'Defying the Odds' - Michael Scofield x Reader // Prison Break Fanfiction

Chapter Sixteen

"No, it's outside the trees," Michael replied, smirking and staring ahead. Then he pointed. "Right there. You see those two trees? They're shorter than the rest. They were all planted at the same time but those two didn't get as much sunlight."

"Something was in their way," Y/N muttered.

"Yeah, a silo," Michael responded. "Our money should be right there under that garage."

"You better be right, boy," T-Bag muttered.

"This isn't a high-end subdivision, they slapped this place up overnight. The silo's foundation might still be there. To save money, they probably laid the concrete for the garage floor right on top of it," Michael explained. Leave it to the engineer to know everything about buildings. "We'll dig straight down. If we hit the foundation, we stay. If not, we go."

"Let's do it," Lincoln agreed, however just as soon as Michael opened the door, a blonde middle-aged woman appeared out of the house and grabbed her newspaper in a robe.

"Ain't no problem that screwdriver to her temple won't fix," T-Bag muttered.

"We're not hurting her," Y/N mumbled, "you're not hurting her." She glanced back with a stare at him. "We are going to be smart."

"People die all the time, boys. Especially you, little miss, the wrath of danger. $5 million comes once in a lifetime," T-bag

"We gotta do something and it's not gonna involve hurting anyone," Michael stated.

"I got an idea," Lincoln responded. "First, we're gonna need some supplies."

They drove out of the suburb again, parking as they got out. T-Bag was instantly angry, slamming his door and looking at Michael and Lincoln. "110%, I do not agree with this." Then he slammed his hand on the car top.

"Everybody's got to pitch in to make this happen," Lincoln stated.

"But back in the big house, the boy proved he couldn't be trusted," T-Bag stated about Tweener who was still in thr trunk.

"Which is why we're doing it here," Lincoln replied. "If he gets caught in town, he won't know where the house is." Lincoln threw the keys to Michael.

"Besides, you're the one we can't turn our backs on," Michael said to T-Bag before opening the trunk.

Tweener came out, eyes squinting, sweat across his forehead. "Oh, I could've died in there, man," he said, climbing out.

"Well, guess what? I need you to do something," Michael stated.

"I need you to do something for me," Tweener retorted.

"I don't think this is up for discussion," Y/N muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I want my cut of the money," Tweener ignored Y/N and continued.

"Well, we'll talk once you prove we can trust you," Michael replied.

"What do I go to do?" Tweener asked, eyes narrowing on Michael.

"I want you to go back to that garden centre and get everything on this list," Michael said as Tweener snatched the list from him. "And gas up the car." Then he handed him some cash. "We'll meet you right back here in an hour."

"All right."

"And, David, don't screw this up," Michael threatened.

"This ain't Fox River no more, man. Looking at the real deal now. But I want my cut. Back in an hour," Tweener said, putting his hat on and getting into the car.