Hey. I have already ditched the sceduale. I hated trying to go by it :P And for all my poll voters I am going to the end of season two for this fanfiction.
Disclaimer: i don't own Prison Break. if I did... do you really think I would have killed Michael Scofield and not T-Bag.
I begin to wrap the gauze back on Michaels burn and he grabs my hand. "What do you mean it's gone?" he questions in a scarce tone. "They are gone completely Michael - but don't worry about it okay? I got everything under control," I assure him then leave the room and am escorted back to cell block.
One back in my cell I quickly sit down on my bunk and begin to flip through the pages of my sketchbook. I find one of my sketches of Michael rip it out and flip to a clean page where I begin to zoom in on part of the sketch and draw. I finish just in time to head off to PI. I fold up to two pages and shove them into my pocket. I meet up with the rest of the crew in the break room and notice Michael off to the side franticly trying to remember the missing tattoo on his shoulder. I walk over to he and Sucre who asks. "I don't get it. Why not just go down there again?"
"'Cause one, I don't have the guard's uniform anymore, which means I can't get across the yard or past the orderly. And two, even if I did, it's a mess down there," Michael sighs while rubbing his hands over his head. "You think you're gonna remember it?" Sucre asks hopefully.
"He doesn't have to," I cut in pulling the papers out of my pocket and slamming them down on the clip board. Michael unfolds the pages and he seems to look relived. "Mona - I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here. Thank you,"
"You would have thought of something - I just made this little peace of information easier to find. Your welcome,"
The door quickly opens and Officer Patterson walks in. "Time to wrap it up. We're gonna have you start exterminating,"
"We're not done in here," Michael protests.
"Well, you look done to me," Patterson scowls.
"No, we still got the carpet to do,"
"No, Bellick is going to bring in professionals to do that. Wants the job done right," Patterson explains.
"When's that gonna happen?"
"Tomorrow," He says before he leaves the room. After a few moments of complete and total silence it is broken by the sound of a paint roller hitting the floor with extreme force. "We got a real problem on our hands, don't we? Rug monkeys gonna come in here, tear up that there carpet, that hole's gonna be smiling up at 'em," T-Bag exclaims.
"We'll have to fill it in. All we need is a piece of plywood and a couple of inches of that fast settling concrete on top of it. The carpet guys will never know there's anything beneath. The night we break out, we'll just smash through with a sledgehammer," Michael explains as he looks around at the team. "Well, okay. Let's get on it. We've only got a couple of hours to get this thing done,"
We collect a few essentials before we get started mixing the cement. "How long's this stuff take to dry?" Before anyone can reply Westmoreland rushes in. "Fire on the line,"
Everyone quickly moves back things to their rightful place and Bellick walks in. "This place is sweet. I hear we're getting satellite…You know, you girls have done such a good job. I thought you could use an extra pair of hands on the crew," He says and Tweener walks in. "S'up?"
Bellick leaves and we all pretend like we are painting the walls. "Hey, look at my brush. It's all stickin' together," I point out. "Somebody needs to go clean 'em out,"
"According to the rank, that would be you," T-Bag drawls while handing Tweener his paint roller. "There's a hose out by the shed in the yard. You can use that," I explain as we hand him all of the painting supplies.
"Ai'ight. Sorry I busted up the party, yo," He says seeming disappointed. Once he leaves to go clean the supplies we continue working with the cement.
"How close are we?" Michael asks.
"Oh, we're good to go, baby," C-Note say happily as Westmoreland enters the room again. "Got another badge!"
"What is this, happy hour?" I ask as we all rush to cover the hole again. With perfect timing CO Geary enters. "Scofield. Pope wants to see you. The rest of you, round up. You're done in here,"
"CO Patterson said we had till the end of the day to finish up," C-Note says.
"And I say you're done. There's a couple of hours of work I want done in the yard before sundown," Geary says and we wall look at each other. "Come on, let's go!" We have no choice but to leave the break room. "We're dead!" I whisper to Michael. "We're not. I'll get it done," he assures me then heads of to the wardens office.
I head back to my cell to find Avocados belongings are gone. Which means he is gone and I could be getting an even worse cellie in the morning.
In the morning I head out into the yard - letting the fresh air fill my lungs. I walk across the yard and over to the rest of the crew.
"Then we're ready," T-Bag says.
"Almost. I know which pipes we need to take beneath psych ward now, which means our way to the infirmary is clear. With our new route, we're gonna come up on the far end of that building. Which means we gotta walk down thirty feet of hallway to get to the doctor's office. Our exit point," Michael explains. "Which means there's only one thing left of this whole thing. The key to that room," Michael continues as a bus full of new fish drives up. "But it's not that easy. Only the medical staff have those keys,"
"How you fixin' on gettin' it then, Pretty?" T-Bag growls.
"Carefully," Michael says sternly.
"No more surprises this time, right?" C-Note asks.
"Right." Michael nods.
"I wouldn't be to sure Michael, I found hopefully our last surprise," I say as an inmate walking off of the bus catches my eye. There in a yellow jumpsuit shakelled from head to toe is John - John Abruzzi.