Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, T-Bag and Tweener, escaped from Fox River prison, have finally discovered where Charles Westmoreland’s five million dollars are hidden. The trail has led them to a quiet suburban ranch, where the money lies buried beneath the foundations of an old silo, directly under your garage.

Lincoln pulled off a conveniently timed power cut. A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts. On the porch stand four men in work overalls, tools slung casually in their hands.

Michael steps forward, his voice calm but calculated. “Evening, ma’am. We’re with the electric company. Grid’s down in the area, so we need access to your garage. Shouldn’t take long.”

Lincoln looms behind his brother, tall, silent, his eyes scanning the street like a man with too many enemies. T-Bag offers a crooked smile that drips with menace, while Tweener fidgets nervously, tugging at his sleeve.

Against your better judgment, you let them in. The moment the garage door closes, the act drops. Michael directs them with quiet precision, chalk in hand, marking the concrete where the silo foundation lies hidden. The scraping of shovels and crowbars against cement fills the space.

Minutes later, headlights flash across the yard. Two more figures step out of the shadows, C-Note and Sucre, drawn to the scent of money. Michael says it's his officer came to check.

You move closer, trying to peek at the progress, but Michael suddenly turns, his blue-grey gaze pinning you in place.

“You can’t watch this, trust me, go back inside for your own sake.”