“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, “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

It was a funny situation, but no one dared to laugh even if most of them were dying to laugh…. I mean, how could a grown ass man wet his pants?He was literally sweating, but his eyes kept darting on Byron. Then the general followed the line of his gaze and it landed on Byron who kept a straight face and acted oblivious to their presence.The general brought his gun and pointed it at the man's neck, “Are you going to talk or not?”In the space of 5 seconds and the man still had this fear expression written all over him, the general got impatient.“Silence means what…?” Just then, they all heard the horrific sound of the gunshot. The general just shot the man and pushed him off.“I'd take that as a yes and as a warning.” The general said and turned to John who was standing behind him, “I thought we had an agreement?” He barked with a frown.“I let you have your way, run your business, I provide your extra needs such as water and good food… Did I not do that so you could control the tr

As the occupants in the helicopter shot at the cops, the pilot moved the helicopter closer to Sucre who pushed Byron off and quickly looked up.The people in the helicopter dropped a long rope for Sucre to hang on to, so he could use it to climb into the helicopter. “Hold on tight!” Sucre heard the pilot's voice as he grabbed unto the rope: which other end was tied to the helicopter itself.Slowly, the helicopter moved, taking Sucre away but suddenly…. He was shocked to see Byron jumping up on him.Byron had stopped himself from falling out. He had patiently waited for Sucre to grab the rope… so without hesitating, he jumped and wrapped his hands around Sucre's stomach, holding on to him tight as the helicopter moved, while they were hanging in the air.Now, it was the two of them being taken. “Let go of me, son of a bitch!” Sucre cursed as Byron's grip around his stomach was too tight. He felt Byron's weight pulling him down but he wasn't ready to let go of the rope, because if he

Ljay was in danger but for once, can he just do the right thing by telling the General?Sucre and Tbaj immediately smiled at each other as Byron was being taken out of the hot box.In the General's office: Byron was given a glass of water and food before anything. The General was anxious. He couldn't wait for Byron to be done eating, he simply faced him and started his interrogation.It took about a few minutes for Byron to explain the whole setup to him. From the time Henry White was killed, to the time he was arrested for the murderer and was sent here. Then at the time Lincoln stepped in to help but his son was captured and in order for him to be released, Byron had to break out an inmate.The General nodded at his explanation.“So basically, you were sent here to break out a prisoner.”Byron nodded, “Yes.”“Who are these people?” “I don't know all, but they have my cousin's son. They are keeping him in case I screw off or object to their request.”He took a glass of water, “Tell