The plan was set in motion at midnight, when Amira and her team created a diversion at the prison's main gate. Michael and his team snuck out of their cells and made their way to the designated meeting point, where they found Amira waiting for them.
As he approached the tower, he saw a figure shrouded in shadows. It was a woman, dressed in a black hijab and carrying a small backpack. The plan was set in motion at midnight,
Amira smiled. "Let's just say I have a friend on the outside who's been following your work. We're willing to help you and a few other select prisoners escape, but we need your expertise to make it happen." It was a woman, dressed in a black
"My name is Amira," the woman replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been watching you, Michael Scofield. I know all about your...exploits. And I think I can help you escape." We're willing to help you and a few
"Who are you?" Michael asked, his instincts on high alert.
But that was all in the past now. Michael was currently serving time in a maximum-security facility in Yemen, a country with a notorious reputation for human rights abuses. The conditions were harsh, and the prisoners were treated with little more than disdain.
