"Hey Mom, you home?" I heard the police woman say, she put down her keys. "Mom?"
I heard her go up the stairs, as we hid behind the wall. I heard a scream and I followed Sucre up the stairs.
"It's okay. It's okay" Michael said.
"Back away and put your hands up!" She held the gun up, pointing it at T-Bag who had her mother.
"Just go easy!"
"Go nothing! She ain't the one carrying the cards here" T-Bag said, holding the screwdriver to Jeanette's throat.
"Back away and put your hands up"
"I put my hand up, I'm gonna take her jugular with it"
"I don't want anyone to do anything stupid, okay?" Sucre moved forward, but she caught him with an elbow to the face, and then noticed me as well, she pointed the gun at both of us.
"Don't move!" Lincoln grabbed her from behind and disarmed her.
"Let's be civil. Stop, relax. Here you go" Lincoln and T-Bag shoved the two downstairs and tied them up, and gagged them. Sucre closed the blinds.
"This is going wrong in every possible way" Michael said.
"This is stupid, man. We cannot do this!" C-Note said, looking at the two women.
"Hat's over the wall now" T-Bag said, leaning against the counter.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" T-Bag closed another set of blinds.
"I mean, we committed. It's time to go get the hat. We don't have a choice"
"Yeah we do. We can walk right up out of here right now, man"
"And then what? We are already in the house. Those women are bound. We have already committed this crime. We leave, it ain't gonna change any of that" Michael walked away from them to where I was standing with Lincoln.
"Why couldn't there just be a silo in the middle of a field with no one around?"
"Because we have no luck" I said.
"We'll figure it out and get the money another way" Lincoln said.
"Yeah, maybe I can rob another bank. You know what Charles once said to me? He said, "There's no such thing as an ex-con". Because I used to think there was a way we could wipe the slate clean. Make up for everything we've done. The hat's over the wall, Linc. For everyone" He walked back over to the women.
"Sorry isn't gonna mean anything to you right now. But I wanna say it anyway. This wasn't supposed to happen. One or two hours tops, and we'll be out of here. You have my word, no one will harm you" He walked over to Sucre.
"Do you think we'll be able to do this?" I asked Lincoln.
He shrugged. Thanks Lincoln that makes me feel so much better.
The TV was on in the garage and I half-heartedly listened as I helped dig.
"Since when did we become kidnappers? It ain't right" Lincoln said.
"Well, we can buy a conscience tomorrow" Michael replied.
"Yeah, well, yeah, closing your eyes ain't gonna make it go away"
"I'll take five minutes of a situation I can control over 50 years of one I can't, any day" I glanced up at T-Bag, who was looking through a pile of magazines.
"Hey, Mr. Hundred Dollar Bill. What's it like being with the African persuasion anyhow, huh?" He asked C-Note.
"Yo, shut the hell up"
"Oh, hit me a nerve" C-Note threw his shovel down and went over to T-Bag, I looked up at them, and wiped some sweat off my face.
"Why don't you get in that hole and dig, huh?"
"How about you backing up, dark fella?"
"You're a long way away from home, Trailer Park. I could put you in that hole and nobody would ever hear you scream"
"Knock it off!" Lincoln said, and my attention was pulled by the TV.
"We have security expert Mark Bruni with us, who will explain how other prisons are ensuring that they are not victimized by the next Fox River Nine" The news reporter said.
"Should be the Fox River Eight, now that Abruzzi's taken his dirt nap. God rest the man's soul, of course" T-Bag said, still flicking through the magazines.
"Speaking of numbers, we're short one. Kid's taking a long time to fill that gas tank up" Lincoln said. I got up out of the hole, and my back cracked. I winced.
"That doesn't sound good" I said.
"And these changes, do you really think they'll help keep predators like Theodore Bagwell safely behind bars?" The new reader said.
"Without a doubt" A mugshot of T-Bag came on the screen.
"Picture makes me look like a sociopath"
"Maybe that's cause you are one" He glared at me, and walked around the garage. C-Note threw some dirt at him.
"I'm not joking with you, Trailer Park. Now, get in here and dig"
"I am incapable, thanks to all y'all. Just remember, my X marked the spot. You remember that" T-Bag said angrily.
"We got a bigger issue. The kid. How long's it been since he left?" Lincoln said.
"An hour and a half, maybe" I checked the clock on the TV.
"An hour and a half to fill a tank of gas? That ain't right" Lincoln turned his attention back to the TV.
"There has been an update on the file on Riley Black. There isn't much known about him, except for the fact that he ruthlessly murdered a man in his own home. But we have breaking news, it's seems that Riley Black isn't even a man. Riley Black is in fact female, the first female to ever have been held at Fox River, feminists have expressed their outrage and Henry Pope has not answered any questions. There's also been a breaking development in the double-homicide prosecution of Lincoln Burrows, Jr. Due to the sudden disappearance of crucial blood and..."
"So. Riley if that is your real name?" T-Bag came closer to me.
"Don't forget that I can kick your ass without even trying" I said.
" ... the Cook County District Attorney's Office had no choice but to drop all charges against the 16-year-old. Burrows is scheduled to be released from the Klipton Detention Center in Kingman, Arizona where he's currently being held, tomorrow morning" Lincoln stormed out and I followed not wanting to be left alone with T-Bag.
"Keys to her car, where are they?" Sucre looked for them.
"Here" He handed them over.
"Just hold on, okay? You can't do this. Linc!" Michael shouted, and Sucre and I watched them go.
"You okay Mami?" He asked.
"They found out" I said, holding my head in my hands.
"Who found out what?" He asked.
"Everyone knows I'm a girl" I said, and he looked at me in disbelief.
"How?" He asked.
"I don't bloody know. They said it on the news, and now I'm too creeped out to go near T-Bag"
"Don't worry Mami, I know you can kick his ass" I smiled at him.
"Yeah, I know too. But he has that look in his eye you know" I leaned against the counter.
"What were you in for?" Police lady asked as Sucre gave her some water.
"I don't wanna talk, lady" He gave Jeanette some water as well.
"I'm a prisoner in my own house. The least you could offer me is a little conversation. All right. Just let me know when I hit it. Murder. Rape. Kidnapping. Sexual Abuse. Child Sexual Abuse"
"Aggravated robbery"
"How long were you doing?"
"Five years"
"How much longer did you have left to serve?"
"Eighteen months"
"Why on earth would you break out of prison with-? What's her name?"
"Doesn't matter"
"So, what? She was running away with another man? Maybe you should've let her go instead of..."
"She's having my baby"
"How far along is she?"
"I don't wanna talk about it!"
"I'm two months. I just had my first-trimester sonogram on Tuesday" The police radio burst to life.
"Ten-five. Dispatch to all units"
"Has she shown you pictures of...?"
"Shhh!" I said, as I grabbed the radio.
"Transporting David Apolskis in FBI custody. Stand by" We ran back into the garage.
"We gotta roll" Sucre said.
"Why?" Michael asked.
"They got Tweener. It was on the radio" I said.
"Nice knowing y'all" T-Bag said, as he and C-Note stopped fighting.
"Did they say anything about where we are?" Michael asked.
"I'm not hanging around to find out" Sucre said.
"Yo, maybe you should" C-Note said, I looked at him, to see him looking at the dirt. I followed his gaze to see money sticking out from the dirt.
"Maybe you should!" He replied.
"Maybe we all should!" C-Note laughed as he picked up some of the money. I smiled and went over to help move the money, making sure to stay away from T-Bag.
"Charles Westmorland, God bless you and your wrinkled old sack"
"It's all here" Michael said, looking at the money.
"I owe you a profound thanks, Pretty. A couple of days from now, I'm gonna be walking down the streets of Bangkok with a million U.S. in my pocket. That's about 40 million baht in the local currency" T-Bag said.
"What the hell is up with you and Thailand, huh?" C-Note asked.
"Black-market surgery, anonymous transplant donors, he's dressed like she's, what's there not to like?"
"Are you really gonna try to replace that hand?"
"Body ain't taking to this one" We lifted the huge crate out but it fell apart.
"Unbelievable" I muttered.
"All right, let's move" Michael said.
"You know, that hand ain't gonna be white£ C-Note said.
"What?" T-Bag asked, alarmed.
"The new one. Even if you get down there, it ain't gonna be white. Hey, Johnny KKK over here's gonna have an Asian hand" I started laughing, but a door slammed and we all froze.
Michael came back in after a while, persuading the man to leave. "He's gone. But we gotta get outta here, because once he gets to the club he's gonna find out she's not there and he's gonna be back"
"Fernando! It's time to go!" Michael shouted, as we finally managed to get all the money into a bag.
"Hey, looky here. Looky here. Pocket change, in case you wanna tip the valet when you're at the Ritz" T-Bag threw each of us a bundle of notes, his eyes lingering on me.
"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, boy. Where's Sucre?" C-Note asked.
"Right here" We turned to see Sucre pointing a gun at us.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Drop the bag. No-one's going anywhere"
AN: Three chapters in one day :) and now they know she's a girl. Dun Dun Dun