Bellick daren't waste any time to fully gain T-Bag's trust. He knew that every second he wasted was a second more he had to spend in the slum that was Sona, a second more that he had to wait before he could stand on the other side of the walls. "So, Bagwell, how are you gonna play things?" he questioned, to create conversation. "Let the worms think we're on their side, they'll do anything if they believe that." He chuckled, callously "as long as they think we are working in their best interests we can live like kings" he said smugly, lifting his glass of rum in the air towards Bellick. Bellick lifted his glass in line with T-bags and they clinked together. Bellick found it impossible to suppress his smile. He knew that T-Bag was not the most loyal of people but he also knew that back-stabbing an amigo was always a last resort and that he would only ever stoop that far if the threat of more time being added to his sentence arouse. He knew that backstabbing Michael in the past had been easy for him as he had been forced to work with him, but he felt like his relationship with T-Bag was different. He didn't have to accept his proposal; T-Bag had chosen to work with him so this made him more trustworthy.
Michael made his way to the sink one last time, he was unstable on his feet and his legs shook as he walked. He splashed water on his face, his emotions racing. There was no doubt what he was going to do, he knew he had to, but it was the simplicity of it that made him worry. He knew that Lincoln was right but what choice did he have? He couldn't justify leaving Sara at the mercy of 'The Company' when all he had to prevent him from going after her was a slightly dodgy job. Even if the job didn't seem 100 legitimate there was no proof that anyone's lives were in danger. But in Sara's case, he knew that if he didn't do something soon, that her life was in serious risk. The odds didn't compare, they never could. He glanced over at his intensely confused nephew and his brother and nodded sceptically, "Let's go" he sighed, and began to head for the door.
As Lincoln started the car Michael turned to L.J. "You o.k. buddy?" L.J. looked at his uncle, he knew how much he needed the support of his family, "Yeah Uncle Mike. "he replied assuring, "I meant what I said. I'm gonna do everything I can" he said this with great confidence, true sincerity in his words. "I know" Michael said, his arm patting L.J. on the shoulder, as they exchanged an appreciative glance, "I know."
"So, where are we heading?" Lincoln was forced to finally ask. He had left Michael to sort things out in his head for as long as possible, but he had to break the silence to know what their destination would be.
Michael reached for his phone and pressed his finger to the redial button. "Michael" he heard the voice of the Woman he so deeply wanted dead utter. "We need to know where the first hideout is." He said bluntly. She laughed patronisingly at his demand. "Do you think if I knew that I would have called you? You need to come to us first; we need to talk things over properly, face to face. ""Where?" he questioned, unwilling to engage in any real conversation for the woman he held responsible for all the suffering around him. "Be at the restaurant on the corner of market in 20 minutes." The second he knew the time and destination he hung up. He had what he needed, he wasn't going to spend any more time
in her company than necessary. "The Market, 20 minutes" he repeated for Lincolns benefit, before falling quiet once more.
Susan took one last look at Sara-who was now completely lost in her exhaust fuelled slumber- and closed the door behind her. She dreaded the meeting almost as much as Michael but he needed to understand what was expected of him to maximize the chance of Sara's survival. She knew he would find her true proposal difficult to digest but she was confident that he would go along with her offer in order to save Sara. He had to .