Escaping Fox River | Prison Break [On Hold]

Chapter 6

"What are we doing in here, Michael?" I asked, looking around the storage unit. It had a bunch of gardening tools and barrels filled with god knows what.

"Getting shovels." he answered vaguely. I rolled my eyes and glanced over at Lincoln, who just smiled and shook his head. Michael was always this way, even when we were kids. Michael used one of the tools to unlock the handcuff before continuing what he was doing. Suddenly, there were sirens ringing outside of the storage unit and my heart jumped into my throat.

"What the hell is going on?" C-note asked, frowning. He walked over to the door and glanced out of a hole that seemed to have been drilled there. "The feds found us!" He hissed, gesturing for Michael to hurry. But Michael kept going at the same pace he was before, handing out shovels to all of us. The sound of the sirens was getting closer and I was getting antsy, not wanting to get caught after all of this.

"Relax. They're going right where I want them to go." Michael said, grabbing gloves. "You guys ready?" He didn't wait for us to answer. Instead, he walked over to the other side of the storage unit, which led to the back of the buildings. I heard commotion outside and doors slammed. My heart pounded furiously and I watched Michael bend over and unlock the hatch, sliding the door up. "Let's go."

We followed Michael into a cemetery, walking around gravestones and accidentally stepping on graves. Finally, Michael stopped in front of an isolated grave. "Dig here."

"What? Are you crazy? You want us to dig up some dead person?" Sucre asked, incredulously. Michael chuckled and put his hands on his hips.

"Just dig, Fernando." Michael ordered. Sucre hesitated, but did what Michael asked anyway. Lincoln sat in front of them on the stone, watching them work. I stood up on the side, next to Abruzzi and watched Michael, Sucre, and C-note dig. After about thirty minutes, Sucre stopped and looked around, doing the sign of the cross.

"We're gonna go to hell, guys. Swear to god, we're going straight to hell." he said nervously, before continuing to dig. Five minutes later, Michael held out his hands.

"Everyone stop. Help me out." He started brushing the dirt aside and yanked out a filled black garbage bag and C-note pulled out a second one. Abruzzi helped them both out of the hole they dug and Michael opened the bag, which was filled with clothes.

"You are one crazy con, you know that?" C-note commented, chuckling. Michael cracked a smile and started handing out clothes.

"Originally, these were supposed to be a week's worth of clothing for me and my brother, but I figured you all need as much help as we do." Michael said, passing out the clothes.

"You're just doing this out of the goodness of your heart, Fish?" Abruzzi asked sarcastically. Michael pushed some clothes into Abruzzi's belly, pushing him back a bit.

"That's right, John, the heart. You remember what that is, don't you?" Michael responded just as sarcastically. Abruzzi just took the clothes and turned away to start changing. Michael turned to me and smiled sheepishly. "You're lucky. I figured we would pick you up on the way so I brought a set of clothes for you, just in case." He tossed the shirt and pants, along with black sneakers and I thanked the gods for his impeccable taste. It was a fitted black v-neck shirt with dark pants. "I didn't bring any undergarments, so..."

"That's fine. I don't usually wear bras anyway." I shrugged and all of the guys turned to me, freezing at my words. "What?"

"You don't wear bras?" Sucre asked, raising an eyebrow. I pursed my lips, wondering what was so interesting about that.

"Uh, no." With that, I started to take off my shirt, but I only got it over my torso when I felt someone grab me and basically drag me behind a large tree.