, ''Where's Double D?''
''He's trying to find Westmoreland. He wants to say his condolences to him about this cat.''Ed said.
''That's good because now I want to talk with you. I will talk with him later about...''Eddy said.
''About what ?''Ed interrupted him.
''About our little breakout.''Eddy replied.
''Don't you remember Eddy? David told us about that they are thinking about taking us with them.''Ed said.
''Yes I know. But I don't want to wait until they made off out of this prison.''Eddy said.
''Huh?''Ed asked.
''We're going to talk with them when they will be on their way to the break room and tease them.''Eddy replied.
Ed and Eddy were walking through the . As they were getting closer they could notice that T-Bag was doing the same thing they wanted to. They quickly started to run towards T-Bag to add something to his
''All those night in California...St Louis...''T-Bag said.
''Yes.''Eddy said as he quickly approched T-Bag, ''Like he said. Those cool night in those cool cities.''Eddy said.
''So we're going in with you or not?''T-Bag asked.
T-Bag and two of the three Eds walked into burned break room. Everyone in the room were shooting them an angry glare. Then everyone looked at Bellick.
''I want this place gutted. The dry wall's gotta be torn out. Studs gotta be removed.''Bellick ordered.
''Boss we got some toxic issues.''Abruzzi said.
Take it up with the union.''Bellick said, making Abruzzi giggle, ''All I'm saying is this room's your only priority now. It better be brand spanking new when you're done. If anybody's thinking about getting cute, trying to trunk one of these tools out of here, Brady's got the outline of every piece of hardware in here. And at the end of every day, every single piece better match up, or you're all going to the hole.''
''Of course your majesty.''David said. He then looked at Michael who was shooting him an angry glare, ''What?''
''David. We were thinking about taking them with us. We told you that you can tell them about that. There was no need for this situation by the fence.''Michael said.
''Because I did but they didn't listened.''David said as he turned to Eddy.
''I'm sorry David. We didn't wanted to wait.''Eddy said.
''Yeah.''Ed agreed, ''Like Eddy said.''
''So shall we begin?''Eddy asked.
''Yeah. Let's go.''Michael agreed. He and Lincoln moved the table and pulled the carpet away from the floor, revealing a drain pipe, ''There goes down four feet. Connects to the main drain below. All we've got to do is widen it and we've got ourselves and on-ramp to route.'' He explained as he walked to the wheelbarrow in which were the tools and handed a sladgehammer to Lincoln and Ed.
''They're gonna hear this.''Lincoln said.
''They won't.''Michael said as he moved sheet of cloth over the drain. After that he picked up a sledgehammer. He was about to hand it to T-Bag but he hesitated.
''C'mon pretty. We're in the same team now.''T-Bag said. Michael throwed him a sledgehammer in response. He and then grabbed one on their own. Sucre and David went to guard the door.
''Best get crackin' eh?''T-Bag said.
''Shut up.''Lincoln said before he, T-Bag, Michael and Ed started to hit the floor with sledgehammers.