He narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of the content in the box. He slowly brought it out and placed it on his bed, before falling into deep thought.“A suicide hang rope?” Byron muttered as he scanned the box for more but it was only the rope that was sent to him.Then he recalled Derek telling him to make use what was in the package this night after talking to Lincoln on the phone.It was almost 6pm and he quickly placed the rope back into the box and slid it under his bed.Indeed, he needed to talk to Lincoln. At the moment he got there, the landline was already ringing. As he was about to pick, the call stopped.“Shut!” Byron cursed. He checked the time on the walk and saw it was 6:03. It was past 6 and maybe Lincoln has been trying to reach him!Damnit!He stood there for a little bit more but the landline never rang again. It makes him wonder what Lincoln wanted to say to him. And what reason was it for him to be given a suicide hang rope?‘Make use of it tonight.’ he recalle
As the officer left, Sucre stretched his hands out for a shake, “Hey man…” Byron looked down at his hands then back to his face. “Who are you?” He couldn't help but feel Tee’s death had something to do with him. Because why was he of all people transferred into his cell a few seconds after his cell mate's death. Sucre dropped his hands and placed his bedsheet on his side of the bed, which was the bed above Byron's bunk bed. He climbed up and looked down at Byron who fixed his gaze on him, “The name is Sucre… I don't know you but I know someone is going to die if you don't break me out of here.” Byron leaned to the wall, “Let me get this straight: I was framed and brought in here, to break you out?” “Exactly!” Sucre nodded. “We have limited time my friend…” “I'm not your friend.” Byron corrected with a firm tone. He of all people wasn't satisfied with this agreement especially since they had to keep Ljay as collateral. “Listen, the more we waste time, the more your neph
“Hmmm.” They both heard someone clearing her throat.They immediately broke the kiss, turning to see who it was. It was the other nurse in charge.Sara turned to her, trying to catch her breath from the kiss. “Seems you need some knocking lessons… nurse.” She said in a sarcastic tone.Byron stood from the bed and said, “I'd just take my leave… bye Sara.” He smiled and walked out of the place.At the moment he shot the door behind him, the nurse turned to Sara with a surprised look, “Don't tell me you're falling for a convict? What happened to….”“Oh please… he's different…” Sara cut her short, still fantasizing about the kiss.“So… are you guys a thing now?” She asked but Sara shook her head, “Not yet. I don't think he's going to ask me.”“But do you think he's into you?” Sara shook her head, “I don't know. This is the first time he's kissing me.” She replied.The nurse rolled her eyes, “Anyways, doctor Greg asked for the set of keys…”“What does he need it for?” Sara asked.The nurs
“I'm here.” Byron said behind the cop who was now pointing his gun at Sucre.Sucre took a deep breath. He had never felt more relieved.The cop placed his gun back into his pocket and said, “Where were you? Inmates are not allowed to be out by this time!”Byron took a look at Sucre and then back to the cop, “It won't happen again… I promise.” Those words were the only thing he would say. There was no time to come up with a lie since he had a bigger problem in his hands.The cop he knocked out might recognize him as soon as he wakes up and rat him out. The moment the cop fell on the ground, he had run over here to at least meet the count.He was damn sure that the officers would have seen the keys and also seen the unconscious cop lying on the floor.“If this repeats itself, I promise there won't be a next time… get in.” The cop said, waiting for Byron who entered his cell without a word.“Close cell 80.” He yelled out and Byron's cell was closed. Sucre was now stunned. He thought the
“Fine.” Sucre shrugged and they both took turns in hitting the blocks. They had to be gentle. It was 1am and all the inmates were asleep. The floor was not looking so good since the tiles used in covering that spot were out. Byron had hit the place and created a circle shape that they could pass through, so it was remaining the blocks used in building it. Gently they used the hammer they had gotten from the storage to hit the block. It took about 6 hours before they were finally able to break the block in the hole. Sucre sighed and fell on the floor. “Finally.” He laid on the floor, wiping his sweat. He and Byron had been breaking this non-stop for so long. His hands were aching and he sure needed some rest. When he sat up, he realized Byron wasn't in their cell anymore. “Byron.” He called out and checked about but then, Byron wasn't there. “I'm here.” Byron said from where he was. Sucre heard him and quickly looked down into the hole they had spent hours digging. “
“What the hell are you…” “Shhhh…” Byron hushed him with a frown. This isn't good! How the hell did another inmate find this?! Where the heck was Sucre? No one was supposed to find out about this place! “Give me your hands.” The man offered to help as he stretched his hands to pull Byron up. Byron remained expressionless. He didn't utter a word. He simply claimed out and placed the bunk back to its normal spot, covering the hole they created. When he got up and found out the man was still standing, staring at him like he wasn't ready to leave, he sighed, “Well? Move it.” The man shook his head stubbornly, “Not after what I just saw.” Byron shouted, “You saw nothing, okay? Now leave!” A smirk appeared on the man's face, “If you get me upset, I'm afraid I wouldn't keep myself from spilling what I just saw to the other inmates… or… John or even the cops…” Byron grabbed him by his collar and pushed him directly to the wall, “Shut up, okay?!” Just while they were at i
Byron was taken aback, “No… no… Alex hasn't visited me since I was locked in here…wait… does she know I'm here?” He asked, then loads of thoughts kept flooding his mind.“Yes. I even got to talk to her during Henry White's funeral. She even said it's been a while since she saw that Vanessa lady.”“Yeah you told me.” Byron nodded.Lincoln's words made him fall in deep thoughts. Alexandra, his sister, knows he had been jailed for two weeks and has never come to visit. So, if she was here… who did she come to visit?“Give me a sec.” He stood from his seat and walked over to the calling center. He needed to make an urgent call across Carol or Bruno.As he got there, he realized the place was empty. There was no landline anyway.He looked around, scanning the place to make sure he was really at the calling center because… the place had no landlines at all.“Hey! Prisoners aren't allowed here, go back to your cell.”. Byron heard a cop say to him.He turned and quickly asked, “Excuse me, I w
Byron was taken aback, “Huh? Pregnant? What's that about?” “What it means is…I could be pregnant, Byron…” She took his hands and placed them on her stomach, “It means you could actually be a father, my love.” Byron's mouth fell wide open… damnit… not when his life was upside down. He swallowed hard, “Wait… are you really pregnant or...?” “Why…” she laughed, “You wanna confirm if you are a sharp shooter?” “I'm serious… I really wanna know.” Byron said, sincerely. She shook her head, “I just had the symptoms… nothing serious. Though, I'd go for a proper test tomorrow.” Just to be sure. “Alright.” Byron smiled and hugged her. He couldn't celebrate the baby just yet, they had to be sure the symptoms were correct. About 5 minutes after chatting, Byron decided to proceed with his request. “Sara, I need you to help me do something... that's if… it's okay by you.” Sara smiled, “Shoot.” “The thing is: I might kinda need the keys to the B.D door.” He said, observing her e