The first thing Michael did when his foot touched the infirmary's ground was untied the rope and roll it around his brother waist. He always had a purpose for each move that he made. His older brother was his priority. "Lincoln will be the first." The others looked at him without muter a word but C-Note was about to protest when Mike's freeze stare stopped him. "It's time to realize that the only person that knows what I'm doing it's me…" Their gaze faced and the black man stepped back. Then Michael explained the last part of the Escape plan. "Once we are out…" He gave only the necessary details.

"After we break out I'm going my way" Pointed C-Note restlessly.

Shrugging Michael watched the time, "We have to wait another fives minutes to the next patrol." He stated, "Discounting two minute to remove the bars, each one of us have approximately three minutes to cross the yard and jump out... Get ready" He lied deliberately. Lincoln had slackened the window's bars but it still stood like a faked soldier so it would take them less than a minute to remove them, but the pressure was premeditated to obtain better reaction from his team group.

He grinned headed to the desk. He had planned and calculated every single detail of his master plan. The pipe's problem had delayed it three hours but when the schedule was synchronized again his analytic mind could solve the deficiencies, consequently he could continue his agenda successfully. When his hand was about to grab a blank paper his finger froze. There were two written words on its surface. His eyes read over and over again, it said: Good Luck.

It was her calligraphy!

He shook his head. It couldn't be, it wasn't possible, she couldn't… No, no way.

Mechanically he put it into his pocket and took another white paper. Adeptly his hands made a flower, just like the one he gave her on her birthday. He placed it into the cabinet where he once had seen his red gift. He smiled patting his pocket, she would understand his massage.

"Gentlemen" Mike's cold tone broke the sepulchral silence of the room, "It's time." He could perceive the breathing acceleration on his run-away team when his fingers removed the window's bars.

T-Bag leaned on the window observing at the twenty-seven feet that opened below. "Hold on tight Charles," he added scathingly, "no one will catch you if you fall."

Westmoreland swallowed without replied. He too wondered if he could be able to cross the yard. Soon he would know.

"Lincoln, go." Michael commanded. His brother climbed the window and carefully seized the cable, then he seated on it intertwining the legs. His own weight made him rotate so his back faced the ground. His arms began to move impelled by the proximity of his freedom. Quickly he arrived to the other side. His feet released the rope and his body made a ninety grades rotation. One by one his hands reached the wall avoiding the barbed-wire entanglement. Then he uncoiled the rope and tied it on one of the pillars that sustained the barbed-wire. Its tip fell reaching the sidewalk. After climb the boundary fence, his feet walked down the wall and finally touched the concrete. He squashed his back against the wall fearfully looking around, he was free.

"Sucre, your turn." Fernando replicated each one of Burrows' movements. The same thing did C-Note and T-Bag after their opportunity came.

When the time comes Westmoreland didn't hesitate, he held the cable and slowly crossed the empty space beneath him reaching the opposite side. To climb the fence without any help was more difficult for him but the schedule was still synchronized.

As the old man descended C-Note twirled his head searching for his pals but no one was there. 'Fuck… I won't be attached to this group.' But reality indicated something different than his wishes. 'It's matter of time. They will come, they will come.'

Michael's moment came and he stepped out to the final stage of his escape plan. As he placed his right foot on the windowsill he stopped and spun his head to look at the infirmary for last time. He never would see her again. It felt as if a huge needle was perforating his heart. He shook his head to toss his thoughts of his head although anything he could do about his feelings.

His hands strangled the cable as he advanced. He had decided long ago that nothing would interfere with his plan, not even the woman that could be his soul mate.

When his shoes touched the external wall and his hands grabbed the rope, a guard voiced loudly. "Hey! What happen to the infirmary windows?" He had three seconds until the guard pressed the button of his intercom. He allowed that the gravity law pulled him down. It was a sixteen feet free fall. Instinctively he bent his legs but it couldn't lessen the clash impact. Just for the moment he forbade himself show any sign of pain.

The siren started to howl. "Follow me." Mike's command hit C-Note's ears. His fellow didn't come. He got no other choice. The sextet crossed the street following their leader. The dark alley gobbled the men and the group disappeared inside its bowels.

The night air was being filled with the noises of the patrol cars and the desperate screams of the guards.

The early morning news would show with big red characters: Six inmates broke out from Fox River State Penitentiary.

The hunt was on.

(To be continued)