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Sara was surprised at how easily it had been to make contact with a group of mercenaries. It had only been a matter of talking to the owner of the hotel who gave them a phone number, and then making the call.

Four hours later, Sara found herself in a discussion with four men on 'just how far they were willing to go to get him out'. Sara was sure she had never done anything this ridiculous... even when she was high.

She forced herself to be as much a part of the conversation as possible, but Lincoln seemed to know what he was doing and what he wanted exactly from these men, so Sara allowed him to take control.

She disengaged herself from the group and locked herself in the bathroom. It was crazy! Ridiculous! They'd heard stories of Sona, and they knew that no one who went in there ever came out. They heard of the horrors that took place in that hellhole.

They knew that it made Fox River look like a playground.

What did these four men expect to do? Sara dropped against the sink counter. It was ridiculous... but if it got him out it was worth it.

Ten minutes later, Sara heard the slam of the hotel door then a light tap on the bathroom door, "Sara? You ok?"

She jumped off the tiny counter top she had been sitting on and swung open the door.

"So?" She asked eagerly.

"So they'll do it!" Lincoln sighed as he leaned against the open door and looked down at her, "It's gonna take a lot of money though. More than what I have, even with Westmoreland's money."

Sara dropped her head. Lincoln had locked her in the hotel room two nights before and went back to the pond where he had last seen his brother to retrieve the lost cash.

Thankfully the water hadn't damaged the money enough to make it unusable.

"I have some money from my father-" Sara said slowly, "But I don't know if I can

get it, they might track us through it."

Lincoln pushed himself off the door, "I have to make a call."

Sara followed Lincoln out of the bathroom and watched as he pulled his cell phone and dialed a series of numbers.

Sara heard a woman's voice answer on the other side.

"Who is this?" the woman asked tensely.

"The guy whose son you're taking care of." Lincoln muttered back.

"Where are you? We've been receiving some pretty confusing reports up here."

Lincoln dropped onto one of the beds and leaned forward. "Hey, it ain't exactly

sane down here."

"What's happened?"

"Michael's in some place called Sona."

Lincoln looked up at Sara when they both heard the dead silence that filled the other end of the phone. "Sona?" Jane finally managed softly.

"Yeah," Lincoln said, "You know about it?"

"Enough to know that whatever you're doing to get him out will fail." Jane said darkly.

"We've hired some guys to do some dirty work," he started.

"Lincoln, no one comes out of there alive, ever." She stated firmly. "The rumors about that place are real. There are no guards; there are no visitation rooms. It's simply a building full of cons, the strong ones survive and the weak die."

"My brother's in there!" Lincoln hissed, clamping his hand to the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry, Lincoln. But it's the truth. You need to know what you're getting yourself into." The woman's voice softened but still remained firm.

"I don't give a damn what you know about that place, I'm getting my brother out of there." Lincoln threw back, sharing a determined glance with Sara. "No matter what it takes. I'd be dead right now if it weren't for him."

"Alright, Lincoln." Jane stopped him, "I get it. You're getting him out. But this isn't like Fox River. Like I said before, even the guards are afraid to get to close. What do you think your mercenaries can do?"

"I was hoping you might know someone who knows someone-" Lincoln implied, running off.

He sighed when he heard her give a light chuckle. "It so happens that I do. I've

already dispatched an agent to your location."

"And money-Jane…we're gonna need money." Lincoln interrupted quickly.

"I know, I've set up an account for you, the agent will know how to retrieve the money." Jane assured quickly.

Lincoln stood and walked to the window, his back facing Sara. "Jane-how's LJ?"

"Good." Jane responded softly, her voice significantly gentler. "He's at school right now, but he should be home in a few hours."

"Thanks," Lincoln rested a hand against the wall, needing the extra support. "Thanks, Jane. I mean it."

"I know, Lincoln. And you're welcome. Call again when the agent arrives." Jane ended stiffly, as if ashamed of her previous tone.

"Will do," Lincoln pulled the phone from him and snapped it shut. He allowed himself a single deep breath before turning back to Sara.

"Everything alright?" She asked slowly, studying him.

Lincoln gave a curt nod, "Just wanted to make sure LJ was alright."

Sara's eyes dropped to her feet. After a moment, she walked to the little table and sat on one of the chairs. "What's he like?"

"He's pretty cool," Lincoln smirked. He walked to her and sat in the other chair. "A lot like me but he's smart. Really smart. He's gonna be someone someday. After this is all over, he's gonna make me proud. Guess he's not too much like me…more like Mike."

Sara grinned at the fatherly pride, "I'm sure he's wonderful, no matter who he takes after." She reached across the table to pat the Lincoln's arm gently. "I'd like to meet him someday." She added wistfully.

Lincoln tugged Sara's hand from his arm into the palm of his hand and squeezed. "You will. When we're sitting on our beach and you and Mike have your hammock. We'll have nothing but time then. You'll have to endure one of LJ's lectures on sports and listen to Mike's endless speeches on random architecture."

Sara lowered her head, not wanting him to see the tears swelling in her eyes. She choked back the tears and smiled at him. "Right now I'd settle for him. No hammock, no paradise, no future…just him safe."

Lincoln tucked her hand under another palm. "We'll get through this Sara. All of it. Then one day you'll have your hammock. You just need-"

"Don't! Don't tell me to have faith!" Sara snapped, trying to pull her hand away from his as Lincoln tightened his grip, "I'm sick of this. Michael doesn't deserve this! Any of it! If there was any God, any justice, I'd be in that hellhole rotting away while he laid basking in the sun. Don't even start with that!"

Lincoln smirked, "What?!" Sara snapped, "What's so damn funny?"

"You think the 'keep the faith' is implying keeping faith with God?"

Sara stared at him, confused. Lincoln continued with a gentle but confident smile, "When I first told Mikey that, I wanted him to have faith in me. Have faith that no matter what I'd love him that I'd take care of him. He did. And then he let me have faith in him. Now it's our turn. Mike has faith that we're gonna get him out of there and I'm not gonna let him down." He gave Sara's another a confident squeeze and lost his smile, "So we're gonna have faith doc, we're gonna have faith then we're gonna get him out of there."

It was six hours later when they heard a knock on the door. Sara jumped from the bed and stared blindly at the door. Lincoln stepped forward, moving behind the door. He tossed Sara a gun then gave her a nod.

Sara lifted the gun in her hand, supressing a shiver, trying to erase the memories of her last encounter with a gun. She forced herself to think of the matter at hand.

"Who is it?" She called gently.

"A friend sent me, said you might need some help locating a friend of yours."

Sara paused, that was a woman's voice. An American woman. She shared a confused glance with Lincoln. "Come in! Slowly! I want to see your hands the entire time."

"Of course, miss." The answer came through the door.

Lincoln nodded at Sara one last time, as the door slid open.

"Step through, slowly." Sara instructed, as the woman moved around the door.

She was taller then Sara, with dark hair in a bundle at her neck. Sara could see the tight muscles from under her shirt. She studied the woman's face, desperate to see any deceit.

She had a soft complexion, with hard eyes. Sara fought back a shiver. She was help, she reminded herself. This woman was going to help them rescue Michael.

Suddenly, Lincoln slammed the door shut and stepped in behind her. The woman turned her head to see Lincoln but kept her body in place. Sara allowed herself a moment of awe, she wasn't sure she could have handled Lincoln Burrows being that close with such a distrustful expression on his face.

"Dr. Tancredi? Mr. Burrows?" She looked between the two.

"Yes," Sara nodded.

"My name is Alice Connor, I'm here to help you get Scofield out. But before we start there are a few things you should know. First, only a few people have ever made it out of Sona. And those who have…well…death was their only true freedom after such an experience. Second, the chances that he's survived this long are unlikely, no matter how smart he is." Alice looked behind her at Lincoln, then back at Sara. "With that said, are you sure you want to continue?"

Lincoln shot Sara a glance, as she smirked. "You don't know Michael, he's alive. And he's waiting for us. With that said, we have work to do."