-- holstered his weapon, reaching for a knife from the wall.} Those men, alive? Worthless. Dead? Half a million dollars. -- Bob Hudson

-- You've seen what's going on outside the walls, haven't you Rookie? Snipers in the towers, just /itching/ to pick off -- Bob Hudson

-- the first con dumb enough to show his face. Could be they won't be too choosy over who they take out. You know. Accidents -- Bob Hudson

-- happen. {Shouldering open the door of A Wing, gaze sweeping over the seemingly deserted corridor, he smiled widely, --Bob Hudson

-- easing the door shut behind him.} Half a million, Hudson. Split right down the middle. All you've got to do is walk away. Bob Hudson

This is a Michael Scofield and Dr. Sara Tancredi Appreciation Tweet. ~ HQ #PrisonBreak #TWD #BPRP

Well well well... Hello beautiful. {Peering through the window of the guard's station, gaze flickering over a wall full of guns, gas --

-- canisters and clubs, he tapped his key card to the door, smiling as the lock gave way with a click.} {under his breath} And here --

-- I thought this was going to be hard. {Stepping inside, locking the door behind him, he lifted the walkie to his lips and paused. --

-- How should he play this? Bob Hudson was a rookie. A family man, yes. But still in that gung ho stage where disposing of a con would --

-- likely hold more sway than money. But maybe... Maybe there was another way to go. #Bradley had let a piece of gossip slip at lunch --

-- before the shitstorm started. The doctor, Dr. Sara Tancredi apparently had a thing for Michael Scofield. Was decent to Lincoln Burrows, --

-- a damn disposable Row con. If he took Dr. Sara Tancredi, would the brothers show their faces? Hell, it wasn't as though #Tancredi --

-- had family or friends to help her.} Hey Doc? {A cruel smirk touching his lips, he moved towards the armory wall, thumb on the transmit -

-- button.} You were always a frigid bitch to my brother. Can't say as I blame you, really. Brad didn't exactly have a way with people. --

-- Asshole could never look a woman in the eye... But he was family. So here's the thing. Hudson doesn't want to play ball? I'm taking --

-- the game to you. /You/ are a pain in the ass. /You/ are undoubtedly going to stand between me and that inked up piece you've been --

-- tapping on the side. Maybe you're doing the murderer too. I don't know. Don't care. {Slinging a rifle over his shoulder, he grabbed --

-- for a tear gas cannister, wondering how Dr. Sara Tancredi would react to seeing it bounce through the infirmary window.} You're holed --

-- up in the infirmary, right? Michael Scofield Lincoln Burrows Rick Grimes