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"Wait, Michael slow down," she approached him as he threw a shirt on, "your telling me this is where Kaniel Outis started?"

"The myth and legend" he agreed, then then moved over to the bed and picked up the picture. Then with one swift move he headed out the door with Sara close behind him.

"Where are you going?" she asked with urgency, following him down the stairs. This was crazy. She was just taking it in, where was he heading?

They reached the bottom of the stairs and into the living room where Lincoln and Sucre had finished up Breakfast and sat on the sofa's watching tv. Straight away Sucre turned the TV off, noticing his best friends stance, "Whats going on?"

Michael trust the picture to Lincoln and he took it, studying it, "I don't get what i'm looking at"

Michael sighed, placing hands on his hips and pacing the room, "That's the place i was sent to and subsequently was set up for the murder of the CIA agent...hence why i was in prison in Yemen...it started there" he pointed to the photo.

Sucre looked dumbfounded, "Where Jacob took Sara?" he asked.

Michael stopped in his tracks and turned to them, "We need to get Paul over" he told them.

Lincoln sniggered, "You think he's going to help us so quickly? You saw what he was like the other day. Not sure he's had enough cooling off period-"

"-Linc i said call Paul!" Michael had raised his voice, he was pointing to the ground in anger.

Sara automatically went to him and gently touched his arm, "Michael you need to calm down. Why do you need Paul?" she hated asking. But knew Michael would only call him if he really had to, that fact he admitted the other day.

He tone made Michael realise and a stillness came over him, he sighed, "Out there somewhere, only to eyes in the government, is apparent footage of me killing that CIA official"

Lincoln stood up, "What?"

"It was constructed together by this group to make it look like i killed him. Just frames. It's shows me walking out of the cabin behind him, then the next few frames show the gun being fired and me pulling the body inside..."

Sara shook her head, "Michael-"

"-i tried to save him. But it was too late. We had met before. I thought he was a man travelling the highway and got lost. So i went out with him and showed him the way. I went back inside only to hear the gun shot, i came outside and he was laying on the ground, bleeding out," he took a deep breath, recalling the moment, "the shooter was nowhere in sight"

"Talk about history repeating itself" Sucre mumbled shocked.

"So you need Paul-" Sara started.

"-i need Paul to have that footage. I need to show him this photo," he pointed to the picture in Lincoln's hand, "and we need to talk to Jacob again"

Sara's eyes grew wide, "Michael that's not a good idea. We said distance was the best thing"

He shook his head, "Sara he's hiding something. Or someone he know's is,...he took you to this cabin," its obvious he struggled with saying it, "even if he's not part of it...he can put us in contact with who lent him the cabin"

Sara closed her eyes, she didn't want to think of that. Jacob being someone he wasn't. Because if that was true, all that time. Her life that she had shared with him, was all a lie. She took a moment to compose herself and nodded, "So what do we do?"

Michael thought for a moment and looked at his watch, "Would he be teaching?" he asked her.

"What day is it?" she questioned.

"Thursday" Sucre stated.

She shook her head, "No he doesn't teach on Thursdays"

"So what does he do?" Lincoln asked looking up from the cabin photo to her.

She thought and shook her head. He had talked about what he did on a few of his days off, but she never knew specifically where he was on ever Thursday, "He would sometimes travel and make home visits to some of his students. But that could be anywhere"

Michael and Lincoln looked to each other and nodded, with Lincoln pulling out his cell phone, "Call Paul?" he asked.

"Call Paul" Michael agreed.

He then turned to Sara, "Maybe you can leave Jacob a message? Ask him to come here to pick up his things?" he asked her, "then we can talk to him"

She dreaded that. But it was the only way it was going to work. Better to be at her home then somewhere they didn't know.