Rubbing his ear and looking over Olivia, she may have been right, but he didn't want to believe that, he just wanted to fins hid brother.
"Come on Turk, move faster." Lincoln walked head of Olivia. Going deeper into the darkness, the steam pipes letting vapour rise.

Turk kept moving through the tunnel, he could tell they were fair enough, he kept still waiting for Lincoln to walk in front of him, his hand going into his pocket feeling the wire rolled up.
Olivia kept falling behind, she couldn't believe she was following this, but if something bad was going to happen, she wanted to be able to say 'I told you so' when the time was right.

Lincoln did walk in front of Turk in a wild search to find Michael. He barely noticed Turk moving to attack him as he felt something around his neck. Lincoln twisted. Shouting darkly.

Turk was holding the wire around his throat, he was twisting it at the back, making it more tense on his throat making it harder for Lincoln to breathe.
Hearing the struggle, Olivia ran seeing the scene, "I told you so!" she yelled before rushing and jumping on Turk's bad, "Get off him!" she yelled smacking every part of Turk's head.
Turk wasn't sure what to do, finish off Burrows, or get the stupid bitch off his back.

"Almost in! Baby! We gonna have a real nice time white chocolate!" The heavy set black man yelled, putting a bigger hole in the doors glass as Nikole pulled her white coat off, opening the medical cupboard looking for something sharp.

Michael had run faster than he'd run in his whole life, he kept thinking of the map on his body, how he'd studied it. He kept focused. He moved into the ceiling, he moved seeing the smoke coming from where he'd assume where Nikole Was, he moved a tile. "Nikole!" he called into the room to try and gain her attention.

Nikole froze and screamed a little when she heard her name behind her, turning around she stared, before looking up. Her eyes went wide seeing Michael. "Michael?" She felt nervous.

Michael poked his head through the hole, he could see her looking up, his hand held down, "Come on!" he said while focused on her, then hearing the inmates getting closer, it was hard for him to get any closer to her, without falling in himself.

For a minute, Nikole felt frozen on the spot. Her eyes staring into Michaels before snapping out of it, nodding she stood on something, taking his hand carefully.

Michael used on hand on the beam, the other wrapped around Nikole's hand, he watched her using her free hand to hold onto his arm as he pulled her up into the craw space. "I'll help you get out of here." Michael spoke quietly feeling her blue eyes ice blue focused on him, "you've got to trust me."

Feeling an uneasy feeling in her stomach, Nikole didn't know what to say, her fingers were wrapped around a small bar, as she shook and exhaled nervously. "Okay." She squeaked lowly.

Michael kept focused on her eyes, he kept watching them, but soon glancing around to see the way they needed to go, but also hear the noise of them men below them. "You need to be..." he whispered placing a finger to her lips lightly. Then he used his other hand to point the right direction.

Nodding, Nikole tried to stop herself shaking and looking like a weak little girl. She started to follow behind Michael down the crawl space, her eyes kept watching him, the voices below making her shudder.

Lincoln could feel the sharp wire, dig into his flesh, it stung as he moved his fist back against Turks face, getting the wire off his neck, he could feel blood. "What the fuck man!" He snapped before seeing Olivia on his back.

Still on Turk's back, Turk found that Lincoln had gotten out of his grip, his hands going to Olivia pulling her off his back, he found it easy to throw the woman into a wall.
Olivia felt the wall; she smacked the back of her head before landing as a pile on the floor. "First," Turk pointed to Lincoln, "I'm going to kill you, and then, I'm going to really kill her!" he snapped his head to where Olivia was trying to get back to her feet.

"Like hell!" Lincoln snapped dark, he rushed Turk, pushing him backwards and bringing his fist into his jaw.
The burning around his neck was like a sharp heated up knife barely touching his skin, pulling away and barely touching his skin again.
It made him angry. The cuff still around his knuckles, he hit Turk again.

Turk felt the punch, he charged at Lincoln, he wasn't going to let Burrows live, he kept hitting him, they two men in a 'to the death' battle.
Olivia kept herself together, managing to get to her feet holding her head, nothing cut, but possibly a big bump soon. "Lincoln!" her voice shaken up, but she couldn't help, she could only watch.

Lincoln heard her but didn't look at her, Turk and himself moving around and hitting each other, Before Lincoln pushed him backwards, and his eyes going wide as Turk fell backwards off a venting shaft toward the cement below.

Olivia felt herself to where Lincoln was standing, she looked over the railing to the man laying still below, "I think he's not going to be killing anyone." her voice rough while looking up to Lincoln.

Michael kept behind her, but then felt himself paused. "White Chocolate, we can hear you up there." the voice boomed, "you won't get away from us." and a few inches in front of Nikole's face a broom handle.

Her eyes were huge, as she froze up again. Stammering on nothing but air, she looked petrified. Staring at the broom handle pushing the titles away.

"Blue eyes," the southern voice rang, "come play," another pole went up, and Michael pulled Nikole closer to him, he pulled them against the wall holding her close to his chest, he could hear them carrying on running.
"You alright?" he asked focused on her face, it was paler than normal.

Nikole was trying not to shake, her eyes finding Michael's; her heart was beating so fast. "I'm... Okay..." She spoke lowly, no she wasn't.

Michael kept nodded, "Right," he looked forward, "move carefully," he let her go, his hands on her back lightly, "We've got a lot of ground to cover before we can get you to the nearest exit." he kept speaking, he felt bad for her, but then needed a story.

Nikole kept moving, anxiety building up in her chest; she kept crawling before stopping, looking back at Michael. "I think - I need a minute." She whispered her voice shaky.

Michael stopped moving, he sat down resting, he felt sweaty, he looked a mess, and he was scared he stank off really bad. "So, do you travel?" he asked her casually, like two people meeting for the first time, "Cos I know this place in Mexico, cheap beer, long happy hours." he kept focused on her, hoping she'd calm down.

Nikole laughed nervously, her fingers tapping against her knee, fingers shaky.
"Michael, its sweet your trying but... Its not working." She looked grimily at him; her blonde hair that was in a neat bun was sticking out all over the place.

Michael laughed, "sorry, not that good at consoling." he rested his hands on his knees looking to Nikole, "So, what made you want to work in the correctional facility?" he kept watching her closely, knowing that he wanted to know her, but didn't want to use her.

Thinking about it, Nikole shifted, "I wanted to... Help people, maybe let inmates know not everyone working within the Prison walls was against them." She laughed, "My God-Father Greg, bet me two thousand dollars I wouldn't last a week and I wanted to prove him wrong, ended up loving the job."

"Well hats off to Greg, who ever he is," he knew fully well who he was, but then he wasn't going to let Nikole know all the research he did on her, that would be way creepy. "But we really need to move." he added on quickly.

For the last while this had been happening, where the COs had been gathered.
Kevin Scarlatti was standing with the Warden, wearing a black suit and sunglasses.
"I want my fiancée out in the next five minutes before I'm sending in SWAT, understand Henry?"

Pope cleared his throat, "We're doing all we can," he glanced to the map trying to figure out, "All we can tell you is," he looked to the man, "She's on the B-wing, and we've been told that B-Wing isn't involved with the riot."

"Is that so? You better hope that's the case, because if it isn't." Kevin didn't remove his sunglasses, but the look in his eyes was dangerous. Kevin was much more than a filer for the Secret Service department in Chicago.

"I know, but right now." Pope turned around facing him, "I have to go by the book, it's standard protocol." he felt himself staring into the dark glasses, but knowing that right now, he prayed to any god that Nikole was okay.

"Three minutes." Kevin walked away from the Warden, toward his SWAT Team; he was going to send them into position.

Lincoln eyes were dark looking at her, before catching his breath, watching the man below unmoving and not breathing either it seemed. "You think?" He asked her with a somewhat sarcastic tone. "You all right?" He looked at the goose egg starting on her head.

"Me," she rubbed her head lightly, "More you," she tried to step closer, but took a step back, she glanced down, "I think he moved." she pointed, her eyes going to the stairs, she started to make her way down to where Turk was lying face down.

Lincoln was beside her; he knelt down, pushing Turk onto his back. "Turk, who sent you?" His voice dark, eyes narrowed, his hand on the man's throat as blood bubbled from Turks mouth.

Olivia watched his body fall, he kept still and she stepped back from it looking to Lincoln, "I don't get it," her voice small at first before moving closer to Lincoln now touching his shoulder, "Why would someone want to kill you?"

Lincoln kept staring over Olivia, "Maybe because... I didn't commit the crime I'm on Death Row for." His voice dropped, "And people are trying to shut me up..." His green eyes stared into hers. He waited for the laughing.

Laughing, and then holding her head, "Ow, bad idea," she said to herself before looking to Lincoln. Olivia found herself looking up into his eyes for the first time, "I guess he didn't want a witness." she kept looking to the body, then back to Lincoln, "I just find it funny, the guy they assume would be a killer, isn't," her eyes looking to her hands, "and the person no one would of that would kill, did..."

Lincoln looked uncomfortable with the situation Olivia had presented between the two of them, he picked at his ear lobe carefully. "Yeah - funny how things work out, huh?" He looked down the long narrow steam pipe pathway.

"Right," for a second she could tell that Lincoln wasn't comfortable with her, "Lets find Michael," she started to make her way back the way they got here. For a second she glanced back to Lincoln still standing awkward, the shook her head carrying on walking.

Dragging himself from thought, he ran catching up with where Olivia went, he started thinking about the Escape, maybe he owed Olivia now, but he wanted to clear that up with Michael before offering an invite, though he'd probably ask her anyways even if Michael didn't approve. "Gen pop is this way." He pointed right toward the fork in the pipes.

When he spoke, it made Olivia jump, "Sorry, not familiar with the layout." she turned to head in the right direction. "You know, I never thought you was a dead beat brother." she kept talking, wanting to make something clear. "I just thought you had so much potential, and no outlet for It." she nodded while walking more.

Lincoln slipped his hands into his pockets, the handcuff still around his one wrist, "Thanks? I think, I mean, I did what I had too... Looking out for Michael was the priority." He exhaled, as they walked side by side down the dimly lit piped area. "Guess my potential doesn't really matter now." He laughed dryly.

"Linc, remember," she kept walking forward, "Same boat and all," she looked serious for a moment, "When's your date?" she asked walking slower. "Mines, June twenty fifth," she kept walking.

"May eleventh." Lincoln didn't much want to think about it, but it didn't stop the days from getting closer as the sun set and rose each day.

An awkward silence filled the air for a moment Olivia moved her hand, touching his shoulder, she felt bad, but worse for the fact she didn't know what to say to console him. So she kept silent for a few seconds longer before removing her hand.

"We are almost there." Lincoln's eyes looking forward, he was walking a head of Olivia. Toward the door that was still a good distance away. Pondering the date of his execution, he kept thinking about his son, it made him sigh a helpless one.

"Wait," Olivia caught up to him, then kept walking, for a moment thinking about what he was feeling, but then she'd been on death row for ten years nearly, and it was a very long ten years.

Nikole had a flashback memory on her God-Father Greg standing beside her, as she held up her Medical School diploma. She shook the memory off, "Yeah, sorry." She whispered, crawling across the small space again.

Michael nodded, "It's okay," he moved a panel, he got out of the crawl space looking to Nikole, "I'll help you down." he held his arms out for her, his eyes kept focused.

Nikole was looking down at him, nervously. Slipped from the space, onto a filling cabinet, "Okay, okay..." She carefully stepped from the cabinet into his arms, her hands on his shoulders.

Michael caught her, his eyes felt focused on hers while she stood right in front of him, he inhaled, "We've got to go this way," he said pointing to a door, but could hear the sound of the inmates echoing down the halls.

Michael stood in front of Nikole, "what can I say..." he looked smug, "Guess I'm greedy like that." he looked back to Nikole, trying to get her to another door so she could run out of it.

Another man, behind the big black man saw Nikole behind Michael. "Ouuu! Fish you gotta share..." He smirked.
",'Cause if you don't." Knuckles were cracked, as another man appeared. The three of them didn't like this cracker taking their chocolate, and they advanced onto Michael.

Michael nodded, "Yeah, just," he looked to the three men, one of him, he wasn't good with the fighting, "I'm more of a gentleman." he nodded before picking up a chair throwing it towards them, then grabbing Nikole's hand and running.

Nikole was running along side Michael quickly, impressively in black-heeled dress shoes. Not looking back. Hearing the inmates getting restless behind them. She pulled the two of them into a room near visitation, a door to the outside meters away.

Michael stood behind her, he looked to the door, and back to Nikole, "well guess is where we part ways," he said while looking into her eyes, for a moment just feeling happy that in here he did one thing that was good.

Standing in front of Michael, Nikole kept looking over him. She wanted to take him with her, even if that wasn't possible. The sound of footsteps was getting closer. "Michael..." She said very carefully, her eyes dropping to focus on the tiny red dot on his shirt.

Michael glanced down to where she was staring, "Oh," he looked to the sniper aiming, "Look, you need to run, go..." he went to push her out of the door.

Nikole felt herself being pushed backwards. As the door burst open behind Michael, the sniper outside took his shot as the same time. Hitting a black inmate instead of Michael.

Nikole was out the door, breaking into a run. Three SWAT men with full gear surrounded her, bringing her back onto the yard. Kevin seeing her, took the sunglasses off, his brown eyes deep. "NIK!" He yelled seeing her. Making her turn around, "KEVIN!" She yelled back, jumping into his arms holding him close as riot teams started storming the Prison.

"Yeah?" Lincoln looked down at her, his green eyes into her brown, blinking carefully. He hadn't noticed before right now - in the dim light of the basement steam pipes, she was beautiful.

Stopping near him, "Just you walk really fast for a guy, nearly beaten to death, strangled and in a life or death fight..." she laughed, "I mean, it's weird to see someone take all that."

Lincoln paused thinking about it, biting the lower edge of his lip, before letting it go, "That wasn't really anything, hardly felt it." He laughed slowly; his head was still throbbing from the head butting and it colliding with the floor.

"You don't have to do that," she said before stopping, her eyes focused on his for a few seconds, then smiled, "but I remember you dropping a dung bell on your foot once, and screamed really loud," she carried on walking.

"What makes me worried, is that you remember all this stuff about me - like the dumb bell... But I can only remember you sitting on the couch with Michael, talking about Physics." He caught up with her.

Olivia laughed nervously, "I just remember a lot of stuff," she tapped her head, "Doctors call it Eidetic memory." she shrugged, "Why you think I'm so smart, me with my thing, Michael with his thing, we were the oddballs of oddballs."

"Apparently so." Lincoln whispered, as they got to the A-Wing door, he pulled it open, allowing Olivia to go first. Before following in behind her, the tiers were a mess; things tossed everywhere even a pile of clothes and papers on fire in the centre on the Wing.

Michael made it out of the room, he started to make his way back to Gen pop, he kept getting a feeling this wasn't going to end well, but as he crawled through the hole, he could see T-Bag hadn't killed Bob, but Bob was tied up to the bunk, he walked onto the tiers looking around, he could see the female inmate clear as day. But felt frozen, seeing Lincoln he started to make a run for his brother, running down the stairs, "Lincoln!" he called at the top of his lungs.

Among all the yelling, cracking and any other noise imaginable. Lincoln's ears twitched, he heard his name from the voice he'd trained himself to pick out in a crowd of billions. "Michael!" He yelled back, turning to look at all the same inmates, he started pushing passed people. "Michael!" He yelled again, before seeing him, wrapping his arms around his, pulling him tight and close. "Thank God you're okay!"

Hugging back Michael felt his eyes going wide, "Olivia!" he stepped away from Lincoln, for a few seconds the two were staring at each other, then Michael pulled her into his arms hugging her tight, "I hoped it wasn't you, what are you doing here?" he stopped letting her go, "You're on death row." he looked to his brother, but the moment was cut short with the sound of sirens.

Lincoln turned, footsteps getting closer, heavy boots, shields one to another, SWAT men finally entered the wing, tossing Tear Gas cans across the tiers. The smoke was thick and powerfully quick taking over the space.

Olivia didn't know what to do now, she started to cough, then glanced to Lincoln before knowing what to do, she was jumped by a SWAT team member being forced to the ground beside Lincoln.
Michael rushing up the stairs to see Bob, Abruzzi and Fernando, he looked to Bob serious, "you won't tell anyone what you saw!"
Bob nodded, scared, he didn't want to die, he wanted to quit this job, be with his wife, "I promise, I promise..." he felt Michael untie him letting him go.

T-bag waited, behind the bars of a cell, before slipping out like a Tiger taking his prey down. Driving the hand made shank into Bob's stomach, he pulled it out, stabbing him again, lethally. Pushing him off the second story tiers.
He got into a line, his eyes wild, "One for the team," His tongue slide across his lip.