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Chapter 7:
Ten minutes later Mac came by her side and told everyone to start packing up and putting everything back where it belongs. Mac knew how Bellick could be, and how he manipulated a lot of the other guards to do what he said and what he wanted. Mac was pretty quiet though, and didn't know how to tell that to Kristin, so he didn't say a word about it.

When everything was put away, Mac this time went first, and then; Michael, Sucre, T-bag, Abruzzi and Kristin bringing up the rear. She sighed a heavy sigh as she watched everyone preform a single file line. "Is this day every going to fucking end? Gah!"

To her surprise someone quickly answered her.

"Rough day, girl?" It was Abruzzi. He managed to walk slowly, and there was a noticeable gap between himself, and Kristin and the others.

"Yea, you could say that." She huffed, "I shouldn't complain though."

"Noooo." Abruzzi drew out his word, "I understand." His accent came and went; sometimes it was hard to understand him.

Mac looked back and shouted, "Abruzzi leave the girl alone and hustle your old ass! Let's go!" Mac stopped unexpectedly, having Michael almost cause a domino affect behind him, from nearly running into him. "Damn it Scofield no need to be up my ass!"

Kristin had to wonder if this is how Mac really was, or if he was acting tough just because Kristin was there with him. As they reached gen pop, Mac held the door open, and sounded off what cells to open. "Almost tier time, boys."

After sending the men back in their cells, Kristin went back with Mac and listened to the men talk, suddenly she felt a huge amount of heat overpower the room. She looked at the other guards, and they were sweating horribly. She was fine all day, until just recently. "Is the AC out?" She asked.

Mac nodded, "Get ready for these fools to act even more idiotic." He commented as he took a drink of his water.

Another man, Geary, he was about Bellick's height, similar shape, though he had grey hair. He held in his hand a while styrofoam cup filled with water.

"Geary!" A shout came from inside one of the cells; Geary was out on the floor and looked just as worn out as the others. "Ya gotta do somethin' bout the heat." It was T-bag.

He shook his head, "We're doing the best we can." He was sounding pretty sincere.

Kristin decided to go to the staff bathroom and try to splash some water on herself. She left gen pop, at the right time.

"Your best is garbage. It's a hundred degrees in here!" T-bag snapped.

"Look like I got frostbite to you?" Geary snapped back at him.

A loud sound went off, it was the alarm indicating that it was tier time. All the cell doors opened, and slowly the men came out of their cells and lined up.

"Line it up!" The grey haired guard hollered.

T-bag stepped forward and out of the line. He was always so gutsy, and he was going to make sure that they got the AC going, or there would be trouble to pay, for everyone!

"Why don't you all transfer us someplace cooler? Like Africa?" A few snickers and agreements were heard.

Geary turned to face the Southern convict, "Get your ass back in line convict."

T-bag was definitely not backing down! As he stood there looks as menacing as ever, other men stepped out of line to support him. "We will move when the temperature sit-uation is rectified."

Mac looked up and he could see that things were starting to get out of hand. He radioed Bellick that some cons were mouthing of and that he should come and check it out asap.

Mac stepped behind Geary, "Don't be a baby T-bag, it's not that hot."

"NOT that hot?" T-bag looked at one of his black prison mates and said, "When this guy woke up in the morning, he was white."

"You want to cool off?" Geary tossed his cup of water right in T-bag's face. Slowly Bellick was coming up behind his fellow guards.

"Step back." Mac called out, his voice didn't mean anything, he was just a young kid, and had no authority in here.

"We'll step back when we get some wind blowin' up in here." T-Bag looked like the devil had take over hm. He was sweating profusely and then he had Geary's disrespectful ass throwing water at him! He was not going to take any of that!

"All right that's it. LOCKDOWN! EVERYBODY BACK IN YOUR CELLS. I SAID EVERYBODY BACK IN YOUR CELLS!" Geary screamed out, he heard various swearing from the prisoners, but most of them obeyed and did go back to their cells.

Geary and Mac were surrounded they had to step back, about thirty, maybe forty men didn't return back to their cells. The guards had a cage that they could hide behind, or so they thought.

Kristin had made her way back and she saw cons all over the cage and just about breaking it down. "What the Hell?" She looked and no guards were anywhere to be found. T-bag was leading the cons, with just a few more tugs and they were busting through.

"Fuck!" Kristin shouted as she made contact with some of the men.

"I'm comin' for ya Kristin." T-bag howled.

She didn't say anything; all she could think of doing was just running anywhere! She would surely find a place to hide. The second she left the room; the men had gotten through and started shuffling around and trying to figure out the controls.

"Get 'er!" T-bag hollered to some of his friends, as he opened all the cell doors he heard cheering erupting through the room. As he was about to chase after Kristin to he heard a clinking sound. Looking down he saw that it was a bag ring of keys. "Hmm!" He smiled was devilish as he held it up in front of the camera for the guards to see.

As Kristin darted down all the corridors she saw a guard maybe in his thirties, she never saw him before, oh and Lincoln. She didn't think Lincoln was anyone to fear, but she did know the guard would most likely assist her if he could. "Help."

Lincoln looked at her and remembered her from PI. She was kind of hard to forget, being one of four women working there. "What's going on?" Bob, the guard asked.

"T-bag and her creepy friends are after me."

Speak of the devil. T-bag slowly walked through the same door that Kristin had just pushed past. Looking to the left he saw the guard, Kristin and Lincoln.

"I'll be damned. A rookie CO, and little Kristin." T-bag said every so slowly, "And it ain't even Christmas. Oh hoo hoo."

Lincoln turned to Bob and told him to get the cuffs of him. Kristin wasn't given the mace yet from Pope, she had nothing to use as a weapon. She was not going to make it out of there unharmed so she just had to go with it.

"Get behind me." Lincoln grunted to Kristin.

"Aww, c'mon now Lincoln. I don't want to have the beat up Linc the sink, that may just ruin your reputation around here."

Bob tried to run, but three of T-bag's guys grabbed ahold of him very easily, no doubt!

"Now, hand over the girl and you can walk away free." T-bag forked out his tongue.

"I'm thinking, no." Kristin was very much surprised with Lincoln's answer. Her eyes widened.

Lincoln was rushed by T-bag's men and managed to punch one and move on to the next one about four times. He was a very brutal man when he had to be, but realistically there was no way he could take on ten or so guys alone.

T-bag smacked him in the back of the head with a metal pipe, and out he went. "We will leave you here to jus' think about what you did." He giggled. "Kristin you can come quietly, which would be ideal, or you can go out just like Lincoln over here did."

Kristin's green eyes turned darker as she became enraged, with that said she spat in T-bag's face. "Fuck off!"

T-bag watched the saliva go down his face and splat on the floor. He rubbed his face off slowly, and shook his finger in a 'tsk tsk' kind of way. "Now I'm goin' to have to hurt you!"

As he approached her, Kristin was held back by one of the men that originally had Bob. "I wouldn't." He warned, but it was to late, Kristin was punched in her gut and had the wind knocked out of her. She fell over, and T-bag aligned his hands to catch her and put her over his shoulder.

"I think we won." He snickered, "Back to the cells!"

As they made their way back to the cells, Bob was moaning and pleading for everyone to leave him alone. He was their prisoner, and though he was new and didn't deal with gen pop too much he was still a target to the prisoners, just because he was a CO.

He had a few punches to the face, because he did make one attempt to get away, and T-bag was not having that at all.

T-bag whistled for all the men to look up at him. "Now after I get acquainted with Bob, and this beauty here," He pointed to Kristin who was still over his shoulder, "I can assure you, you all can have a turn."

Blacks, Whites, Mexicans, everyone cheered and let T-bag do his thing. Bob crawled one way, and heard T-bad following close behind him, as Kristin had started to stir. Bob had found nowhere else to go, so he found a cell and collapsed on the toilet and yanked it forward.

Kristin bit T-bag's hands and he dropped her after he felt her teeth sink in to him. "Now that wasn't very lady like." Before he could say anything else, both of them saw a huge hole from behind the bathroom.

Almost forgetting about the CO and Kristin, T-bag whispered, "They're breaking out." Turning to get out of the cell, "They're bre-" A hand covered his face; it was the mob boss, Abruzzi.

Kristin didn't know what to think, being the only girl with a bunch of men in a confined space was not usually a good thing, especially men that are rapists and murderers.

"Ssshhhh." Abruzzi hissed as he were just inches away from T-bag's face, with his fingers still covering his mouth.

A minute later, Michael looked very confused at the fact that there was Bob sitting in one corner and Kristin sitting across from him, Abruzzi was standing at the cell's entrance, and T-bag was sitting on the bottom bunk.

"Yeah that's right, we-we have a problem" Abruzzi looked defeated.

"Yeah that's right Bob and Krissy over there seen the hole." T-bag pointed to each individual as he spoke their name. "They gotta go away."

Sucre started to head out of the hole when he heard Michael retaliate and say, "No one is going anywhere."

"But they have seen the hole."

"Yeah, so have you." Abruzzi commented.

Bob finally had the courage to speak, "I have a daughter, please." He had dried blood splattered all over her forehead. Michael then looked at Kristin.

Do what you gotta do." She pouted, as she bowed her head down and hugged her legs closely to her body.

"We gotta kill 'em." The Alabama native wasn't sounding sick or evil, but now was very stern, he wanted in on this plan, desperately.

Michael was a very calm man most of the time, but he started to raise his voice. "The cops are right outside. They will stay outside as long as we have these two, ALIVE."

T-bag cocked his head. "But he's a guard, he's going to squeal." Pointing at Kristin, "And she, she's the doc's family member, related to the Governor, have you forgotten that little part?"

Abruzzi was tired of T-bag's nonsense. "What the Hell does this have to do with you anyways? This is not any of your concern."

T-bag was giggling, "You see here, these two know about OUR escape." Abruzzi was laughing, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "So it's ALL of OUR concern now." He shoved Abruzzi aside, "Out of my way!"

"You stupid pervert!" Abruzzi grabbed T-bag and turned him around to face him, "You're in just as much trouble as they are."

T-bag was not backing down! "Go ahead stick me. Stick me, stick me. Let's see how many words I can get out before I bleed out, HUH!" Michael came to try to break up the two hotheads. "Because every con in here will know about your escape if even one trickle of my blood hits that floor. See friends," He looked at Michael and back at Abruzzi. "I am either going through that hole with y'all, or I'm goin' to sing like Johnny Cash!"

"Ey yo, check it, Stroker about to get the Doc. Haha!" A black man, Trumpets exclaimed, which caused a lot of attention. Michael and Kristin looked at one another, as he ran towards the screen just to make sure it was true.

Abruzzi let go of T-bag, right as he did, he saw Kristin trying to push her way through them. "Where you going?" Abruzzi sounded irritated.

"That's my family, move." She was tired of trying to be polite. T-Bag pushed her back inside the cell. "No, no, no Krissy. You're stayin right here with us."

Her hair flew in her face as she lightly smashed into the wall. "Listen if you're going to do something to me, then fucking do it."

Abruzzi was taken by surprise from her almost asking for something to happen to her. "I'd be careful what you say." Abruzzi grunted.

"Krissy do not tempt me, because in less than a minute I will rip off all your clothes and be on top of you. Mmm, so don't tempt me darling." T-bag loomed.

Michael came back up to his cell and ordered, "Sucre I need you to finish what we started."

"Well wait Papi, where are you going?" Sucre asked as he became extremely frazzled.

"To sick bay."

"Let me come with you." Kristin exclaimed, she turned and glared at T-bag and Abruzzi, "I can help."

Sucre shook his head. "No way, if they have Sara, they will get a hold of you too."

Michael was about halfway through the hole when he said, "Take Kristin with you, so she will be safe. No one touches the CO. No one." He looked directly dead in T-bag's eyes as he made his way through the hole yet again.

"You going to clue me in?" T-bag asked as he bent down to John's face. The mob boss didn't say anything, he just rolled his eyes.

T-bag took off Bob's shoes and his belt, Sucre mad some comment about how he wasn't going to use the belt. "You makin' up the rules now, Ese?"

"My house. We got a problem?"

"Yeah I got a problem, we all do." T-bag said.

"No problem, I swear to God," Bob started to weep; "I'm not going to say anything. I didn't say anything."

"That's right!" Sucre mocked, "Remember that badge, you didn't see anything." Right as Sucre finished unscrewing the toilet he told Kristin to go in first, but Bob told him to not leave. "We will be back."

"Don't worry, I will cover for ya." T-bag replied. He went over to hang up the white sheet and saw the terror in Bob's eyes. "Don't worry CO I'm not goin' to hurt nobody, I'm part of the team now."

Sara was having her own bit of trouble; she was surrounded by about 10 very tall, horny, and dangerous men. As she was getting smoked in, she felt a hand grab her from up above, it was Michael. "Come on, grab my hand." He extended his hand down.

Climbing up with Michael, she was a mess. He touched her shoulder just to ask if she was all right and she flinched. "Sara, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt ya."

"Kristin. Where's Kristin?!" She had always been protective of her younger cousin, Kristin needed it, she found herself in more serious trouble than Sara had ever been in.

"Sucre is watching her."

Sara's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. "Is he going to-?" She couldn't even say the words, let alone think of something like that happening to her cousin, again.

"No, he is watching after her, she is perfectly safe with him." He cleared his throat, "Are you okay?" He asked again.

"Yep." She was fighting back the tears and her voice was crackling.

Kristin watched as Sucre was drilling holes into a picture of a devil looking creature. "I promise I'm not going to say anything." She said as she shifted, having her back face the way they came in. "I can help you guys." After she said that, she really hoped that she was not going to regret that later though.

"I can also convince Sara to help out somehow, if you guys need her too." Sucre was praying in Spanish. Kristin didn't even think that how horrifying this must be for a Catholic man to be drilling on a devil, that was bad karma.

As he didn't answer, she just ended up talking to herself, well mumbling was more like it. "That's okay, you don't need to listen. I will just talk to myself." She groaned in frustration.

"Who are you talking to?" A voice asked, the owner of that voice came out of the shadows and put his hand on Kristin's shoulder. She shook a little and looked over to see Abruzzi, "Oh God. Don't do that!"

Sucre stopped what he was doing. "Don't do that, you scared the Hell out of me." He heard Kristin exclaim.

Abruzzi didn't apologize he just walked past her and went up to Sucre. "What is she doing here?" He growled.

"Shh, I don't have time for this. I need to concentrate on poking the holes exactly right."

"Whose watching Bob? We can't leave him alone with T-bag."

"It's bes' you stay down here girl, otherwise T-bag wouldn't hold back on you." Abruzzi commented. "Surprised Bellick and the other guards aren't trying to rescue you." He spat.

"Ha, I'm not. I dug my own grave I will live with the consequences." She sarcastically replied as she still stood there with her arms crossed.

That was not a response he expected from a young woman. Abruzzi thought she would be a lot more emotional and pleading for her life. If not now, eventually she would be.

Michael's voice could be heard as he crawled through some vents and had found Abruzzi, Sucre and Kristin. "Where's Sara? Is she okay?"

"She's not to far away, I told her to stay there, I don't want her knowing about any of this." He sounded more stern, "Kristin do you understand?"

"Yeah I got it." She gulped. "What are you doing here then?"

"We are getting you two out of here, alive!" Michael stopped as he saw that Abruzzi and Sucre had just completed their assignment. He smiled and told them to head back and check on T-bag and Bob. "I will be there soon."