Sucre walks across the basketball court to us, Manche embraced him excitedly.
"Cuz!" Michael hugged him as well, and then I did.
"You're out. It's good to see you, buddy" I said.
"Y'all can sign each other's yearbooks later. Where are we at?" T-Bag asked.
"The map is complete I got what I needed" Michael said, as I grinned up at him.
"Then we're ready" I said.
"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 30 feet of hallway to get to the doctor's office. Our exit point" I looked up at the infirmary building.
"Which means there's only one thing left of this whole thing" He said. "The key to that room"
"No sweat. That's all we gotta do is run a bump-and-grab on a CO like we did last time, grab the keys, make a copy" C-Note said.
"It's not that easy. Only the medical staff have those keys" Michael said.
"How you fixin' on gettin' it then, Pretty?" Michael looked down at me.
"With a little help" I nodded.
"No more surprises this time, right?" C-Note said.
"Right" I leaned against the fence, and my jaw dropped when I saw who got of the bus.
"No way" Everyone turned to look at Abruzzi getting off the bus.
"Dr. Tancredi will be right in" The nurse told Michael and I as we waited outside the door, as soon as the nurse left I locked the door pushing it shut.
"Morning" Doc said as she came up to us.
"Morning" I said back, as she tried to open the door, but finding it locked she took out her keys and opened it.
"How are you feeling today?" She asked.
"Better" Michael said.
"Good"
I sat in the chair as Doc cleaned Michael's back. I could see the key sticking out of her lab coat .
"Doc?" I asked. She turned to me and Michael used that moment to get the key out of her pocket.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"I was wondering what you used to clean him up?" I said, getting up and walking over to them, Michael winked at me as Doc showed me all the medical stuff.
A guard came in interrupted Doc's explanation.
"Thanks Doc, maybe you could tell me more next time" I said as we were walked out.
"Figure out how to get that key from the infirmary yet?" Sucre asked.
"Already got it" I said, smugly.
"Just got to make a copy" Michael said. I leant against the fence, watching as Doc walked to the gates to leave for the day.
I spotted T-Bag walking across the floor, passing close to another inmate, who I saw slipped him a shank. I quickly left Westmorland and walked over to T-Bag grabbing his wrist as he was about to go into Abruzzi's cell.
"You don't want to do that. That man in there is our transportation and if he goes, that means so does our plane. So why don't you hand over that shank?" I said, T-Bag glared at me but handed it over.
"Good" I said, as I walked back to Westmorland to continue our conversation.
I was in my cell melting some of my toothbrush to make a copy of the key, someone knocked on my cell door, I saw it was Abruzzi so I handed over the original keys so he could put it somewhere that Doc may have dropped them. Everything was going smoothly.
I love it when a plan comes together. Once the key was done I went over to Michael's cell and handed it to him before starting up a conversation with Sucre.
"Michael. I need to know where he is" Abruzzi said as he came over to us.
"Who?" Michael asked.
"Fibonacci. You see, my conversion requires that I not only seek forgiveness, but provide forgiveness even to my greatest transgressors" Michael and I both looked sceptical.
"Don't look at me like that. Like I'm the same old man I used to be. I'm not. Trust me. I need to reach out to Fibonacci. So we can heal" Abruzzi continued.
"It's a good story. But the answer is no" Michael said.
"I understand. I'll be patient" Abruzzi walked away.
"He's up to something" I said.
"I know"
I walked over to Tweener who was leaning against the bleachers. Michael had told me to include him in our plan.
"Hey" I said.
"Michael still want me to swipe that thing he was askin' about? 'Cause I'm havin' a goin-outta-business sale" He said.
"Why don't you get yourself to Ad Seg?" I asked.
"For that to happen, I'd have to admit what I did to Avocado. That'd get me, what, 20 years? I'm dead, no matter what"
"There may be another way outta here" I said.
"Yeah. In a body bag" I shook my head.
"I need to know if I can trust you" I said.
"I'm straight up as they come, you know" He told me.
"No, I mean really trust you" I said, locking eyes with him.
AN: This chapter is a little shorter than usual. Sorry about that. But the next chapter will be up soon as well.