Prison Break
Chapter 14
And Then There Was Six
Michael slowly stepped from his cell as P.I was called out, he then slowly looked around the room catching glances and looks from different prisoners then he walked off, taking a deep breath.
"So, now what?"
Michael sighed a bit then he turned to John. "I'm going to head through the wall again, wander through some pipes..."
Sucre blinked and he stepped up to the two. "What for?"
"So I can find my way into the infirmary..."
Sucre nodded and the three began to work and C-Note glared raising a brow.
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Later that day, as Michael made his way back to his cell he got grabbed from behind and pulled into a dark room.
"Time we had a chat...about your medicine."
Michael turned and a light was flashed on and C-Note stepped up, Tilting the bottle side to side making the pills cling against the side. "You know you want them...you know you NEED them fish, and I am the only way your getting them."
Michael sighed softly. "What do you want?"
C-Note wrapped his arm around Michaels shoulders, pulling him close. "Ah, come on, don't play dumb...you know exactly what I want. Same thing our little singer T-Bag got."
Michael shook his head looking away. "I can't...you don't even know half the plan."
C-Note blinked then hugged Michael close. "Don't I? Oh but fish, your friends do talk a lot ya know...and while they talk they don't pay attention to whats around them. T-Bag heard it all and as long as he's on my side...I've got EVERYTHING!"
Michael continued to look away then he glared over. "I won't be able to trust you....yet."
C-Note smiled softly, patting Michael on the shoulder. "Don't talk like that..." He then placed the pills in his hand and he walked off.
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Later Michael stood in his cell, shirt off and he had his back to a mirror as he looked over it. Sucre stood in front of him looking over the tattoo. "So...pipes? Do you know your way around them?"
Michael looked to him then back to the tattoos. "It's like a garden maze inside these walls...so many pipes that if I take even one wrong turn I may not make it back in time for count."
Sucre bit his lip and he looked over him. "You WILL make it back....right?"
Michael only looked over the tattoo.
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T-Bag looked around as he sat on the bleachers, again holding his pocket. Slowly he looked around the yard then he stopped looking at D.B, he then glared angerly.
"I need a favor..."
T-Bag quickly stood and he looked to C-Note. "What do you need...friend?"
C-Note stepped up and he stared off into the distance. "Get me around Scofield..."
T-Bag smirked and he leaned his head to towards C-Note. "You want to be with pretty?...Well, all you have to do is talk with our little mob boss over there." C-Note looked in the direction T-Bag nodded too and he nodded some. "Alright..." As he left, T-Bag licked his lips then he took off.
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In the middle of the night, Michael sat beside the toilet, unscrewing it once more. In the front Sucre looked around for officers. "So, when you get through the pipes...what next?" As Michael finished he pulled the toilet from the wall and took a breath.
"I find my way under the infirmary."
Sucre blinked then he shook his head. "Whatever Papi...I just hope this works." As he said this he looked over the cell block and he caught looks from John, D.B, T-Bag and C-Note. "For your sake..." Michael soon vanished and Sucre quietly hung the sheet, blocking the glares.
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Michael came to a stop as he looked over the hole in the wall and he smirked. Slowly crawling in, he began his journey through the pipes.
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"Abruzzi!!!"
John sat up and he yawned. "Boss..."
"Someone needs to talk with you."
John blinked and C-Note stepped up. "Let's talk..."
John watched him then he glared. "What?"
"I want in P.I...You put me in and you won't regret it later, if not well..."
John chuckled and he stood. "Sorry, there isn't any room. Come back in a month."
C-Note suddenly grabbed John by the shirt collar and pulled him close. "I know about yours and Scofields escape...and if you don't let me into P.I, a lot of other people will know and trust me there will be consequences."
John looked over C-Note then he pulled away. "Just so you know...it is I who makes the rules, you want in...you better earn it."
C-Note glared then stomped off and John sat down.
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Michael came to a stop and looked around cautiously, he then spotted a man hole and he continued forward, after awhile he ended at another hole. He then stood there and closed his eyes.
Michael walked over to the wall, a black permanent marker in his hand and he began to draw over the blueprints, making a maze over the structures. He then put a dot on the line of the way out, then he circled the spot with the man hole and the devil hole.
Michael opened his eyes and he headed back to his cell.
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"Bed check!!"
Sucre quickly stepped back and he fixed the toilet then he climbed onto his bed and he closed his eyes, waiting for the noise of the toilet, but nothing was heard.
As the officer slowly approached, the toilet screeched and Michael crawled out. "Every thing's set, tomorrow I'm going to get to work on the infirmary."
Sucre smiled happily then he looked as a light flashed into the cell. "What are you doing Scofield?"
Michael raised his hand, blocking the light. "I got sick..." The officer then left and Michael and Sucre smiled.
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In the morning, as they all headed for P.I...C-Note walked up with Bellick. "Ladies, say hello to your little buddy, C-Note!!! Enjoy."
After making it outside, John suddenly grabbed C-Note and slammed him hard into the fence. "I did not give you permission!!"
T-Bag suddenly shoved between the two and he swiped out a card. "Read em and weep...you signed him up, don't you remember "boss?"
John snatched up the card and he looked over it, then he shoved it back. "Don't think your all high and mighty...you won't get away with this." He then stomped off and C-Note took the card.
"Oh, but we already have...in the words of Bellick, and yourself as well. "By permission of John Abruzzi, Benjamin will be aloud to join P.I!!"
Michael stood quietly watching the two, then he continued racking and Lincoln stood at the fence watching the three.
"If this keeps going you'll have more people then needed."
"It's too late...but that doesn't change anything, will just continue on."
"And what, promise me freedom? Michael, come on, open your eyes!! You're dealing with crazy and deadly people...you made your first mistake when you included Abruzzi!!"
Michael turned and glared over. "I can't escape alone...I know that, we both know that! Linc, I know I can trust them!" Lincoln growled and he shoved away from the fence and Michael continued his work.
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Later that day, as they all returned to there cells, Sucre lay up on his bed writing a small letter and Michael sat on the floor looking over the other cells.
"Ya got a girlfriend? How bout a wife?"
Michael smirked and he looked over. "Who wants to know?"
Sucre shrugged smiling softly. "Well, I've been in here a long time and...I don't really know how to tell my girl how much I REALLY love her, and you...you've only been here a couple months, and you may be able to help." Michael chuckled and he looked out of the cell then C-Note stepped up.
"So, ya going to let me in on anything...or am I goin to have to get good ol' Theodore?"
Michael lowered his gaze then he looked back up, crossing his arms. "What, is he not telling you anything anymore?"
C-Note smirked and he leaned on the cell. "I gave you your pills...thats all the trust I have, now are you going to talk...or not?" Michael sighed and he shook C-Notes hand then he looked away.
"Anyway....girlfriend?"
Michael sighed and he laid down looking up. "Use words like "passion" or "sweetheart"..."
Sucre nodded and he smiled happily as he began to write. "Great idea!! Yeah...um, hm." Everything fell quiet then Sucre peeked down at Michael. "Is that a S.H or..." Michael blinked some a bit dazed then he shook his head and looked away quietly.