"Thanks." After thinking silently for a moment, Michael stood up.
"You're welcome, if you have any trouble you can come to me at any time" Nolan said with a smile, it will surely be fun to see T-Bag thinking Michael is the cruel killer who murdered those men without being discovered.
Nolan turned and watched the scene from a distance, curious to see if he would fall for it, after all, T-Bag is fairly shrewd.
Michael quickly approached the group, without getting too close, and stopped. "T-Bag, can we talk alone?"
T-Bag, sitting on the bleachers, smiled with satisfaction, stood up and said as he approached. "Of course, dear."
Michael glanced at T-Bag's men on the bleachers and stepped back a little, T-Bag followed him.
"Come on, tell me, I hope what you have to say is really important, otherwise your life will never be peaceful again."
Michael nodded with a serious face. "I'm going to talk about your life, what do you think about that?"
T-Bag stopped smiling, his eyes turned fierce immediately, he put a hand to his ear as if he hadn't heard correctly. "I must have something wrong with my ears, are you saying you want to kill me?"
Michael shook his head firmly. "No, not me, have you seen my cellmate?"
"He wanted that screw, I went and told him I didn't get it, that you took it, he asked me to tell you to give it back, otherwise you'll be the fourth after Little Jack, Bowman and Quinn."
As soon as he heard those words, T-Bag's eyes became even more fierce, but at the same time an inevitable trace of panic appeared in them.
The next instant, T-Bag wanted confirmation: "Newcomer, are you telling me Nolan was the one who killed those three?"
"I didn't say anything." Michael denied without flinching, and immediately, without giving him time to reply, asked: "So, will you give me back the screw?"
T-Bag looked toward Nolan, who was indeed looking in that direction, attentive to what would happen.
"Was it really him..?" T-Bag wondered insecurely, remembering a little, Little Jack died the day he crossed paths with him, so maybe it really was him
Forget it, they're just two newcomers, how can he let himself be intimidated? So T-Bag decided to take a chance. "Get out, tell your boyfriend I'm not scared of him, leave before I stick this screw in your ass!"
Michael did not expect it to work anyway, so he turned and left.
"Seems it didn't work" Nolan murmured to himself, somewhat puzzled. "Why did T-Bag look at me anyway?"
After thinking, Nolan considered a possibility: "Is it possible that that bastard Michael hinted me as the killer..?"
The more he thought about it the more likely it seemed "He sighed, damn, crafty people can be really annoying sometimes."
...
Time passed and in the blink of an eye recreation time ended, everyone returned to their cells.
Suddenly, a prisoner shouted: "The water is gone!"
The shout boomed, all of Area A erupted instantly, shouts followed and many prisoners began throwing contraband through the slots.
At the same time, dozens of guards, including Bellick, ran to all corners of Area A and began the search operation.
Everyone raced the clock and ten seconds later the guards were already in position.
Almost all the prisoners stopped throwing things in time and the scene of contraband flying seemed never to have happened.
The guards began to search cell by cell with skill, and one by one the prisoners were taken out to be punished.
Bellick reached the door of cell 40, where Nolan and Michael were, the door opened. "Get out and against the wall" Bellick ordered harshly.
Nolan and Michael obeyed without saying anything, Bellick went in to search the cell, the result: nothing.
Bellick was not satisfied, on the way out he fixed a fierce stare on Michael. "Come in."
The door closed behind them again, Nolan, standing looking toward the bars, watched Bellick in front of cell 41. "Looks like he doesn't like you, what did you do to annoy him?"
Michael smiled and shook his head. "I don't know."
"He's the captain of the guards, if he's got you in his sights, you won't have a good time." Nolan added.
"It won't be a problem." Michael said confidently.
Nolan wanted to laugh, but held back. "Your confidence is interesting."
...
The search did not last long, it ended in about an hour and everything returned to calm, in the afternoon they went out once more.
Nolan went straight to C-Note: "Can we talk alone?"
"Sure." C-Note, who was afraid of him, nodded immediately.
"Will you participate in the racial war tonight?" Nolan asked.
C-Note shook his head firmly. "No, I'm a trader, I'm not interested in that."
"Too bad" Nolan said feigning disappointment. "I was thinking of cooperating with you and playing together."
Hearing that, C-Note's heart skipped a beat. "Brother, you mean… you're going to participate?"
"That's right." Nolan nodded. "I need a sharp toy."
"..."
Louis was speechless and confused for a few seconds, in the end he could not help but ask: "Brother, with your skills, do you really need a weapon..?"
"Sometimes it's necessary, otherwise practice is lost."
C-Note was speechless once more, can he really say those things without blinking? C-Note felt that the man with the constant smile in front of him was actually a true demon.
After a brief silence, C-Note did not dare to delay any longer, he nodded immediately. "Fine, I'll give it to you later."
C-Note thought it necessary to ask: "Brother, can I know who you want to attack?"
Nolan looked up at the sky and answered lazily. "I don't know, anyone."
Louis froze, there, standing under the bright midday sun, C-Note felt a chill run down his spine, he swore that that night he would stay in his cell and not come out even if the world ended.