AN: Don't own anything from PB, this is just me playing around with them. R&R pls!
AN:This one goes out to Scary-Girly my faithful reader! I know the chapters are short but they are all building up to a big climax. The sisters past will be revealed by chap 5. Thanks for R&R! Hope you enjoy!
Sucre walked onto the yard for prisoners and made his way towards his P.I. crew that was gathering. The suspects were already there ready to proceed with the digging that needed to be completed before they could escape.
T-Bag was being his usual charming self and was blabbing to everyone with no one paying attention. Westmoreland was talking to Lincoln, Abruzzi was filling out paper work for the P.I. and C-Note was leaning against one of the walls shaking has head back and forth.
" Took you long enough to get your sissy ass up in here," C-Note said when he spotted Sucre. Sucre didn't bother answering. He had too many things running through his mind.
Abruzzi received the keys from one of the guards and unlocked the doors, everyone followed him inside. Westmoreland and Lincoln moved the table while C-Note took the metal plank out.
The crew looked at the amount of digging the still needed to do before the plan could be set in motion.
" Ah, I can smell freedom already," T-Bag said staring at the hole.
"Na, man I think what you smelling is the stench of your trailer park ass," C-Note said.
Lincoln cut them off before anything else was said." Where's Michael?" Lincoln asked.
All eyes landed on Sucre." He's entertaining," Sucre said.
"Now, I don't know about you but why is it that were here, while Pretty is over there pleasuring his need. How is that fair, huh? " T -Bag said with a smirk on his face.
Lincoln just looked at him trying to hold his temper under raps. God know he wanted to slap T-Bad to next Sunday if he could.
Abruzzi looked up from the papers he was reading," Why don't you shut your self up and start digging Sergeant Sodomy."
" Now, now John, sticks and stones may hurt my bones but words can never hurt me." T-Bag said as he walked up where the shovels were and picked one up.
Lincoln turned to Sucre. " Well?"
"Well what?" Sucre asked him
"Well who's visiting him?" Lincoln asked.
" Fish got a taste of some and he called her back for seconds." C-Note said while digging the shovel into the ground.
" Shove it!" Michael exclaimed at him
Westmoreland made his way outside to be on the look out for the guards.
" It's your sister." Sucre said staring up at him.
Lincoln looked up at him like someone just slapped him with a ten pound brick.
Abruzzi looked up from his papers.
C-Note and T-Bag stopped digging.
" Oh, now, now look it here, Pretty is getting it on with his own flesh and blood." T-Bag said running his finder along his lips.
Lincoln's head was pounding. Michael was with who?How? No, why would he involve her. After everything. There were just some thing that were to much. And involving her was stepping over the line, stepping way over the line.
"I'm going to skin him," Lincoln said as he picked up the last shovel and dug it into the ground.