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Chapter Twenty-Five "Something's getting in the way,
something's just about to break,
I will find my place..."
- Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin
Another day, another PI session to renovate the CO break room. Lincoln and Michael's arms were occupied; Lincoln with a shovel and a bag of cement tucked under one arm while Michael held onto two shovels leaving Eve to have her arms hang freely by her sides as they walked.
"I found our access to the infirmary building," Michael said remembering about his little escapade late last night "but I'm gonna need some time to make it work,"
Eve furrowed her brows in confusion as Michael ranted off about his to-do list for the day but both men had yet to remember her lack of update on the escape-plan problem.
"How much time?" Lincoln asked.
"Enough time for me to find my way up a 20ft vertical drainpipe without using a ladder," Michael took a breath, "I'll probably need to skip PI tomorrow if I wanna get this thing done,"
"That's easier said than done Michael," she rolled her eyes, "those bulls could pop in anytime."
"Well, I don't have a choice do I?" Michael retorted, "Once we get through the pipe below the guard's room, it'll be a whole lot easier, I can come and go without using the door and with Westmoreland as a look out, we'll have one more man available for digging,"
Lincoln sighed, "Westmoreland is going to be a problem,"
Eve frowned, "Why?"
Lincoln looked over at the smaller inmate, "All eight of us can't break over that wall in 18 minutes, Michael said it himself," he gave his brother a glance, "It's impossible,"
Eve nodded slowly, "That would mean, one of us has to go,"
Michael nodded, "I know,"
They turned the corner to the room and were surprised at seeing C-Note standing there leaning against the door smirking at them, "Mind if I share that with the rest of the class?"
Eve gave the inmate a cheeky grin, "If we said yes, would you not?" but her reply was a simple dirty look followed by C-Note turning swiftly on his heels and marching into the room with the others. "Great..." Eve mumbled over to Michael, "As if we don't have enough problems as it is,"
"Apparently," C-Note began with that cocky smirk on his face, "college boy here did the math,"
Eve rubbed Michael's arm as she noticed him pressing at his temple to relieve a sudden ache in his head. He looked down at her trying to smile but she understood and grabbed his hand giving him a message that she was still with him.
"Figured out we got too many clowns in the car, so one of us in here is digging but his seat ain't guaranteed,"
Instantly all the inmates started to protest, Sucre stopped digging and stared over at Michael sharply.
"How's this your problem then?" Lincoln asked standing up for his younger brother.
Michael sighed, "He doesn't know what he's talking about,"
"I'm not gonna dig if I'm not gonna go," Sucre announced quickly throwing the shovel down onto the ground.
Eve rolled her eyes, "You're going Sucre, don't be such a drama queen," she said while placing a hand onto John's forearm, giving the older man a silent message. She knew he was getting angry at the turn of event. It had been John, Michael and Lincoln that were planned to leave in the beginning then she came along being invited by Michael himself and Sucre and Charles were two needed addition then by two strokes of bad luck, T-Bag and C-Note had found and wormed their way into the team.
"We need to make a decision who gets cut," Lincoln's deep voice echoed over anyone else's.
Eve looked over at John hearing him scoff loudly, "Well I think we all can agree who that should be," he announced looking at each inmate in the face. Eve knew who he was speaking off. Out of everyone in the escape team, the one that should leave for his terrible team playing skills, rude and crude remarks and just a plain eyesore-
T-Bag threw the door open and slipped into the room. "Pardon me for interrupting," T-Bag chuckled, "But uh...what's that smell?"
Eve looked over at John seeing that concentrated look on his face then over to Michael and back to T-Bag but all she could think about was how wrong things were going right now. Even with T-Bag's lame attempt at a joke was making the pathetic man somehow even more pathetic.
"It smells a little bit like conspiracy," T-Bag said sniffing a few times for added effect.
Michael rolled his eyes pulling the blue standard prison issued beanie off his head. "We need to get back to work," he announced giving Eve's hand a squeeze; glad they were standing side by side. He just knew if she hadn't been here, he wouldn't have made it this far in the plan.
"Yeah before you do, I have an announcement to make," T-Bag said, "I've been growing leering about the way y'all talk to me like I'm a lesser man,"
Eve gave a snort of laughter attempting to cover it up with a cough. Sucre caught her eyes from across the room and smirked at her. Michael rolled his eyes catching the exchange between the two inmates. Even in such a tense moment; Eve had somehow made it seem better.
"So I bought an insurance policy," T-Bag finished giving Eve a glare. "I called my guy on the outside and I told him about our plan, and I told him in all likelihood I'll be seeing him next week but," T-Bag paused giving some sort of effect, "if he don't hear from me five minutes before the escape and 20 minutes after, I told him to call up the warden blow the whistle on the whole thing," T-Bag warned giving a small grin of his own, "so if yall got ideas about getting rid of me, I suggest you make other plans,"
Eve could feel Michael tensing up and she panicked for him. She looked over at T-Bag rolling her eyes, "Oh T-Bag, just because we can't rid ourselves of an eyesore like you doesn't mean your contact on the outside is safe,"
T-Bag narrowed his eyes at the female inmate wanting to slash her throat with his shank but the look John was giving him made him rethink.
The digging in the CO break room after T-Bag's confrontation was tense; everyone giving looks to each other hoping someone would make a mistake and be voted out of the team. Eve, Michael and Lincoln grouped close to each other as they worked while everyone else scattered themselves across the room. Michael and Eve quietly conversing amongst themselves trying to reassure the other about the current problem, Lincoln had to admit the sight was sweet to the point of being sick.
John was stood closer to the group having a tight close connection with Eve and since Eve had Michael wrapped around her finger without the two knowing plus with an added bonus that Michael needed a plane once they escaped.
Yep, John Abruzzi knew he was safe and would be among the leaving.
Sucre continued to dig but he glanced over at Michael bending forward closely to Eve as they whispered to each other. Watching them made him think of Maricruz and himself which brought on the current dilemma; having too many "clowns in the car" as C-Note had kindly announced to everyone. He had to think, he was important to the plan...right? Michael needed him if he wanted to leave the cell at night and crawl through the tunnels, he was Michael's cell mate and the other man wouldn't leave him. No way. At least he hoped.
So, Fernando Sucre more commonly known as Sucre hoped he was safe and among the leaving.
Charles frowned knowing he himself was safe at not being voted out of the team. Michael needed the money that he had and even if he was only here as a bank, he was safer than some others. The fact that Eve seemed to like him a lot in a friendly way favoured his way since Michael was sweet on the female inmate and wouldn't want to upset the woman.
Charles Westmoreland smiled to himself as he gave the wall a stroke of his brush, he was definitely safe.
C-Note grunted as he began digging after Sucre climbed out of the hole. He knew he was in a tight spot, nearly on the same rank as T-Bag in terms with the female inmate and he knew that if there was a vote, the female inmate would choose to have T-Bag kicked out but right now T-Bag was threatening them with his contact whistling to the warden, so he was pushed into the back burner. C-Note frowned looking over at Sucre and wondered if the Puerto Rican man knew much about Michael's plans. Maybe...just maybe...
Benjamin Miles Franklin known more commonly as C-Note nodded to himself, he wasn't safe but he had a plan.
T-Bag stood outside the door standing watch from any incoming bulls. He smirked to himself standing slightly slouched forward with his hands in his pockets; he believed he was smart enough to get himself an insurance knowing that he had put Pretty and his girlfriend in a tight spot. His girlfriend, T-Bag wanted to wring her pretty little neck with his hands wrapped tightly around it for having opened her big mouth and said those things. She deserved to be punished, he hoped Pretty would vote her out but he doubt it.
Theodore Bagwell sighed, he believed he was safe and that was all there is.
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