Tomorrow night. Be ready to run.
The fluorescent light in Michael Scofield's cell flickered once, then held steady. He sat on the edge of his bunk, the tattoo on his right arm — a demon's face with intricate Celtic knotwork — hidden beneath his gray undershirt. But he wasn't looking at his arm. He was staring at the drain in the floor. prison break rotten tomatoes season 1
Fox River State Penitentiary, 1:00 AM.
Michael tapped back once: Yes.
Two taps: Is it real?
Michael unrolled a thin strip of paper he'd palmed from the library book, Masons & Modern Architecture . On it was a single number: 1.617. The golden ratio. He'd spent six months calculating the exact angle of the sewage pipe leading from the infirmary to the south wall. One miscalculation meant drowning in human waste or, worse, a dead end. Tomorrow night