First thanks for the feedbacks. Second, as I use two spanish words, here it's what they mean.
Inútil: means: useless, good-for-nothing.
El Diablo: means:The devil.
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Escape III
Fernando's eyes grew wide looking how T-Bag was towed by the huge pipe. "Inútil" he muttered without being able to contain his rage and frustration. Their freedom was endangering by the clumsy hands of this stupid man. He couldn't let it happen, he had a child waiting for him inside Mari Cruz's womb. Sucre couldn't lose any more second, he hurtled to the floor and, using his arms like springs, impeded that the huge metal cylinder touched the ground. He pressed his teeth as his hands held the tube twenty inches above the floor, determination was the source of his physical strength.
Michael and C-Note hurried to help the Hispanic man, but no one moved a single finger to prevent Theodore's ungracefully crash against the solid tiles. His bones screeched when his face made its blood's imprint on the surface beneath his nose. He stayed motionless, fear was an old friend of him. Slowly and carefully he stirred his right arm. There was no pain, it was a good sign. Then he moved his other upper leg. No pain either. He sighed sitting up. After checked his legs he declared mockingly. "God protect his creatures…"
Fernando raised his head. "Your horned red god protects you…" he replied sardonically. "You're El Diablo's reincarnation man..." T-Bag didn't answer, an indecipherable smile danced on his lips. His body ached but he could stand up.
Meanwhile in the sick bay Lincoln finished to remove the third stick of the grill. Through that window they would escape.
He had followed his brother's instructions minutely. Secretly he thanked to have his hands busy, the silence around him was like a bitter medicine for his nerves. If he didn't focus his minds into a task probably he would go crazy.
No guard came in the last two and half hour to see what he was doing. In fact no one came after the Doc went out. He heard her explaining to Belleck that he should be apart of the others inmates, the reason was his emotional state. The CO reluctantly accepted the fact that he couldn't toss him back into his cage. The condemned man slipped to the door, it was locked. He shrugged, his luck probably was changing.
Lost inside his thoughts, Michael's voice whispering his name startled Lincoln. Immediately he came back and knelt near the sewer. "There must be a broom out there…" His young brother murmured, "Pass it through the pipe but don't let it fall down." Lincoln did what his brother asked, so Mike could roll the rope around the stick. "Pull it up!" He commanded, "Now you have to tie it… in the window's bar so we can climb through the conduit." After a second he added. "And be sure to fasten the door of the infirmary…"
"The doctor locked it" Lincoln didn't let him finish the sentence.
'Why did she lock the door?' But Michael's mind refused to loose a second thinking in that matter. The freedom was too near. "Ok, just drag the desk to block the door, just in case that a guard came and have the key with him."
Five minutes later the rope slide down through the pipe and Westmoreland's hands sized it. He pulled it down since Michael and Fernando pushing him up. Without problem he climbed reaching to the infirmary. Next Sucre scaled the rope, then C-Note, T-Bag and at last it was Michael's opportunity to ascend.
The freedom was near.
