Fallen
#18
I took a seat at the same table that I had sat at one day prior, waiting for Sucre. I couldn't imagine how bad I looked. Not only had I been up for over twenty four hours, I was still wearing yesterdays outfit; a result of not going home the night before. Just as I was about to fall asleep where I sat, I was yanked back into reality. "Rough night?" It was Sucre, he sat down grinning. "You don't even want to know." I answered with a tired smile. "Didn't you wear that yesterday?" he asked gesturing to my clothes, laughing. "Shut up!" I said with mock anger. "Your offer still on the table?" He asked suddenly serious. "Only if you're gonna take it." I said. He nodded, "You sure you want to know what he's planning?" "No. I don't want to know." He gave me a "you're kidding right?" look. "I need to know." I finished putting an emphasis on the word "need". A wave of relief must have washed over him, as I could literally see him relax. He looked around the room, making sure that everyone else was out of ear shot before leaning on the table, motioning for me to do the same. "We're breaking out of here!" He whispered excitedly before leaning back. There was no way that he just said what he said. Was there? I sat in shock still halfway on the table. "No way!" I exclaimed breathlessly. "Way!" he replied mocking me. "Wait a second. Who is "we"?" I asked trying to gauge how big this thing really was. "The guys on P.I." He answered simply. "So there are five of you." I said. "Six." He corrected me. "What? With Abruzzi gone there's only five." "Yeah, but you're forgetting Westmoreland. How did you know about Abruzzi?" He asked confused, since it had happened at least an hour after he thought I left. "I was here when it happened. Why does that name sound familiar?" I asked aloud more to myself than him. "Westmoreland?" he asked. "Yeah." "You saw him in the Popes office." He answered as if he had been in there with me. I gave him a confused look. "He told us he saw you there." He explained. That made sense, it kinda creeped me out but it made sense. I knew that they would have been talking about the paper I was supposedly writing, I guess it just never occurred to me that they would actually be talking about me. "When and how is this going to happen? I mean you can't just waltz out of a maximum security prison. Where are you going to go once you get outside these walls?" I couldn't see any way that this would work. "It's happening the day after tomorrow. How is complicated. I'm pretty sure that Michael is the only one who really understands that part. The rest of us just take his word for it. C-Note is having someone pick us up, after that I don't know. Abruzzi was in charge of that." There was an awkward silence after the mention of Abruzzi. You know the kind, when something unpleasant is mentioned and you can either pursue the topic or change it. I opted for the latter. "How can I get a hold of this "someone"?" I asked of C-Notes people. "You'd have to ask C-Note about that." Sucre answered. I let out a frustrated sigh. I didn't have the time to wait until tomorrow to see C-Note and talk to his people and do God knows that else would need to be done to make sure that this thing went off without a hitch. "Here," I said grabbing a piece of paper and writing on it. "This is my number, give it to C-Note and have him call me tonight. Don't let anyone else know about this!" I ordered. "What if he don't want to call you?" he asked. "You're going to have to make sure he does. Tell him everything that I've told you, tell him whatever you have to in order to get him to call me!" I said. "I'll do what I can." He assured me as the guard announced that our time was up. "It has got to be tonight! I don't need to tell you that we don't have much time." I said while standing. "Tonight, got it." He repeated nodding his understanding. "Wrap it up, Sucre!" The guard ordered. I clasped Sucre's right hand between both of mine. "Thank you, for telling me all this." I said genuinely grateful. He nodded and began to turn away. I quickly grasped his hand tighter "Hey Sucre." He turned to look at me. "See you on the other side!"