Diclaimer: I don'y own Prison Break
Michael and I walk through the yard our middle fingers hooked together unnoticeably. Suddenly the man who saved me from the fat bastard during the raciest fight -C-Note - steps out in front of us. "Stretch your legs, Mona - Lisa,"
"What ever you have to say to me, you can say to her too," Michael says coolly. C-Note opens his clenched fist and concrete fragments fall onto the table beside us. "Now, we got a hell of a lot to talk about, don't we?" C-Note smiles ask Michael brushes the fragments off the table and onto the ground where I crush them into smaller pieces. "We got nothing to say," Michael says.
"You think you can play me, Snowflake? 'Cause you got college? Big-school learning, huh? Well, let me school you. Darwin wins inside these walls. Not Einstein, Darwin," C-Note states and a buzzer goes and it's time to head in - but in our case head to PI. "I'm not done with you, Fish,"
"You never even got started," I scowl and Michael and I head off to PI. Before we get started we stand around the hole and talk about our stasis. "All right, we're through the hard part. Another eighteen inches, we'll hit that pipe. We'll be there by Friday," Michael says. "Better start making travel arrangements,"
The crew begins to celebrate and talk about where they're headed once they are over these walls when I realise I have no where to go. My Parents are dead, my friend I murdered, and my lawyer would kill me. Curious I ask Michael where he and Lincoln are going.
"You mean, me, you and Lincoln. We're going to Panama," I smile goofily at the thought that he wants me to come with him. "Panama. Darien Gap, south of the canal. No roads, no electricity. No cops. Nothing but white sand beaches and ice cold beer," He continues.
"Well, that's nice, but what about our lives?" Lincoln asks.
"Well, we'll open a scuba shop," Michael laughs.
"Hey, I don't dive," Lincoln says.
"Neither do I. We'll have plenty of time to learn," Michael says.
T-Bag walk in the door quickly and begins to cover the hole. "Bulls," Soon after Bellick enters with C-Note. "This con says he's on a job in here"
"No, I don't think so," Abruzzi shake his head and C-Note walks over to the hole. How did he know where it was? "Now, you sure about that? You sure you can't use an extra hand?" C-Note asks as I run my fingers through the knots in my hair.
"You know anything about construction?" Abruzzi asks.
"Concrete is my specialty. Can you dig it?" C-Note questions and Michael nods his head.
"Okay, boss. Sign him up,"
Bellick leaves and C-Note looks at Michael. "Now it looks like Darwin wins after all, eh, Fish?"
"Just shut up and dig," I scowl uncovering the hole, both he any T-Bag get into the hole.
"I don't know about y'all but, uh...this room is getting a little too dark for me to dig," T-Bag says.
"Are you telling me that there's a hole in Fox River that you don't wanna get into?" C-Note scowls. "Hey, you know, I got a question. How come Fusilli over here ain't handling a shovel?"
"I handle arrangements on the outside," Abruzzi huffs. "Makes me manager,"
"And that makes us just labour, right?" C-Note asks. "You know, management better keep a close eye on the conditions up in here, or the labour's liable to go on strike. You feel me?"
We all begin to work around the room as T-Bag and C-Note dig. Randomly T-Bag begins to sing. "Swing low, sweet chariot...coming forth to carry me home...swing low... Swing low...sweet chariot. Coming forth to carry me home,"
"Shut up!" C-Note scowls.
"Come on, gimme something. I thought you was a musical people," T-Bag says.
"You know, your parents must be so proud of you, man. I mean, hitting the trailer park trifecta. You're a racist, a paedophile, and stupid," I scowl as I continue to sand paper the wall. T-Bag laughs as he pulls himself out of the hole and lean beside me.
"You know, it vexes me that I'm made out to be the bad guy in the room. It's not like y'all were incarcerated for stealing any Girl Scout cookies," T-Bag says his Alabaman accent strong.
"None of us murdered any Girl Scouts in the process,"
Suddenly Sucre rushes into the room. "Bulls," Michael and I walk out the door just in time. The COs grab us by the elbow and lead us to the infirmary. We are separated by two rooms and Doctor Tancredi comes in and looks at the slowly healing wound on my shoulder. "It is heeling right - so you don't have to come see me anymore,"
I nod and suddenly there are sounds of panic in the halls outside the room. Both Doctor Tancredi and I jump up to see what's going on. Multiple guards come running down the hall yelling and pushing a gurney with Tweener having a seizure upon it.
"What happened?" Doctor asks as she rushes to Tweeners side. A CO explains as they rush him into one of the rooms. I walk over to the door way where Michael stands watching. I watch as Tweener winks at Michael.
"You got him to do this didn't you?" I whisper.
"Yes, but it's going to help us Babe,"
Two COs grab Michael and I and lead us back to Gen-pop for the Night.
I wake up early in the morning and am escorted down to the break room. Once the CO leaves Michael calls me over to where he and Lincoln are talking. "What's up?" Michael goes to answer but is cut of by Sucres celebration. "I hit it! I hit it!"
"What is it Michael?" I ask again. Michael says nothing. "Come on, Michael. Talk to me,"
"You guys want the good news or the bad news?" Michael asks.
"The good," Lincoln says stiffly.
"Westmoreland and his money are in," Michael says.
"What's the bad?" I ask worried.
"I've done the math. I figure it'll take at least five minutes for us to get the bars off the window in the infirmary, and two minutes for each to get across the wire and over the wall," Michael whispers. "We've only got eighteen minutes. We've got to many people," I look at Michael realizing what we're going to have to do. "One of 'em has to go,"