Warning: Strong Language.
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Fallen
#19
"Open up on 40!" The guard yelled once he reached Sucre and Michael's cell. The iron bars slid open allowing Sucre entrance. Michael was lying on his bed reading some book that Sucre had no desire to inquire about. "Close 40!" The guard yelled once more before leaving. "How was your visit?" Michael asked setting his book aside. "Good." Sucre answered simply, hoping that Michael would not pursue the topic any further. He didn't like lying to Michael, plus he was bad at it! "That's good." Michael replied before returning to his book. Sucre made a mental note to write a thank you letter to whoever wrote said book, assuming that the author was still alive. He climbed up onto his bed where he would wait until yard time, where he would be one step closer to P.I. meaning one step closer to freedom, and most importantly Maricruz.
"Cal, hey it's me. Uh, well you didn't come home last night and Veronica is kinda freakin' out. So give me a call when you get this okay? I guess I'll talk to you later." It was L.J. He had left the message when I was talking to Sucre, so I dialed his number and hit send. "Hello?" his groggy voice said. "What, did you just get up long enough to call me and then crash again?" I asked teasingly. "Maybe… Where are you?" he asked. "I'm on my way to Mercy Medical. Are you home alone?" "Yeah. Why are you going to the hospital?" he asked. "I'm gonna see if they can tell me anything about Abruzzi. After I'm done there I'll be home. Where are Veronica and Nick?" "The office." "How pissed is she?" "That you didn't come home?" "Yeah." "Beyond pissed. I think she's just really worried more than anything." "Yeah? Well, I'm almost to the hospital, so will you give her a call for me and let her know what I'm up to and that I'm fine." "Can I go back to sleep after that?" he asked, I could hear him grin. "Yes, you can go back to sleep!" I laughed. "Then yes, I will call and let her know." "Thanks Jr." "No problem, Cal. be careful okay?" "I always am!" "Later" "See ya!" and with that we hung up, just as I pulled into the Mercy parking lot.
Sucre stood watching Michael and Westmoreland play checkers while he waited to catch sight of C-Note. Finally, amongst a group by the weights, stood C-Note, so Sucre made his way over. "Sucre, my man. What can I do for you?" C-Note asked. "I got something moi importante to talk to you about." He replied with all seriousness. The grin on C-Notes face faltered, "Step into my office." He said to Sucre leading him away from the group. "What's up?" C-Note asked once they were far enough away from and eavesdroppers. Sucre reached into his pocket and removed the phone number and handed it to C-Note. "What's this?" C-Note asked studying the paper." "That's Lyndi Deacons phone number; she needs to talk to you." Sucre answered. "Why?" C-Note asked. He didn't know anything about Lincolns case, and to be honest didn't know too much about Lincoln himself. Sucre glanced around making sure that no one could hear them talking. "She's helping us break out!" In the next five minutes Sucre had managed to successfully convey all the information that he had gotten from her to C-Note.
"Are you fuckin crazy! What if she squeals man?" C-Note said angrily. "She won't. I trust her… I don't really know why, but I do." Sucre said defending his choice to divulge such information to a relative stranger. "Besides, it's too late to take it back now." He finished. "You know, Fish ain't a big tough guy, but if this chick squeals, and or he finds out that you told her, he's gonna kick your ass. You know that right?" C-Note lectured. "Yeah, which is why he ain't gonna find out, comprende?" Sucre asked. C-Note nodded. "When do I call her?" he asked. Sucre smiled to himself; he didn't think that it would be this easy to get C-Note to comply. "Now would be good." He replied. C-Note sighed, "You best be prayin' that she keeps her word!" "She will, I can feel it."