Clara felt her mouth gape at what she had just heard from Alex and Michael. The two of them had been looking into Whistler's bird book while Sucre, Lincoln and Sara sat around the table. Michael had managed to persuade Gretchen to give him the pages and she had told them that The Company intended to move Scylla out of LA the following day.

Michael had questioned her motives, but she claimed that she was still on their side. He didn't entirely believe her, but he had the pages that he needed. He had pieced them together and was crouched over looking at them, Alex also with him. Clara could see the two of them staring with intent before she stood up and went over to look to it.

"What do you think?" Alex asked, looking to her as she observed it with intensity.

"The symbols," Clara whispered as Sara peered at them from her chair and Self continued to pace. "What do they mean?"

"That's the problem," Michael said, "they make no sense…I mean, a letter c usually is something to do with a heating vent. This," he pointed down to the page, "usually means it is a condensing unit. This P-trap is a plumping part. They're random items…they wouldn't be installed like that."

"C M E?" Clara wondered, pointing to the letters.

Michael nodded, rushing over to the whiteboard and writing it down as Sara took the map, spinning it slightly.

"The symbols make no sense on a map, but they do if you look at them literally," she said.

"So he is asking if you see him?" Alex wondered and Michael went to pick up the map and rush back to the whiteboard, writing letters on the whiteboard as Clara tried to decipher it.

It took Alex seconds. "David Baker?" he asked.

"How the hell did you get that?" Clara demanded as he walked past her, nudging her shoulder as he whispered down to her

"PhD doesn't come in handy for everything, huh?" he tormented and Clara rolled her eyes at hearing him before going back to focus at the task they were working on.

"So who is David Baker?" Clara wondered.

"No idea," Michael said, "but I think he has something to do with Scylla and the building."

"So we need to find him?" Clara checked and Michael nodded at her.

"Yeah," he said to her. "So we need to get going and make sure we can find him before The Company find him. If what Gretchen said was true and they intend to move it then they might need his help."

Standing besides Alex at the whiteboard, Clara peered onto it as Sara set about searching for a David Baker, Michael with her and Lincoln and Sucre sat quietly to the side. Self clapped his hands, urging for the team to get moving. Standing up, Michael took the map back to the whiteboard.

"So we have thirty yards to get through before we get to the building," he declared, pointing to the board. "So we need to get through it before we do anything else. You guys head down there and Sara and I will find David Baker."

"And Bellick goes home to his mom," Sucre said, voice demanding.

"Yeah," Lincoln agreed.

It was then when Michael turned around, about to move over to Sara, but he didn't make it. He fell to the floor, arms stretched in front of him as Lincoln and Sucre rushed forwards and Sara fell to her knees besides him, looking at him as she tried to get him to speak.

Wondering what the hell was happening, Clara stayed back with Alex and Self as Sucre and Lincoln picked Michael up.

"Come on," Sara said, not wasting a second as she reached for her bag and car keys.

"Whoa," Self said, holding his hands up, "where you going?"

"Hospital," Sara responded.

"Don't be hasty-"

"-This is my decision," Sara interrupted before Self could say anything else.

Moving towards the car, Michael whispered; "David Baker."

"We'll get him," Alex nodded to him, knowing he had bigger things to worry about.

Bundling Michael into the car, Alex shut the door on him as Lincoln stood by the window, telling his brother to be safe. Sara started the engine and moved off, the car speeding away as Self told them to make sure they used their fake IDs. Clara kept her hands on her hips as she watched them go and Alex went to grab hold of another set of car keys.

"What was that about?" Clara whispered to Alex as she followed him back to the table.

"Don't know," Alex muttered, "but I have suspicions."

He didn't air what those suspicions were, instead choosing to keep silent while Clara bit down on her lip and looked around, her eyes settling on Sucre and Lincoln. The pair of them were already bundling tools into a car, clearly heading over to GATE.

"I'll come and find Baker with you," Clara said to him.

…

Clara took the wheel for once, complaining to Alex how it seemed unfair that the men were the only ones allowed to drive. He had chuckled and told her to be his guest, directing her out of town and towards Baker's house. She kept her eyes on the road as she spoke.

"Go on," she urged him, "what about Michael?"

He took a deep breath. "When I was hunting Michael down I found out that his mom died of a brain aneurysm from a tumour…I…I don't know. I don't want to speculate. It might be nothing. He's in the best place for him."

"Jesus," Clara whispered in a small voice.

"I know," Alex agreed, "but all we can do is focus on getting Scylla and finding David Baker. We owe it to him to do that."

"Yeah, of course," Clara said, "just that Michael isn't even old is he? He's younger than both of us."

"I'm not old," Alex mumbled.

"Yeah, but you're not exactly a spring chicken," Clara responded.

"Hey," Alex protested, "I can still outlast people younger than me, as we have seen multiple times."

"I think that is with thanks to your training in the military," Clara mused. "So do I make a left up here?"

"Yeah, up the hill," Alex nodded at her.

She continued to drive until she came to park at the end of the road, putting the handbrake on and climbing out, lifting her sunglasses from her face. Looking to the building, she whistled lowly before ambling by Alex's side, looking around the front lawn and then watching the house.

"Nice house," she muttered.

"Too secluded," Alex replied.

"Too secluded?" she asked of him. "That's pretty perfect. No one to bother you when you want to be alone…"

"No one to run to if you're being burgled," Alex deadpanned. "And no one to run to if you have an emergency and-"

"-I get it," Clara interrupted him. "Do you have to suck the fun out of everything?"

He shrugged. "I guess that's one reason why you like me."

She chuckled, moving a hand out to press the doorbell. "Trust me, it isn't."

Waiting with patience and bated breath, the two of them looked into the hallway, the windows around the house offering no privacy. A woman came from a room, dressed in casual clothes as she spoke on the intercom.

"Yes?"

"We're looking for a Mr. Baker," Clara spoke.

"He's not taking new projects," she responded.

"But we have some questions about a project he worked on earlier," Alex declared and the woman sighed.

Her hair came down to her shoulders while her face looked concerned. She said nothing, instead letting them in and telling her to follow them. They did so, Clara in front of Alex as she took in the swanky house she was currently inside of. Coming to some steps, the woman opened the door as a man's voice called out.

"I'm working," he sounded agitated.

"These people would like to talk to you," she said, "about Scylla."

"You're Company?" the man wondered.

"Yeah," Alex said and Clara looked around, seeing all kinds of projects that he was working on as the woman wandered off, closing the door behind her. "We're in logistics and we have some questions about how to move Scylla."

"I don't remember much," David Baker said.

Observing him, Clara didn't see much. He wore glasses, his stubble covering his chin. He had a round face and beady eyes that were set on a model design he was working on. Moving over to him, Alex tried to make small talk, asking what he was working on. Letting out an exasperated sigh, the man began to speak.

"The world's first self-sustainable city," he said. "A community living in harmony."

"And the reality?" Alex asked, sounding genuinely intrigued.

"It's not impossible," Clara was the one to answer. "They have something similar in Dubai."

"You know about that?" he finally looked to her and stood up.

"My mom was in science and geography," she shrugged her shoulders as David Baker stood up, his shirt hanging open over a black top as he wandered through his office.

"So how long have you two been part of The Company?" Baker wondered.

"Too long," Alex muttered. "Anyway, we're having trouble finding out what is on those blueprints."

"Yeah, we get most of it," Clara backed him up, "but we just need help with the final bits."

Baker sat back down, looking up to Alex and Clara. He moved his eyes between both of them. "You're not Company."

"Correct," Clara said, "so we can drop the act and you can just give us what we want."

David stood up then as Alex shot Clara a look and she shrugged, following Baker outside as Alex muttered. "Smooth, Clara," he mumbled and she rolled her eyes before following Baker.

"Do you know what The Company do, Mr. Baker?" she wondered from him, her strides long and purposeful to keep up with him as he wandered outside and onto the lawn. "Do you know how many people they have hurt? How many people they have killed?"

"That is not what happened to me," Baker responded.

"So you got lucky?" Clara wondered from him. "You got lucky and you stayed here…hiding…while we're out there trying to stop them from doing what they do."

"Listen," David said, "The Scylla project was a choice project. I took it and that is it."

But Alex shook his head, pointing to David as he spoke. "But they told you what it was," Alex responded. "They told you what it was and that's why you're doing all of this, isn't it? You can't live with yourself because of it and that's why you're trying to make this city…to move on…trying to make amends."

"What they did is not my fault," David hissed, moving back inside as Clara and Alex followed them again.

"But you put your name in there," Clara protested. "You put your name in the blueprints."

"An accident," Baker said with a shake of his head. "It doesn't mean anything."

"How long do you think you can keep this up for?" Clara demanded. "Because they want Scylla moving and they will come back for you. Do you think that you can escape? Are you that foolish? Actually, I'd say you are."

Baker glowered at her as Clara moved forwards, standing in front of him with narrowed eyes as she spoke once more. "You're just a selfish man, aren't you, David? What was it? They ask you to do something for how much money? How to sell your soul?"

"Get out," David demanded.

"Not until we get what we want," Clara declared.

"Clara," Alex muttered her name, wondering if this was the right approach, but even he had to admit that he was running out of ideas as they shared a knowing glance between each other.

Letting her eyes narrow on David, he shook his head before they heard the doorbell ring.

"Were you expecting anyone?" Alex demanded from him, pointing to him, but David shook his head. Looking to Clara, he held his hand out, his fingers extending towards her as she looked to him.

"We need to go," he said to her.

"Not until we get what we came for," Clara said with a shake of her head.

"I have nothing to give you," Baker continued and Clara continued to glower at him, not believing a word that came from his mouth. "You should go…I only put my name because I am egotistic."

"Yeah, and an inconsiderate ass," Clara continued.

"You know, this isn't exactly how you get information from someone," David said.

Moving to look out the window, Alex moved back then, grabbing Clara by the elbow and hauling her to hide behind a desk, his arm wrapped around her waist as he bent down by her side. Baker did the same, the suits in the yard enough to make him quiver with fear.

"They're here," Baker said. "You need to go…but you'll never make it…or get past the first minefield."

"Minefield?" Clara demanded, but Alex was too busy doing what Baker had suggested.

"Don't tell them," he demanded, grabbing Clara's hand and tugging her off.

"Hey," Clara protested as Alex slipped them out of the door, his grip tight as he dragged her to hide behind a set of trees, pushing her back against one as he placed his hands either side of her head, leaning around the tree to look at the men in the yard.

"Clear," Alex muttered and took off, his hand going back to hers, but this she took his hand eagerly, her fingers slipping into his without looking at him as she kept her eyes behind them, looking to the men advancing closer towards Baker in his study.

"Down the hill," Alex said, slipping between a row of hedges.

The hill was steep, steep enough for Clara to fall down, her hand letting go of Alex's. Moving back to her, he grabbed her by the waist, picking her up and placing his hand on the small of her back, pushing her forwards as he remained upright, the noise of screeching tyres entering their ears.

Coming the car, Clara found the keys from her pocket, unlocking it as a woman came towards them in the car they had just heard. Clara jumped into the car while Alex looked to her as she held a hand out towards him, a piece of paper in her fingers.

"Go," she demanded from them.

"Your husband…" Alex began but she shook her head.

"He'll never help you," she informed them, "but this will."

Unfolding the paper, Alex looked down, seeing the codes that had been in the bird book translated on that page. He took the paper as the woman drove off and Clara started the ignition, recklessly driving down the road as Alex reached for his seatbelt and fastened himself in.

"Close, huh?" Clara asked, a sound of worry in her voice as Alex nodded.

"Just a bit," he responded, "but I think we have what we need."

"And the minefield?" Clara wondered. "What the hell did he build down there, Alex?"

"I don't know," Alex admitted, "but we'll soon find out."

…

Arriving back at the warehouse, Alex was the first one from the car, running up towards the whiteboard where Michael was stood working. Before either of them had a chance to ask how he was doing, he was talking.

"Did you get anything?"

"Yeah," Alex said, showing him the piece of paper. "It's a code. They all match to the blueprint. Baker's wife gave it to me. They came for him while we were there."

"Now this makes sense," Michael said as Sara appeared and Clara went to stand by them.

Michael began to speak about the minefield. "These symbols aren't p traps…they're microphones…and the v…it's a generator," Michael continued. "And this is a line of landmines buried underground. It says manual override only…all attempts to dismantle the landmines will set off an alarm."

"So we need to tell them," Alex said, looking to Clara. "Car key." He demanded.

"I can come-"

"-You're going nowhere near that building," Alex interrupted, snatching the keys from her and then running off, not bothering to wait for anyone.

Watching him go, Clara sat down at the table while Michael tried to call his brother and tell him what they had found out. Clara didn't know if they would make it in time, but after Sara told her how Sucre had stood on the landmine she began to panic. If The Company found out then they would be all over it.

"How did it go at the hospital?" Clara asked from Sara.

She shrugged. "We had to run," she said. "The cops came before we could see a doctor. They wanted him to stay in."

"How's he doing?" Clara wondered as he kept trying to call his brother.

"I'm not sure," Sara admitted to her. "I'm really not sure."

Nodding, Clara didn't feel like prying any further. Instead she remained seated, looking at the code that Baker's wife had given them. She let her eyes roam over it, wondering what else could be thrown at them. She didn't know how much more they could all take.

…

Returning back to the warehouse, Alex watched on as Clara stood in the corner and everyone else gathered around a coffin. A coffin with Brad Bellick's body inside of it. Looking to it from a distance, Clara didn't feel like intruding. She hadn't exactly known Bellick that well like the others. She didn't have a history with them. She had watched as Alex placed the badge with the body, giving him one final look at before returning back to Clara.

Moving to wrap an arm around his waist, she nestled against his side, a sense of contentment sweeping through her for a moment as he reciprocated, his arm going over her shoulders as he brought his head down, his lips pressing to the side of her head.

"We keep going?" Clara asked of Alex and he nodded at her.

"Yeah," he said. "Come on…let's go for a walk."

Leaving the warehouse, Clara kept her arm inside of Alex's, both of them ambling along the side of the port.

"What did you find when you went down into GATE?" Clara enquired from Alex.

"Nothing really," Alex told her. "There was just a room. We overrode the landmines and Lincoln was on about drilling through to get a look. We don't want to knock the wall down and let them know we're close."

"But if they move it then it won't matter," Clara responded.

"They can't move it," Alex said with a shake of his head, despite the fact that he knew they could move it. He knew all too well. "What do we do if they move it? We don't even have the final card yet."

"I'm pretty sure Michael has a plan on how to get it," Clara responded.

"Scofield has a plan for everything, but I don't know, Clara…I saw him in there. He's sick," Alex said, "and he's going to try to hide it from us, but none of us are stupid. We know whatever is wrong with him, it isn't good."

"I don't know," Clara said with a sigh. "I guess all we can keep doing is carrying on for his sake."

"It's what he would want," Alex shrugged. "Anyway, Sucre and I will go back to the building tomorrow and try to find out what exactly is going on."

Clara moved her hand down Alex's arm, her hand going to hold onto his. She closed her eyes for a moment as they stood still by the edge of the dock. Moving slowly, Clara still didn't entirely know if Alex minded her attentions as she hesitated wrapping her arms around his waist. But he didn't seem to mind. Instead he was busy moving his own arms around her.

"You know when this is finished," Clara whispered in a small voice, "if we get out of it…maybe we could go for a drink? Do something normal for once?"

"Yeah," Alex agreed, "I think I would like that. You do drink like a fish, though."

"Hey," Clara complained, pulling back to look at him, moving to hit a hand against his chest. "I only drink like a fish when I'm by myself. I do try to restrain myself out in public on dates."

"A date?" Alex echoed. "Is that what you want?"

"I never said that," Clara said with a shake of her head towards him.

"Going for a drink tends to mean going for a date," Alex told her. "Or it did when I was in the dating pool, but that was about…well…seventeen years ago…or maybe more. I'm not good at this kind of stuff. I thought that I was going to be with Pam for the rest of my life. I never thought…"

"I get it," Clara promised him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound too forwards. I just…" she trailed off, unsure of what more she could say to him, but he was shaking his head at her. Instead he was too busy moving his hands to her cheeks, holding them tenderly to bring her gaze back to his.

"I never thought that after Pam I'd be able to feel something for another woman," he admitted, "but I think you're the exception, Clara. You're the exception to all of the rules that I thought I would live by."

"I thought that we weren't going to do this," Clara whispered to him. "I thought that we were going to discuss this after."

"And what if after is too late?" Alex wondered of her. "Clara, we both know how dangerous this is. Bellick has gone and every day we wake up and we don't know if we will get through it, so if I want to tell you that I think I might…well…you know…care…very deeply for you…then I will. I'll tell you and I'll tell you everyday until this is over."

Closing her eyes, Clara looked away as she felt her eyes grow with water. "Alex, if we get out of this then I know things will change. You have Pam. You love her."

"Yeah," Alex nodded, agreeing with her on that matter before he spoke again, moving his hands to her shoulders and holding them tightly. "I love Pam. A part of me will always love Pam…but too much has happened and she…she deserves to move on and away from me. I accept that. It hurts, but I accept it, and if I had any common sense then I would tell you to do the same thing because I don't deserve you to look at me the way you do. I don't deserve anything from you."

"Stop it," Clara said, her gaze searching his as she spoke forcefully. "Don't talk like that. I'm the one who should feel that way. Look at me, Alex. I…I have nothing…I have nothing to offer, but you still stay around me."

"Clara, you are so wrong," Alex said with a deep chuckle, shaking his head back and forth as he dared to move and hold onto her hands inside of his. "I don't want anything from you. I just want you."

She nodded her head at him then. "I can do that," she whispered, "so long as you're sure."

"Pretty sure," Alex mused, bending down until he was kissing her once again.