Prison Break
Chapter 4
P.I Time
Michael sat quietly on the bleachers as he watched everyone boredly, just to everyone else it seemed as though he only did that, but, behind him he was slowly unscrewing a screw from the top seat.
"Fish!!"
Michael quietly looked over and Sucre ran up and sat beside him. "You never answered my question."
Michael smirked and he looked towards Lincoln's direction, who was sitting against the wall, tapping his head. "Doesn't matter..." He then placed his hands into his pockets and walked off.
As he did, T-Bag suddenly sat down beside Sucre and he gripped his shoulder holding him down. "You cellie with pretty?"
"Sure, but what's it to ya?"
"Cell 40?"
"Yeah"
As Sucre looked, T-Bag was gone.
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Lincoln once again sat quietly in the chapel, starring boredly up at the preacher and again listening to T-Bag.
"Pretties in Cell 40! I'm going to pay him a little visit tonight!"
Lincoln could only chuckle as he shook his head.
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Michael sat quietly in his cell, sitting on his bed he rest back against the wall examining a screw in his hand. He looked over it quietly, then he turned and rest down on his stomach and looking under his bed he began to rub the end of the screw against the metal, grinding it down.
T-Bag slowly made his way to the stairs and taking the first step, he turned his pocket inside out and slowly he made his way up to the floor, a smirk on his face and a knife held in his hand behind his back. "You up there pretty?"
Michael suddenly stopped hearing T-Bag and he slowly sat up then he stood and he went to the front of the cell and he looked out, listening.
"I want to talk with you...I want to be your friend."
Michael glared listening, then slipping the screw into his pocket he stepped out of his cell and T-Bag fell still. "Aw, ain't that just cute? You came to my call."
Michael watched him approach then he looked to the inside out pocket.
"Shall we go for a walk?"
Before anything else was said, a loud buzzer went off and the prisoners screamed and rattled there cells as officers stepped in with new prisoners. "Welcome home boys!!" Bellick stepped to the side letting the prisoners through and T-Bag looked down to them all and he chuckled softly. Lust in his eyes as he licked his lips. "They just keep on comin!" He smirked and looked to Michael, and he shook his head. "They don't compare to you though pretty."
As he laughed, Michael backed into his cell and he returned to grinding down the screw.
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Later that day, as prisoners sat in the yard, Michael planted himself once again on the bleachers now holding a sharpened screw in hand.
"Someone said your looking for me!"
Michael looked towards the voice and John stepped onto the bleachers, as his gang surrounded them.
"The Mexican mentioned you fish, said you needed something?"
Michael slipped the screw into his pocket and he looked up to him. "I need help, but before I say anything...I need your trust."
John smirked and he leaned towards Michael, making there faces inches apart and he whispered. "Trust...is a VERY rare word inside these walls boy."
Michael looked over him quietly. "Perhaps you recognize this word..." He then dropped his voice, leaning closer. "Fibonacci..."
John instantly froze and he leaned back, looking over Michael in shock. "How do you know Fibonacci?"
Without a word Michael stood and he shoved passed John softly, and one of his men lifted up a paper crane and they blinked. Then John turned to Michael and watched him walk away.
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Sucre sat quietly on his bed, his head resting back against the wall as he sang softly to himself looking through an old magazine.
"I need something from you Sucre..."
Sucre nodded softly. "Anything bro..."
Suddenly a sheet was thrown at him and he raised it up, raising a brow.
"Hang that..."
As those words where spoken, Sucre quickly hurried off his bed and he dropped down beside Michael. "Fuck no man, do you have any idea what hanging sheets mean!?"
Michael turned to him, pulling out the screw. "At the moment I'm not worried about that." He then went over to the toilet, and positioning the screw in place, he began to unscrew it.
"What are you doing man?"
"Open 40!"
Sucre and Michael both quickly turned to face the front and Bellick stepped up. "Scofield! Abruzzi would like a word with you."
Michael walked past the two and Sucre licked his lips in worry as the cell was closed.
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Michael quietly headed down the stairs and making it to the bottom John stepped out in front of him suddenly, hand in pocket. "You have something I want..." Michael looked to his hand, then up to him cautiously. "But, apparently I won't get that unless I give YOU what you want...so," He pulled his hand from his pocket and he was holding a P.I card. "Welcome to the club!"
Michael blinked and he looked over him then the card and as he grabbed it, John quickly grabbed his wrist and he pulled him close, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Now I expect to get Fibonacci...and if I don't get that..." John slowly released him and he walked away without another word.
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Hours later Bellick stepped into the block. "P.I...LINE IT UP!"
Random cells began to open and prisoners stepped out, John watched quietly from his cell and he smirked seeing Michael. "I don't know what you did bro, but congrats, no one has EVER gotten into P.I so easily...I need to know that trick."
Michael stopped walking and he smirked looking back to him. "In due time Sucre..." He then continued and Sucre blinked.
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Charles "D.B Cooper" unlocked the door to the supply room and he opened it slowly, looking to John. "How's it goin?"
"Same old same old friend, we've got us a new fish..."
D.B looked and he watched Michael. "Ah, just a child..."
John nodded and he leaned against the wall watching Michael as well.
Michael worked around some, then he looked to Lincoln's prison. "Ya alright man?"
"Where's Lincoln?"
Sucre pointed in John's direction. "Ask the boss."
Michael looked to John quietly and pushing his shovel to the ground, he walked over.
Sucre blinked hearing steps then he stood tall. "No, not now!!"
As Michael walked up, John pushed himself from the wall and he held his arm out, stopping Michael in his tracks and he dropped his voice. "Fibonacci..."
"Where's Lincoln?"
"Tell me how you know about Fibonacci."
"I thought Lincoln was in P.I?"
"You better tell me now kid or you'll be hurting later."
"Where the hell is Linc the Sink!?"
John rolled his eyes and he shoved Michael to the ground and just as he was about to kick him, Michael brought up a shovel and wacked John hard across the face, dropping him to the ground.
Two officers then came and dragged Michael off and John painfully sat up and he spit up blood and D.B stood him on his feet. "I hate kids..."
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Henry Pope Warden sat quietly in his office going over papers and sitting before him was a small model of the Taj-mah Hall, until his phone beeped. "Sir, Officer Bellick is here to see you."
Henry blinked then nodded. "Uh, bring him in." He then stood as the door opened and he blinked once more seeing Bellick, two officers, and Michael.
"There was a fight."
Henry nodded and brought the four into his office.
"Here in Fox River we do not tolerate this kind of thing Mr. Scofield, and if you'd like to continue doing so...by all means, be my guest, but I warn you now, if this happens again I will have you locked up in the SHU!" Michael nodded silently and Henry patted his shoulder. "Good boy, Bellick, Return him to his cell...one day in lock up."
Bellick nodded and tilting his hat he grabbed Michael and left.
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I still don't think there really wasn't a point for Michael to beat up Abruzzi, then again...he needed to get close or something. I don't know...lol