The guards finally return with Tucker's I.V, and Hank puts it in the thankfully conscious teen's arm.

Tucker winces a bit at the sting of the medicine's burning in his arm; then, he draws his knees into his chest, shaking, and curls his arms into his torso hoping for the trembling to stop while leaning his head on his knees.

Neal watches the pale young man carefully eyeing the boys every movement.

He notes that he's still shaking violently.

Evan winces, moving slightly to get in a less unbearable position.

He can barely breathe, and still he finds himself worried about the teen.

Suddenly, Marshal slams the door open.

"Neal, can I have your assistance in here for a second?"

Neal looks at all of the people in the room; then, he stands slowly and follows the arrogant stride.

When he walks into the room he finds a cork board in the middle of the room with familiar pictures and blueprints all over it.

He also realizes that it is of the 1st National Bank on 4th street.

"So can you break in?" Marshal asks looking at the ex-thief suspiciously.

Neal looks at the board- he scans it trying to remember… Gotcha.

"Yea, it won't be easy, but I can tell you exactly how.."

Marshal smiles his evil smile,; this action makes Neal feel like he's having an icicle jammed into his spine.