I was in the yard on the bleachers with Michael, Sucre and Abruzzi, talking about our escape.

"Think of this place as a map of the US. Our cell over there, that's New York City. The infirmary, our exit, that's California. The pipes between our feet that connect our feet-" Michael was interrupted by Sucre.

"Route 66"

"Route 66" Michael repeated. "Our ticket out of here"

"I assume we're doing this at night" Abruzzi said. "We're locked up Fish, and your boy is in solitary"

I looked over at Michael, who was looking at Lincoln. I had been wondering how we were supposed to make this happen.

"How we just gonna fly out our cages and right into your cell, right into New York City?" Abruzzi continued.

"Your not. You're gonna meet me half way, in St. Louis. Route 66 runs directly underneath that building. It's the only building sitting on top of those tunnels. All we gotta do is get in there on P.I and dig ourselves an on-ramp. Shortly after, we hit the infirmary. Then we'll be outside those walls" Michael said. I was happy to know what as going on now. I absolutely hated being kept in the dark, I always thought that my curiosity would be the death of me one day.

"What's in there?" Sucre asked.

"It's an old storage room. I figure John here can pull all the strings he needs"

"It's not that easy Fish. That's a restricted area. I gotta be able to justify it to the bulls, you know, there's got to be some actual work to be done in there for me to get in there, you follow?" Abruzzi said.

"Then you better figure it out, cause if we don't get in there, then we're not getting out of here"

T-Bag walked up to us then, I'm surprised no one noticed him coming.

"I'm feeling kind of left out. New York, California, St. Louis. What are we discussing?" He asked.

"We're talking baseball actually" Michael said.

"Huh. Well that's a subject I happen to know quite a lot about" He said while walking over to sit next to me.

"What a shame. The conversation's over" Abruzzi said. T-Bag tried to wrap his arm around my shoulder, but I got up and walked next to Michael before he could.

"Really now. Is that any way to treat a team-mate?" T-bag said.

Abruzzi just looked at him, while the rest of us got off and walked away.

"I'm coming along this endeavour whether you like it or not. Cause I got a hell of a singing voice otherwise" I looked behind me to see T-Bag staring at me, licking his lips.

As we were lining up to go back inside, Abruzzi turned to us.

"I won't take that piece of crap along. I won't do it" I nodded my agreement.

"Me either" Said Sucre.

"We won't have to. He'll be out of the picture soon enough" Michael said.

Back out in the yard, Michael and I were leaning on the fence.

"Fire" Abruzzi said, I turned to see him standing in front of Michael.

"What?" I asked. He glanced at me before explaining.

"Fire. We burn the place down"

"How's that gonna help us?" Michael asked.

"A few years ago, the chapel burnt down and the DOC realised they had some toxic issues. You know, asbestos, lead paint, you name it. They couldn't find a contractor so they put the inmates on the job. We spent like, five, six hours in there at a time. But the good news is, no guards came around almost at all"

It sounded like a good idea, but I wondered how we were going to set it on fire in the first place.

"Can you get us in there?" Michael asked.

Abruzzi started nodding, when we were interrupted by T-Bag.

I turned around to find him standing there with his new cellie holding his pocket.

"I've been doing a little thinking" He slapped his hand away from his pocket. "I'm gonna be needing a P.I card, aren't I? I mean that's where this whole thing is happening isn't it?" He nodded towards the building.

"It's on it's way" Abruzzi said, I could tell he was lying and apparently T-Bag could as well.

He laughed before he said "You're slow-walking me, aren't you?"

"Why would I do such a thing?" Abruzzi asked innocently.

"You think Bellick's gonna pop me for shanking that C.O, Bob. Maybe you'll take a little walk and tell him yourself, right? And I'll be out of your hair for good. Well I got news for you. If I go down for killing Bob, believe me I'll be taking a little walk of my own. Tell 'em all about that hole you got behind you toilet. So. How about that P.I card?"

I could see Bellick searching the cells opposite me. He was determined to find Bob's killer, and I knew that if he searched Michael's cell then he would find the hole.

I was thinking about turning T-Bag in, but I was worried about what he said earlier. Would he tell if I turned him in?

I didn't want to risk it because if he did tell, then the whole escape was ruined.

I was walking alongside my P.I team, holding a bunch of new towels. Once we were inside I put the towels in the crate. Then looked at the door that said "No inmates beyond this point".

I went to guard the main door, Abruzzi nodded at Michael, and he pushed the door open. Immediately the guards that were in there jumped up and pointed their guns at us.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" The one holding a shotgun asked.

Michael put his hands up "Clean up detail. We thought this was storage"

We all followed Michael's lead and put our hands up.

"Does it look like storage to you, you idiot? It's a restricted area, it's a C.O break room. Now back it up" The C.O said.

No-one moves, so the C.O cocked his gun.

"Back it up, now!"

"Sorry, Officer. It won't happen again" We all high-tailed it out of there.

We walked over to the other storage room, all very upset.

"A fricken' break room. Are you kidding me?" Sucre kicked a container that was lying on the floor.

"They must have changed it since the retrofit" I sighed angrily.

"Well some thing's gotta give. I mean they have to come out sometime" I said.

"Ha. The bull's are camped out in there. They'll never leave" Sucre said.

"You got a back up plan?" Abruzzi asked.

"There isn't one. It's the only room sitting on top of that pipe. It's the only way out and we gotta get back in there" Michael said.

"Yeah and how are we supposed to do that, we go anywhere near the place and they'll have those guns trained on us in a heartbeat" I said.

"Maybe, maybe not" Lincoln said, from where he was standing over by the door.

I looked over to see Westmorland leaving the guards room carrying a tray.

"I don't get it. How come they let him in the guards room?" Sucre asked.

"He's a trustee. One with a high security clearance"

"Why him?" Sucre asked.

"Because he can be trusted"

"Like the name implies" I said.

"How does one become a trustee" Michael asked.

"Just have a spotless record for the last thirty years" Lincoln replied.

"Pretty much counts all of us out" Sucre said, and I chuckled.

"Hey. I haven't done anything" I said.

"But you hang around those that do" He pointed out.

"That means we gotta get him on board" Michael said.

"Forget it. The guy's a boy scout"

I watched Westmorland, thinking.

Michael had told me to give Westmorland back his cat, and try to convince him to burn the guards room down. Seeing as me and Westmorland were closer then he and Michael.

"I don't believe it. Thank you" He said, seeing me approach with his cat. I handed her over, and smiled at him.

"Your welcome" I replied.

"Where'd you find her?" He asked, petting his cat.

"In the yard. By the Chapel" I lied. He doesn't have to know that Michael found the cat.

"Why do I get the feeling there's a string attached to this?" The man was smarter then I gave him credit for.

"Not a string. Just a favour" He sighed.

"I told Michael, I'm not D.B Cooper"

"That's alright, cause you don't have to be D.B Cooper to do what he's asking"

"What's that?"

"All he needs you to do, is to take a certain coffee pot into the guards room at a certain time. And turn the burner on high"

"Why?"

"I don't know the exact details. What I do know is that it's in my best interests if that room caught on fire"

"Riley, I'm grateful for this. I really am. But I've made it a point to keep my nose clean ever since I walked into this place. Thirty-two years without a blemish. If that parole board date ever comes, I want to be ready. I can't jeopardise that"

I sighed, that was not what I wanted to head. But I nodded and walked away.

"Thanks though Riley" He said.

It was time to go to the infirmary and on the way I informed Michael of what happened.

"I'm sorry Michael. I tried, I really did. But he wants to make sure if there is ever a chance of him getting out of here, he wants to be ready" Michael sighed but I could tell that he understood, just as I had done earlier.

"It's fine, we just have to find another way" I nodded even though we both knew that Charles was the only way.

Once we reached the infirmary I was surprised to see Doc there.

"I would have thought you would have took a day off" I told her.

"I'm fine" She told me. "I couldn't get anyone to cover for me anyway" I nodded.

"I hope you don't feel like you owe us anything" Michael said.

"I do. I'm uh … I really appreciate what you two did for me. Especially you Riley, if I was in that room by myself I don't know what I would have done"

"But?" Michael asked.

"But you told me you had been up in the crawlspace for P.I, but P.I was never assigned to go there" We both looked at her for a second.

"We're done here right?" Michael said.

"Michael don't be like that" Doc said.

"Thanks, for the shot Doc" He walked outside where he waited for me.

"Sorry about that Doc, he's a very private person. Doesn't like it when people don't trust him. He's very big on trust" I told her, while she gave me my shot.

"I don't trust him though Riley, he's an inmate"

"So am I" I reminded her.

"I know that, but I can't help but trust you. With your situation..." She trailed off.

"Thanks for the shot" And then I walked back to Gen-Pop with Michael.

After visitation, when I had my shower, it was tier time. I was in Michael's cell, on Sucre's bunk talking to the two of them, when I saw Bellick entering Westmorland's cell.

"Hey, you two. Come look at this" They both came over and saw what I was looking at.

"Do you think he's gonna talk? You said he saw what happened" I asked Michael.

"He did, I'm not sure yet. But if he does, I'm not sure if T-Bag's gonna talk or not" He replied.

"This isn't good Papi. You know this isn't good for my stress levels either. I told you before Rican's have naturally higher blood pressure" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Is that true?" I asked him

"Course Mami, when would I ever lie to you" He smiled at me, and I shook my head at him.

Later on when some of the inmates were coming back from the showers, some crowded around Westmorland's cell.

I looked on from where I stood on the landing just outside my cell.

I saw Westmorland go inside his cell and pick up his cat, who was now dead.

He then looked directly across the floor to where Bellick was searching through cells on the floor above mine.

I was in the storage room with Michael when Lincoln came and started talking to us.

"I need out. I gotta find him" Lincoln had been informed of my situation as well. I figured if Lincoln's Michael's brother then he had to be trustworthy. I wasn't sure if we should tell Abruzzi yet, but I probably would, we were friends now.

"You will, all of us. Soon" Michael said.

"Their coming after my family Michael" He said.

"I'm gonna leave you guys to it" I left them alone to talk about their private things.

I picked up a bag and was moving it, I was struggling a little bit, so I was moving slowly.

"We got a fire" I heard, I turned around and saw smoke coming out the guards room. I smiled, at least that was one less problem we had. I caught Michael's eye and winked at him. Then carried on taking my bag to where it was supposed to go.

I was then taken back to the yard, where I saw a fire engine coming in.

Back in the cell block, I saw Bellick taking out one of T-Bag's friends.

"You set me up" He shouted.

I closed my eyes, so T-Bag got out of it then. I was disappointed but relieved that Bellick wouldn't find the hole in Michael's cell.

I saw T-bag looking happy while his cell mate looked very distressed. I felt incredibly bad for him, but knew I couldn't do anything for him.

I was walking along with Abruzzi, Lincoln, Michael and Sucre going to the guard room.

I was feeling very happy walking along in my blue jumpsuit, we had told Abruzzi about me as we were changing in the same room, and he would get suspicious if he saw the binding. So now when I get changed they all respectfully look the other way.

The guards thought I got changed in a different bit, but I didn't so what they don't know won't hurt them.

"Hey, hold up here a minute. Hold up here. Seems to be a bit of confusion. I'm supposed to be on this detail" I looked at the fence to see T-Bag walked alongside it.

I rolled my eyes. Doesn't this guy know when he isn't wanted.

"I don't think so" Abruzzi said.

"Oh, John. You can't be serious. Not after our long, illustrious history we shared together. All those nights together in New York City. In California. In St. Louis. They were good times weren't they, John? Tell the badge here about 'em. 'Cause if you don't want to, I certainly could" I bit my lip and looked at Michael who looked back at me, and then at Abruzzi, panicked.

T-Bag came in, wearing the required blue jumpsuit looking very pleased with himself, to the break room where we were already standing.

"I want this place gutted. The dry wall's gotta be torn out. The studs have got to be removed" Bellick said.

"Boss, we've got some toxic issues here. Asbestos to start with" Abruzzi said, holding a clip board.

"Take it up with the union. All I'm saying is, this room's your only priority now. It better be brand spanking new when you're done. If anybody's thinking about getting cute, trying to trunk one of these tools out here, Brady's got the outline of every single piece of hardware in here. And at the end of every day, every single piece better match up or you're all going to the hole"

I laughed in my head, here he was thinking he was being mean when he was giving us exactly what we wanted.

He walked out and closed the door.

"Let's go" Michael said.

I helped him move the table and pulled the carpet away from the floor, to reveal a drain pipe.

"This goes down four feet. Connects to the main drain below. All we've got to do is widen it and we've got ourselves and on-ramp to route 66" He hands a sledgehammer to Lincoln.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. They're gonna hear this man" He said.

"They won't" Michael moved a sheet of cloth over the drain, he picks up another sledgehammer and was about to hand it to T-Bag but hesitates.

"Come on, Pretty. We're a team now" T-Bag said, Michael then threw the sledgehammer at him. The others then got their own, while I went to guard the door.

I understood that I didn't get one, seeing as I probably would keel over if I tried to lift one.

"Best get crackin' eh?" T-Bag said.

"You shut up" Lincoln said. I chuckled before stepping outside. I'm glad someone can boss T-Bag around.

Before I go I hear the sound of the sledgehammer's hitting the floor.