Bellick had no shame, he never had done. He found that pride stood in the way of getting what he wanted out of life. There was nothing he wouldn't do to benefit himself. Sucre knew this and he thanked the heavens that he had someone to do the things that he couldn't bring himself to do.
Bellick walked nervously up the scum ridden steps, trying to show as much confidence as possible, even if he had to fake it. He had been weary enough of T-Bag when he was a guard at Fox river but he was petrified now that he was in a situation where he was at the high of dangerousness. He was beyond desperate at this point, and it was this, and this only that dragged him up the stairs towards T-Bags quaters.
Michael was unable to lift his head from his hands, he just sat silently in the corner with his Nephew and Brother crouching next to him. "How do you know that Michael?" Lincoln questioned, not wanting his brother to hang on Susan's every word without any proof of them having any truth to them. Michael began to shake his head subltly yet steadily, back and forth, still remaining silent. Lincoln raised his hand and placed it to rest on Michaels knee. "Michael, are you sure or are you just clutching at straws?" From the very moment Michael raised his head Lincoln knew that Michael truly believed his words, he noticed a part of the old Michael in his expression, even if it was very subtle. He resembled the man he had been before any of their trauma had begun and they were just normal people. An element of relaxation was evident mixed with the stress he still had hanging over him. "She was there Linc, she spoke to me" he beamed, a smile cemented to his face that could not have been wider. As he the words left his mouth he realised what he had said and a warm feeling surged through him. "She spoke to me" he repeated in a whisper.
L.J. spun his head around to look at his father, trying to analyse by his expression what he had made of the revelation. Lincoln stared ahead blankly, doing everything within his power to process the information and reach a conclusion. He quickly realised that it was Michael that needed to assess the situation more than anyone. "You're sure it was her?" Lincoln asked, realising that it was a stupid question but still felt that it was relevent. Michael exchanged a look with his brother that removed all need for an answer. He knew it was Sara, after all the time he had spent in varias prisons and even on the run he had had so much time to think of her, to imagine her face in his head and to replay some of the things she had said to him in his head. It was not something he could mistake. "So what did they want?" Lincoln was forced to ask eventually.
Susan sat on a chair at the opposite end of the room to the woman who had fallen victim to her fear of the company for the past few weeks. She hated herself for not stopping it but she simply couldn't. She dreaded each day as she never knew the horrors that would face her and she was unsure on how much more emotional strain she could take. Sara had not stopped crying since her brief phone call with her soulmate. She was elated at the fact that they had been connected in anyway, even something as simple as a phone call. She didn't care that he had not been able to say anything. Just to know that he was on the other end of the line was enough. Her tears were a mixture of happiness, confusion and sorrow. She missed Michael intensly and she feared for his life every day. Over-hearing the conversations that Susan had over the phone each day made her feel sick as her eyes were opened even wider to the full extent of what they were capable of.
Bellick lifted his head back and closed his eyes, taking some precious few seconds to prepare himself for the conversation ahead. With no further delay he power walked through the door, not wanting to give himself any more time to let the coward within himself kick in. He was greeted by T-Bag almost immediatly and found himself sounding suprisingly confident. "T-Bag, looks like your doing good for yourself" he commented casually. T-Bag began to smile as he looked around the room, "I guess I have" he chuckled, appreaciatting the first warm voice he had heard sinse he had arrived. "I got a propasition for you" Bellick continued, T-Bag didn't break his stare on Bellick, intriqued as to where the conversation was heading. "I figured that your gonna need some henchmen to start yourself off." He began. "I mean you can't run this place by yourself, let me be be your Sammy." With this he smiled and outstretched his hand to T-Bag, and continued, "I mean we have been through so much together in this place, I have witnessed so much" he said hinting towards Lechero's murder. "Who could you trust more than me?" A life time of habit had taught T-Bag to be weary so he immediatly questioned Bellicks motives. "I am just trying to get along in this place" he replied, "I'm just doing what I can to make my time easier." Pulled in by a false sense of friendship, his lonliness was his downfall for the second time in his life. He took Bellicks hand and embraced it with his firmly, "Amigos" he chuckled.