Michael felt like dirt when he walked out of the office, for the fact that Sara, he couldn't do it, he wasn't even sure how he was feeling, but it wasn't something good, it wasn't something to be proud of, but he kissed Sara, she kissed him back, but he just couldn't take the keys, and as he was being taken back to Gen Pop, his eyes caught a look on Nikole's face, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he made him nervous.

Sara was sitting in her office, her hand kept touching her lips, her eyes looking to where Michael once sat, the place he kissed her, told her to wait for him, it was like a soap opera.

Nikole was sitting in her own office, a dark feeling washing over her, she kept glancing to Sara still in the same room she'd given Michael his shot.
Doing the exact same thing... She'd done when he kissed her... She looked pissed.

Sara for a second found her gaze going to Nikole, since the night Nikole punched her, she knew that she could never have a civil conversation with her, but the fact her staring at her like that was making her feel nervous, she quickly picked up her bag looking over to the other woman, "I'm going to get lunch, you want anything?"

Nikole looked around the office, carefully feeling an uneasy feeling within the room, which was natural enough. "Where are you going too?" She wondered, trying to be polite but that was rough waters.

Sara looked on the spot, "Erm, I was going to that cafe," she pointed more, "the one that does the constant stream of refilled coffee." she then pulled her bag up her arm putting her keys inside, "I was just," she shook her head, "Never mind, I've been having a very odd week..."

"It's okay." Nikole nodded her head carefully. "No I'm fine, thanks for asking though - enjoy lunch..." Nikole looked down, at her files.

Sara kept feeling like she was missing something, it was like she felt like in the calm before the storm, so she slipped out of the office looking back to the door feeling awkward.

Sara walked back into the wing while fiddling around into her bag, she kept looking around, for a second she tapped on the door, and she kept looking into her bag feeling awkward.

Nikole stared at her for a minute, before getting up, walking over and opening the door for Sara, "Everything okay?" She wondered.

"I," she walked into the office, she started to move things on her desk, she turned looking to Nikole, "I know this sounds odd," her hand going to her mouth, "I swear," her head shaking, "Did I take my keys with me?" she asked trying to not freak completely out.

Nikole glanced over her, 'Yeah, you put them in your bag in front of me, - Did you drop them?" Nikole wondered.

Sara glanced back, "I retraced my steps," she held her index finger up, "I checked my car," another finger, "I've checked here," feeling lost, "and you said I took my keys..." she paused for a moment, "That bitch!" she snapped, she turned heading for the door, her destination was the visitation log.

"What bitch?" Nikole was confused and kind of interested, getting up she followed Sara, "Who are we talking about?" She wondered.

Sarah kept walking, she turned to look at Nikole, "Oh you'll know her," she looked to a C.O, "Can I look at the visitation log?" she asked while he pointed it out, she rushed looking to the names, and there it was, her hand going to her forehead, "She stole my keys," she inhaled looking to Nikole, "Scofield's wife, stole my keys," she pointed her name in the log, "and gave them to Michael..."

"Why would - Michael needed your keys? Why would he get his ... Wife, to steal them? When he's in the Infirmary every day?" Nikole kept looking from Sara to the Visitation log.

Sara kept looking to the log, back to Nikole feeling the pit of her stomach sinking, "I, I don't know." she kept looking nervous, "but what ever it is," she swallowed a dry lump, "I'll call in someone to change the locks." she pointed out know that it was first priority to secure that room.

"Okay, come on I'll let your back into the Infirmary." Nikole pulled out her own keys always in her pocket; they were on a key chain of Blue Dice from Vegas.

"Nikole, you're going to want to see this one." Katie leaned into the office looking from Sara to Nikole, "Avocado," she said quickly, "Tore his scrotum." her voice trying to keep professional, "I don't think he really caught it, but I need you." she pointed out feeling worried about it.

Nikole glanced to the large, hairy older man, a sheet over his lower half with a lot of towels and ice.
"Okay, ..." She tried to remain professional as well but on the inside she was mentally throwing up.
She thought about David, being in that cell with this man. "Mister Balz-Johnson." She said walking into the room seeing him. "Can you tell me how, this happened?" She washed her hands.

Avocado kept looking to Nikole, "I told the C.O, I told that nurse," he kept his voice tense, the fact right now everything stung, he was hurting, and he was going to make that kid pay for this. "I was getting from my bunk, and I got it caught," he said firmly.

"Mmm-hmm, okay..." She exhaled pulling on a pair of white gloves. "Well were going to get you some pain medication and we're going to stitch you up."

He kept watching Nikole, "so when will I'll be able to get back to Gen Pop?" his voice rough now, he kept thinking about getting back to his cell, he needed to get back, then oh that kid was going to regret this so much.

"Probably by tomorrow evening." Nikole nodded getting a stitch kit and a needle of Morphine. "I'm going to give you some Morphine now." She held up the needle.

Bellick was now looking around the new break room, he kept smirking to himself, "A good job," he sat at the table while looking around the place, "gotta admit boys, them crocks took their time, but this is a sweet shack." he kept smirking about the place.

Rizzo was touching the newly painted walls. "Mmm-hmm... Better than it was before." He smirked, "I love dirt cheap labour from Convicts." He sat down in one of the chairs.

Bellick kept looking smug, then looked as Patterson, "Why are you looking so pissed for man?" he sipped some of his coffee, he glanced to the walls then finally Rizzo, "well," he kept smirking, "Just think, soon, that Burrows is going to fry," he inhaled, "I heard there is a poll going around about how wacky Hart will look when all shaved."

"I've heard about that poll, never gave it a second thought really. I mean..." Rizzo shrugged. "I think Reese started it... Mack won't buy into it either." Rizzo sipped his coffee.
"Won't buy into what?" Mack came into the break room.

"The poll on Hart," Bellick laughed, "When she gets shaved, guys wondering if she'll still look fuckable..." he pointed out, then laughed, "I can tell you one thing," he sipped his coffee, "No one will ever be hitting that, unless well." he smirked, "Girls got no one to final visitations, so who knows..."

"Dude, that isn't right..." Rizzo glanced toward Bellick with a serious look on his face, Sliding his chair away from Bellick a little bit.
"Oh, that poll - yeah its stupid." Mack went to his locker.

Bellick inhaled, "Fine, I guess I'll just do my rounds," he walked out of the office, he kept his voice serious, but inside he knew, he knew that none of them men really liked him, just tolerated him.

John was most definitely on the pay phone, arranging a plane for the unfolding events during yard time, glancing behind him too see T-bag watching his every move.

Next morning Sara looked to Nikole, "so we're going to confront him?" she asked looking to the other woman, it wasn't the fact they were friends, no they still couldn't stand each other, but right now they had a common goal. Find out what Scofield is up to, so in the moment they were going to have to get along to get them answers.

Nikole nodded, "Naturally. I want to know what the hell is going on here that I'm missing." She exhaled.

Sara kept nodding, "so, we ask him," she kept focused, "Then I really think it's something, you should report to Henry." she kept herself calm, the fact was, she didn't like this, most of all, she hated feeling used.

"After we find out what it is, we need facts to back this up..." Nikole nodded leaning against her desk. It was strange having a conversation with Sara.

Sara kept nodding in agreement, "right," she inhaled looking to Michael being brought to the office, uncuffed.
Michael felt on the spot, the fact today didn't start well, and it wasn't going to end well. "Wow, I get both of you today." he kept his charm, "I didn't know my birthday came early this year..." he kept looking from Sara to Nikole, but felt the tension.

Nikole pulled on a pair of white gloves, after closing the office door, taking out a veil of Insulin glancing to Sara. "I don't find this humorous, do you Sara?"

Sara shook her head, she held her hand to Nikole, "But then you don't need that insulin, do you Michael?" her voice a cool calm.
Michael glanced from Sara to Nikole and back again, "I, I don't get it?" he felt like he was a cornered animal, both of them watching him.
Sara inhaled, "I had to do Olivia's exam, and she being in a very sedated state, I found her to be very honest Michael." Sara kept her arms folded.
"She's sedated, she calls me the bunny king, so anything she says, it's a complete lie!"

"Would be a complete lie, if she hadn't previously mentioned to me how she never remembered you being a diabetic when you two were kids, a long time ago." Nikole crossed her arms. "You're playing us Michael, what do you want. Honestly? Drugs?" She asked out of the blue.

"Would you believe me, if I said cotton balls?" Michael kept trying to keep humour, but Sara's face kept stone.
The fact was she was falling for him, and right now she felt like she'd hit the bottom, "Michael, it's time to be serious, what do you want from us?"
"The keys." Michael said softly while trying to stop feeling like he was going to get a stoning.

"Congratulations, is this the first time you've been honest with us?" Nikole narrowed her eyes.
She was trying not to fall harder than she all ready was; she kept setting her mind back to Kevin, as she watched Michael.

"It's not..." Michael started.
Sara held a hand up, "We're sick of the lies, and the coincidences and the stories. All of it." she kept her eyes focused, "Michael..."
Michael stepped forward, "Please understand that I never meant...I never wanted to involve you in this, either of you..." he kept trying to keep calm.
Sara side glanced to Nikole, "Well, you've done a pretty poor job of that." she felt her eyes back to Michael.
Michael inhaled, "I came here to tell you something. I'm getting my brother out of here. Tonight. And I need your help." his attention on both of them.

Nikole felt her eyes going large, staring from Sara to Michael, clearing her throat. "Michael, honestly, for your own good don't say anything more." She watched him, she didn't want to know, if she knew she was obligated to report it.

Michael nodded; "You know he's innocent." he kept looking from Sara to Nikole, more so to Sara.

"Do what you're talking about and he won't be." she felt like she was going to be torn, and right now she was feeling sick with everything.

Michael kept focused on his hands, "But he'll still be alive." his tone serious.

Nikole rubbed the back of her neck, "Michael, you understand that we are required to report everything you're telling us?" She exhaled when Michael said 'yes.'
"Then why would you tell us?" She looked from Sara to him again.

"Because you're the only one that can help. And because I know you want to be part of the solution." Michael kept looked to Sara first, then turned to Nikole, "and you've been on many anti death penalty protests..." he kept trying.
"Yeah, aiding and abetting is not part of the solution." her tone going cold.
Michael kept looking, "you know it's not just Lincoln, look at Olivia," his attention working on Nikole, "You know she only did her crime, because she feared for her life," he was pushing his point.

Nikole crossed her arms over her chest, "Michael, don't pull the cards with me. Olivia still committed murder..." She looked down; she didn't want to seem weak. She kept looking down, before glancing to Sara.

"A murder, a murder she never wanted to have to happen." he felt like he needed a new angle, "knowing what you know about his case," his eyes on Sara now.
"How dare you put this on me? I did what I could. I gave my father the information..." she felt like she could break into tears.
Michael nodded, "No offence to your father, but the people framing Lincoln... let's just say they have a higher security clearance."

Nikole almost scoffed, "Now it's a conspiracy?" She tried not to give Michael a 'you've lost it completely.' look, exhaled softly. Putting her hands into her white lab coat.

"I didn't come here to have a debate." he kept his tone serious, his hand always exposed.
Sara folded her arms across her chest, "You're asking us to break the law." her eyes kept fixed on Michael now.
Michael felt his stomach drop, "I'm asking you to make a mistake. Not hurt anyone. Not steal anything. Just...forget to lock up. Leave the door unlocked when you leave tonight. That's it. Please." he looked to both now.

Nikole looked from the door behind them, to Michael, to Sara and toward the window with bars over it. "This is where you're breaking out of? This room?"

Michael nodded lightly, "There are alarm contacts in the glass surrounding the door. Otherwise, I wouldn't need you to..."

"We was part of your plan. Was it all an act?" her voice dropped the hurt in her tone, her hand covering her mouth feeling sick.

"At first. Yes. I needed to be here. But then I wanted to be here. With you," he then blinked, "both of you..."

Sara laughed, "So, not only you use us, you use us both at the same time!"

Michael, "Well, I only planned on," he stopped talking, "it's not the point, "it's killing me to know that you'll never believe that. Whatever you may think of me, this is about Lincoln. Don't make him pay for my mistakes."

Nikole scoffed at him, looking annoying and possible, Heart broken? Her eyes fixed on his for a minute, before turning and storming out of the office after opening the door.

Sara kept looking to Michael, "I just don't know how to look at you right now," she followed out after Nikole, she kept looking to the woman brushing her hand under her eyes. She could see a C.O taking him away. "What do we do now?" she asked trying to keep herself together.

Nikole looked like she wanted to rip her hair from its roots. "I don't know... I mean... I just..." She opened her water bottle taking a long sip of it. She looked at the door.

Michael kept looking around the little cell, he was touching the walls, feeling everything, kept trying to think, this was worse when he only had so much time, but he was going to have to pull something from his ass at this moment of time, he knew Lincoln was talking on, but in the moment, he just needed a plan.

Lincoln was chained against the cell wall, seeing Michael looking around the cell. "So this whole thing, this whole time, it was never about me. It was about Dad. Can't believe it." He paused, Michael doing that distant look with a mile a minute thoughts running over his head; "Michael? Michael!"

"What!" Michael snapped from it, he kept trying to get his brain into the right place, but then he looked to Lincoln chained up, it was making her feel worse about the fact he had no clue how to get him out.

Lincoln didn't stop looking at him, "Got something you wanna tell me? I just told you everything we knew about Dad was a lie and you barely blinked." He looked unpleased about that.

"We have to go. Tonight." he kept looking around again, he didn't give Lincoln a word, "Bellick found the hole, so either we go now, or it's over." he inhaled and exhaled, his hands running up the chains ignoring the look on Lincoln's face, "The chains on your locks, they're, uh..." he bit his lip lightly.

Lincoln eyes scanned over his little brother, "Michael..." His voice was calm, but as Michael kept going on Lincoln raised his voice with all seriousness. "Michael!" He caught his attention finally. "Listen to me. Go. You gotta go."

"Don't say that." Michael sat down again looking to his brother feeling scared, "I promised Olivia Linc," he kept watching, "please..."

"Look at me!" Lincoln moved his hands making the chains clink, "You can't do this. There isn't enough time. If you stay here, they'll nail you and you'll rot in here." He sighed, but his green eyes were serious, "I'm not asking you, man, I'm telling you. Leave me behind. Go. Take Olivia and go."

Michael kept holding the shank to Henry Pope, "I'm breaking out, and I'm taking my brother with me!" he kept staring at him, his eyes stone, but inside he felt like he was going insane, he wasn't sure how he was going to get away with this.

Henry was looking from the shank and Michael; he never in his life would've expected this from Michael Scofield, "You son of a bitch!"

Michael kept his hand forward, "We're gonna take this real easy, Warden. I just need you to do a couple of things for me." he kept still, but the sound of the radio caught Michael's attention, "Tell the guard you spoke with Bellick, and he said he's taking some personal time." he kept his tone tense, he didn't like how he was feeling.

"Okay. I just need you to do one more thing." he kept looking to Pope, "Get on the chair!" he pointed the shank closer to him, "Right now." he kept pointed, when Henry was on the chair, he got some duck tape, now he was sticking him to the chair before picking the radio up. "Have Lincoln transferred to the infirmary. And he needs to be there overnight." he kept serious, "And Olivia taken from the Whack shake too," he kept serious.

"Pope to base." Henry said after not getting the answer to his first question about how long Michael had been planning this.
"Go ahead, Sir." A male voice spoke.
"Have, Lincoln Burrows and - Olivia Hart transferred to sick bay, I want them both held over night for ... Tests." He said.
"Copy that." The man said and Henry looked back at Michael, his eyes dark.

"Once we're gone, you'll find Bellick in a hole under the guards' break room. I'm sorry you got caught in the middle, but one day you'll understand why I did this." he kept himself cool, but the fact was clear, he was being feeling sick to his stomach.

Henry glared to Michael, "You'll never make it over the wall." His voice was trying to jinx the whole escape.

While Olivia was sitting down, she was looking out the window to the night, the bars were over the windows, she kept looking to the twinkle feeling herself yawning, her eyes kept looking to the night, but some reason something felt weird.

A Corrections Officer came into the ward with the man in white, who opened Olivia's cell/room door. "Olivia." He said catching her attention from the stars.
"You're being moved to Sick Bay overnight, for tests." The C.O. smiled.

Olivia got to her feet, she kept looking to him, "A trip," she giggled, "so much fun," she now held her hands out waiting for the cuffs, her wrist still bandaged up, not so big now, her eyes going to the C.O she wasn't quiet sure to what tests would need to be done.

"Yes, a trip." The C.O. said, cuffing her, being extra careful with the bandaged wrist. "Come on, the moon is orange!" He smiled; he was a nice C.O. one that didn't approve of Bellick's way. One who didn't get paid forty thousand a year to be a hero.
He walked slowly with Olivia down the dimmed hallway.

Getting to the infirmary Olivia glanced over to the next bed seeing Lincoln, she smiled, "Pretty..." she glanced across to him.

Sara walked out of the office, she felt the bottle of morphine in her pocket, and she kept looking to Katie making her way to her. "Hey..." she listened to the alarm, "Whack shack..." she laughed, "All that noise." she pointed out.

Sara nodded, "Yeah," she looked to Lincoln Burrows and Olivia Hart, her heart sinking, "I better get going." she headed for the exit looking back to the door. Katie was following Sara out.

Lincoln glanced over, seeing Olivia, he tugged on his handcuffs still attached to the Gurney he was sitting on. ",'Livia!" He said seeing her, but his heart skipped a beat.

"You are so pretty..." her eyes kept focused, the fact it wasn't so long ago she was given her night medication, her hand that wasn't cuffed kept reaching for him. "Want..." her hand kept reaching, her bandage showing.

Lincoln stared at the bandage, feeling himself look down, he felt horrible thinking about that, before he tried to reach for her outstretched hand.

Michael now walked into the room, he glanced from Lincoln to Olivia, and he had everyone behind him. "Okay..." he finally looked to the C.O. "Uncuff them!" he snapped looking the business.

C.O. Rizzo stood up seeing Michael Scofield dressed in C.O. clothing and a bunch of Inmates dressed in white jumpsuits matching Olivia's. "Okay! I don't make Fourteen dollars an hour to be a hero!" He uncuffed Lincoln who rubbed his wrist, smiling at Michael.
Rizzo uncuffed Olivia as well. "Just pretend I'm not here boss." He whispered.
"Yeah, you and the radio!" T-Bag said before punching him in the face knocking him out.

C.O. Rizzo stood up seeing Michael Scofield dressed in C.O. clothing and a bunch of Inmates dressed in white jumpsuits matching Olivia's. "Okay! I don't make Fourteen dollars an hour to be a hero!" He uncuffed Lincoln who rubbed his wrist, smiling at Michael.
Rizzo uncuffed Olivia as well. "Just pretend I'm not here boss." He whispered.
"Yeah, you and the RADIO!" T-Bag said before punching him in the face knocking him out.

T-Bag looked over Olivia, "Really, now... " He watched her, the medication she was on making her a little more insane than she all ready was.
"We've gotta get to the window, Michael." Lincoln stood up, looking to Olivia.
Charles stood in back, holding his side painfully. No one noticed Haywire yet, watching from afar.

Olivia kept looking to T-Bag, but Michael pulled her back from T-Bag, "Right, we're going to go upstairs," he looked into her eyes, "Okay," he kept nodding.

Abruzzi nodded, "Lets go," following up the stairs, Michael could see it was all clear, but his hands touching the door to the office, he inhaled.

"It better be open, Papi." Fernando was standing beside Michael like his right-hand man.
Looking from the silver knob to Michael's face and back.
Lincoln was standing with Olivia, keeping an eye on her and keeping T-Bag away from her.

Olivia kept close to Lincoln now, "Are we going out?" she whispered calmly.

"Olivia," Michael glanced back to her, "Be, very, quiet." he watched her eyes, "Agree?"

"Quiet," she repeated, and was being very calm; her eyes found Michael's.

Now Michael turned the door, "We're in," he pushed it the rest of the way open starting to look at the window. "First we gotta get that window out. Then we gotta get the bars off."

Fernando nodded, moving to the window, working some of his fast-finger magic. "Watch it, watch it..." He glanced behind him.

Michael now with everyone getting the fire hose around the bars, he was doing everything to make sure it was tied.

Olivia was looking to everyone working, she felt herself biting her lip, "I don't think," She sat down, "I think I can, I see my friend..." she kept smiling.

"What are you talking about?" T-Bag stared at her. Before seeing Sucre tying the knot around the barred windows.
"Ready?" He glanced back toward Michael and everyone, pillows and blankets on the floor to muffle the sound.

Michael kept ingoing Olivia, "She's on a dose of sedative, they make her," he stopped, "It's like, she's, being glass, and her mind is numbed." he then tied the end of the fire hose to the rail in the elevator, he stepped out pretty the button. It closed, but then opened again.

Michael pressed the button again, again, it closed, Olivia placed her chin on his shoulder, "Ooh oh..." her voice singsong light.

"What now, genius?" T-Bag said darkly seeing the door opening and closing again, "Take your time. We got..." He grabbed Michael's wrist checking the time "... fifteen minutes to get over that wall."

"Time," Olivia kept brushing her hands around Michael's stomach hugging him, "What you doing Michael, time, tick, tick, tick..."

Michael brushed, "Olivia!" he tried to snap, but see her eyes welling, "Olivia, go see if Lincoln's okay..." he was softer speaking to her.

David rolled his eyes, he got into the elevator, he pressed the button, the door closed going down.

Olivia still holding onto Michael, "weee!" she giggled, "He did it, he did it!" she clapped.

Fernando and Lincoln moved, seeing the hose getting tighter losing its slack as David went down with the elevator. The bars were creaking, before pulling and ripping apart.

Michael watched it break off the wall, "Let's go, guys, I need those suits." he looked over to Olivia.

"Suits..." she then started to take hers off, and Michael stood frozen, "Erm, Olivia..." he tried to stop her taking her suit off, standing half naked, "Olivia!"

"Suits..." she repeated while trying to go against Michael.

David getting back to them, "Hey if the girl wants to her freak on..."

Michael's eyes glared to David, "No, no," he kept looking for help.

"Olivia, keep your suit on." Lincoln looked her in the eyes, trying to connect with her, "Okay?" He nodded.
Abruzzi saw David re-appearing, "Good job, Kiddo." He said to him while removing his suit.
When no one was paying attention, Haywire appeared to stand in front of everyone with a Radio.

Olivia kept looking into Lincoln's eyes, her eye focused, "okay..." then looked, "Charles!" she turned quickly with a smile, "Hi!" her hand waved.

Haywire looked at Olivia, he wasn't and hadn't been on his pills in a few days, so he looked back to the crew.
T-Bag advanced toward him but he held up the radio. "I knew it. As soon as I saw you go into Psych Ward, I knew it. Either I come with..." He looked at Michael. "Or I make a little person-to-person call here."

Olivia walked over to Haywire, "Michael said you could come," she placed her hand on his, "So you are coming." she tapped his hands lightly, "Michael..." her eyes looking to him big, almost childlike.

"Haywire, just take it easy." he kept looking to the man with the radio, and he didn't trust him right now, he never could trust him.

"The other person being a Correctional Officer." Haywire continued.

"He's in." Lincoln said making John look at Lincoln.

"What?" He looked seriously.
"I said he's in!" He snapped.
"Are you crazy?" John watched Lincoln shifting and moving to the window, ripping under the outer half bar, hands on the wire. In a Army hang.
" Okay, after Lincoln, we go alphabetically." He stated holding the jumpsuits, putting them on Lincoln's chest.

"Easy for you to say, A bruzzi!" C-Note was pissed off with this.

Michael rolled his eyes, "Seriously, can we get this done without the bitch fight..."

"You said a bad word..." Olivia pointed and giggled, her eyes going to C-Note.

C-Note staring at Olivia, "She tripping, and I don't trust her..."

Michael pinched his nose, "She's going to be fine, she's crossing the wire with me," he pointed out looking to Olivia staring at David.

"Dude, why is she looking at me funny?" David stepped away from Olivia, seeing T-Bag and going back to Olivia.

"Maybe because you look funny." T-Bag suggested to David before looking to the window, Lincoln moving across it pretty fast.
John was standing on the ledge until he crossed fully, laying the suits down over the barbed wire pushing it down. He held onto the pole. Waving them over quickly. John was going next.
Fernando was going next, but not faster giving Michael a small smile.
Charles winced gasping; he fell over, sliding down against the cabinets.

Olivia kept looking to David, "you smell like soap..."

"Thanks," he felt awkward, "name?" he asked trying to keep calm.

"Olivia," her eyes kept on his, "I'm drugged up," she nodded.

C-Note kept looking to Westmoreland, "Whoa..." he caught him before he fell down hitting the floor.

Michael turning around looking upset, "Charles." he whispered.

"You okay, old man?" C-Note looked over him, his face pale white.

Charles was getting colder and paler by the minute. "No." He whispered looking from C-Note to Michael.
Haywire stared at them. When no one was on the wire, he ran to it, taking his chance pulling himself across it. Munche was keeping back awkwardly.

Olivia bit her lip, she rushed over to him pushing passed David and T-Bag, her arms wrapped around Westmoreland, closing her eyes, "No, no," she whimpered, "No..." her eyes going blurry from tears.

Michael starting to look like a deer in headlights, he kept looking to Olivia balling all over him, "It's just a few more steps. You can make it."

Charles felt Olivia near him, he felt so numb, so cold. "Oh, I could make it another foot. Maybe two. But why? I wasn't going for me. I was going for my daughter. And you can do that. Will you promise me?" He focused on Michael who was getting blurry.
When Michael did promise. Charles continued, "Moneys, buried under a silo. At the Double K Ranch just outside of Tooele, Utah. There's plenty to split. The government didn't want any more embarrassment after I took all the money so they lowballed it to the papers. The truth is Michael; it's not one million under that silo. There's five million dollars there." He got out. T-Bag looked surprised, but pretended he heard nothing about it.

Olivia kept holding onto Westmoreland, her eyes looking to his, "Anything you want me to do?" her voice rough, her hands brushing her eyes.

Michael kept looking to Westmoreland, he put his arms around Olivia trying to stop her hurting him more, he found a pillow putting it behind his head, "There, there..." he whispered not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

Charles gasped feeling Olivia holding onto him, but he didn't so much mind. "Give Anna her papa's love..." He whispered to Michael.
As T-Bag slide across that wire with ease, Charles winced again, as C-Note went leaving Michael, Olivia and Munche. "Bro, we gotta go." He looked nervous.
"Go, Michael. Go and don't look back." Charles nodded to him.

Olivia blinked more tears, her hands reaching for Westmoreland's face, Michael holding around her waist. "I'll do that," she kept trying to hold on, "I'll never forget to."

"Olivia..." the sounds of sirens happening, "Olivia," Michael looked to Westmoreland, "Come on," he pushed her to the window, her eyes going wide.

"I can't, I, I can't..." her body shaking, Michael held her face in his hands, "leave me..."

"No!" he snapped, "Olivia, I promised I'll get you back to Lincoln," he pointed to the rope, then the wall, "He's waiting..." he the watched as Olivia climbed, Michael keeping his hands on her, nervous, but she was crawling across pretty well.

Lincoln was watching nervously from the other side of the wall, holding onto the pipe, he could hear the metal on the other side losing its hold. Watching Olivia in her bright white suit climbing. "Come on, 'Livia!" His voice was low.

Olivia made it over, her eyes looking to Lincoln's, there was a moment of silence between them, and for that second she just kept staring, but quickly moved to get down the other side of the wall.

Michael exhaled, "Okay," he looked to Manche, "We better leave..." he added feeling the sirens getting louder.

"You better go first, bro." Munche felt the weight issue coming into play, maybe he shouldn't have eaten that second brownie at Chow. He nodded to Michael quickly.
"Come on Michael!" Lincoln said sharply.

Michael got onto the wire, he started to move really quick, but the sounds of dogs were making him nervous, he didn't even feel when Munche got onto the line, but as it snapped, he felt the air whoosh pasted him, he felt the pain of his ribs hitting the wall. Michael stared to the outstretched hand of Lincoln's for a second everything felt slow motion, but as he climbed Lincoln's hand grabbed his pulling him up, and they were both over the wall and gone.