Prison Break S4 Cast [better] -

As they filed out—Mahone checking his weapon, Sucre kissing a photo of Maricruz, Bellick nervously adjusting his belt—Sara lingered by Michael.

T-Bag grinned, wide and yellow. “Michael, you do know how to show a felon a good time.”

“Who we hitting?” Sara Tancredi asked, stepping out of the kitchenette, a medical kit still in her hand. She’d just finished stitching a gash on Sucre’s arm. prison break s4 cast

Lincoln Burrows, nursing a bruised rib, snorted from the corner. “Six minutes? Last time you said eight, we ended up swimming through a sewage pipe in Panama.”

Bellick’s eyes flickered with something fragile—shame, maybe, or a desperate need for redemption. “Because Scylla’s the only thing keeping me out of a foxhole in Fox River. And because…” He paused, looking at Michael. “Because you’re the only ones dumb enough to actually pull it off.” As they filed out—Mahone checking his weapon, Sucre

The safe house was a tomb. Dust motes floated in the slivers of LA sunlight cutting through the boarded windows. Michael Scofield stood over a table covered in blueprints, his fingers tracing a ventilation shaft that led into the bowels of a Company black site.

And then, together, the most dysfunctional family of fugitives on Earth walked out into the California sun, ready to break into a prison of a very different kind. She’d just finished stitching a gash on Sucre’s arm

Sucre, wincing as he flexed his stitched arm, gave Bellick a tired look. “Then why are you still here, gordo ?”