Clara had been sat around the warehouse all day, looking over every folder on The Company. She had poured through them and listened in as Sara pleaded with Michael to go and have the surgery he needed. Alex had tried to tell him that he would be there to make sure everything went to plan before breaking into Scylla. He went away, kissing Clara swiftly on the forehead as she sipped on her coffee.

She almost blushed as he completed the motion and left, people watching her with intrigue. Michael was sat across from her and he arched a brow, looking in her direction as she finished gulping down her coffee, the glasses she had borrowed from Alex sat on her nose.

"What?" she wondered as Sara draped an arm over Michael's shoulders and sat down next to him. Noise echoed through the warehouse as Sucre, Lincoln and Alex all headed off to work, determined to break into Scylla that day.

"Nothing," Michael said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Just that you and Mahone seem cosier than usual."

"Shut up," was all Clara could mutter as she went back to looking to the folder in her fingers. "Anyway, what's the plan for you two today?"

"We're going to the hospital later on," Sara said and Clara nodded her head, daring to glance over to Michael.

"You going to be okay?" she wondered, unsure of what was wrong with him as he pinched the bridge of his nose, holding it for a second before nodding his head and looking Clara in the eye.

"Yeah," he said. "I'll be fine."

"He's sick and he needs to go to the hospital," Sara said, her look on Michael stern. "So if you hear him try to talk himself out of it then I need you to shut him up…stick tape over his mouth or whatever."

Clara chuckled at that, nodding her head and agreeing with her. "Got it," she said to her. "Besides, I'm sure Alex and everyone else can get the job done. I mean, how hard can it be?"

"Near impossible," Michael told her. "They can only make a certain amount of noise and once they are in the floor is censored and if the room heats up beyond a certain degree then the alarm also goes off."

Gulping, Clara swallowed more of her coffee. "Yeah, I guess that sounds impossible."

"Pretty much."

"So what do they do once they're in?" Clara wondered. "Because, last time I checked we didn't have the final card."

"That's the problem," Michael nodded before dropping the pen he was holding, his hands going to hold his head as he looked to the ceiling and then to Sara. "I can't do this."

"You can and you will."

"No," Michael said with a shake of his head. "I should be down there helping them finish this. I should be there…I need to be there. I have to go and I have to help. This isn't just about me, this is about them and they need me. Sucre…Lincoln…even Alex…I can't abandon them now."

Clara stood up and left the two to their argument. She took her cup of coffee with her and moved up the steps towards the kitchen, but Michael was right, not about himself, but in general. Clara felt as though she should go down there now. She shouldn't abandon them. She should be there to help. If The Company knew they were going to steal Scylla then what would they do?

Putting her coffee cup in the sink, Clara moved down then, grabbing a set of car keys from the table before grabbing hold of a leather jacket and throwing it over the floral wrap dress she wrote. Michael looked to her as she moved off and he stood up too, finishing his conversation with Sara before he spoke to Clara.

"Your cousin," he said to her, "does she do the Eagles & Angles event often?"

Clara nodded. "She should be there today. Why?"

"Because I have a plan," Michael said with a nod of his head.

…

Clara grunted as she crawled through the tunnel behind Michael. Struggling to cope with the enclosed space, she moved slowly and climbed out, Michael helping her to stand up once she was at the other end. Pushing herself to stand up straight, she noticed the tunnel led further down as she dropped her hands to her hips and looked down to her legs that were covered in tights.

"I ripped them," Clara complained. "Damn tunnel."

Following Michael, she came to the place where they working and everyone turned to look at them. Lincoln moved with haste, grabbing Michael by the arm and demanding to know why he wasn't currently about to go in for surgery. Alex moved towards Clara, speaking in a low voice as he bent down closer to her ear.

"What is going on?" Alex wondered.

"He wouldn't go to the hospital," Clara responded in a low voice. "He has a plan to get Scylla and the last card. Just trust him."

"I do," Alex said. "I just don't know why you're here."

Rolling her eyes, she looked to the tools they were using. "I can be helpful. I know that is a drill," she pointed to it, "and I know that you have umbrellas to catch the rubble once the wall comes down so nothing hits the floor. I have been in the warehouse while you've been plotting."

"Yeah," Alex nodded, "but then there's the issue of what happens if we get caught. If Krantz finds out you were-"

"-If Krantz finds out any of us are trying to steal Scylla then he will kill us all," Clara responded. "So let's just worry about not getting caught…well….we want to get caught, but nothing will happen."

"What are you on about?" Alex wondered.

"Right," Michael said, gaining everyone's attention, looking to them all with a stern expression as Lincoln continued to glower at him. "This is the plan."

…

Clara was doing her best to keep silent. She was crouched behind Michael, looking to the laptop screen. She said nothing, knowing that they couldn't say anything as she watched the screen, brow furrowing. She continued to watch as Alex pushed the umbrella through the gap and it fell into the room, dangling by a thread before opening up.

Climbing down from the ladder, Alex began to help break down the gap in the wall with Sucre. Both of them were working quieter than usual. Once the gap was in the wall, Sucre climbed through it, assembling a ladder piece by piece. Clara went to grab hold of the can of liquid nitrogen. She handed it through the hole to Sucre, making sure it was securely in his hands before backing off.

Placing a hand on the small of her back, Alex continued to peer through the wall while Lincoln stood to the other side of him. Clara had to restrain herself from screaming out in panic as soon as she saw Sucre begin to tumble down towards the ground. Alex moved quickly, placing a hand over her mouth as he saw her open it. They watched on as Sucre struggled to regain his balance, but he managed it as Lincoln climbed through to help him.

Pulling him up and taking the can from him, Lincoln stepped back as Sucre nodded, silently thanking him. Clara let out a long breath as Alex looked to her, brow arched as she shrugged her shoulders, unsure of what she was motioning to him as Sucre went back to assembling the ladder and Alex made sure everything was tight to hold it up.

Standing to the side as Michael passed through the hole, Clara watched on as he wandered across the ladder. He stopped for a second, hand going to hold onto his forehead as everyone watched on with bated breath. Bending down, Michael finally came to the glass and cut through it, climbing into the room that contained Scylla.

What was Scylla? Clara couldn't be sure. It looked like a computer tower from the distance she was stood at. But as Michael opened it up, she knew the alarms would have started. Lincoln and Sucre moved then, rushing forwards onto the makeshift bridge. Alex followed, hand going to pull the gun out of the waistband of his jeans as Clara followed him, grabbing the laptop and the backpack that Michael had brought.

"The General is going to come through those doors in less than two minutes," Michael spoke as Clara handed him the equipment.

"With his guards," Alex said, making sure his gun was ready to go should he need it.

"Yeah," Michael nodded. "So get hidden."

They did as they were told as Michael stood in front of the elevator. Clara went to stand behind Alex while Lincoln and Sucre stood next to each other at the other side of the elevator. Waiting with anticipation, the elevator doors opened wide and the men all stepped out, but before they could do anything, Sucre, Lincoln and Alex were pointing at them with guns.

"Drop the guns," Lincoln demanded, but no one moved.

Alex reacted then, pointing his gun at Scylla. "Did you hear him?"

"Put your weapons down," the General demanded.

"Come on," Alex demanded, forcing the men into the corner as Clara watched him keep his gun trained on them.

"You almost had it," Jonathan spoke in an off handed tone. "You almost got into Scylla, but you blew it at the last moment. What did you think would happen?"

"We didn't blow it," Michael responded. "In fact, we are right where we need to be. Pass me your Scylla card."

Jonathan didn't even argue with Michael, pulling the card out from his pocket and handing it to him as Michael placed his hands to his hips as a smug look came over him and he turned to glance to Clara, tilting his head to the side as Alex watched the exchange and Sucre took care of aiming his gun at the guards, sensing that Alex's mind was on Clara.

"I'm disappointed in you, Clara," he declared. "I knew you were lying to me when you came to see me that day, but I never thought that you would align yourself with a bunch of common criminals."

"Common criminals?" Clara echoed. "I don't think so. Besides, you have no right to be disappointed in me. After everything you did…I mean, did it even pain you to send someone to torture me?"

"I did what I had to do to keep you away, or so I thought," Jonathan responded.

"And my parents?" Clara demanded. "What did you do to them? I know my mom was working on one of the projects that The Company was aligned with. I know that. What did you do to her? That whore of a mistress of yours told me it was no accident they died in."

"Gretchen," Jonathan muttered.

"Yeah," Clara said. "So what did you do? There's no use denying it. I know you're involved."

"It pained me," Jonathan admitted as Michael continued working on Scylla. "Your mother was…well…she…she just wouldn't stop, Clara. You know what she was like. She was always snooping and putting her nose in places where it didn't belong. She was a pain, really."

"What did you do?" Clara asked, losing any sense of control. "What did you do to them?!"

Alex moved then, grabbing hold of Clara by the waist to stop her from attacking Jonathan as he watched her. He didn't even answer because he didn't need to. Clara knew exactly what had happened. She tried not to let her emotion show as Alex kept his arm around her, restraining her and holding her back.

"I see you've taken quite a shining to her," Jonathan mused.

"Don't talk about her," Alex demanded, "and don't talk to me."

"Regardless," Jonathan said, turning to look to Michael. "You have lost. You have one card. If you did your research then you would know that you need the other five."

"Good job I have them," Michael said, pulling out the duplicated cards and plugging them into Scylla as Jonathan looked worried then, his face dropping as Clara glowered at him.

"Bet you weren't expecting that, you bastard," Clara snarled as Alex felt her twitch and his arm remained around her, her back pressed flush against his chest as she shook.

The tall tower opened and revealed nothing that looked important, but that was what they had risked their life for and, in Brad's case, died for. Pulling it out, it was simply a black unit. Looking to it with intrigue, Michael nodded and placed it into his backpack alongside the laptop.

"You're not getting out of here," the General said. "You know that, don't you?"

"We will give it a go," Lincoln said.

Moving towards the elevator, Clara stepped in with Alex, his hand holding her elbow to stop her from lashing out. Instead all she could do was keep her glare on Jonathan as Michael and Sucre joined them in the lift.

"General, we need you to activate it," Michael said and Krantz stepped in, doing as he had been told. But before he could step out, Lincoln was in front of him, forcing him back into the elevator.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lincoln demanded from him as he pushed him back into the steel box.

Clara ground her teeth together as the elevator went up and she looked down to the ground, waiting until it came to a halt and they all stepped out. As anticipated, there were more guards waiting, but they were soon taken care of. Lincoln kept a gun to the General's head while Alex and Sucre pointed there's at the guard.

Moving down the corridor towards his office, Alex was the last one in the room, shutting the door and locking it too. Moving through the room, Clara found herself going to the window while Michael went to the corner, pulling his cell out and making a call.

"So what now?" Krantz wondered, stood by his green leather coach.

"We wait," Michael said before taking hold of a piece of pen and paper from the General's desk, sitting down in a chair.

"Is that the desk you sat at when you demanded Wyatt kill my son?" Alex demanded from him.

"Don't panic," Michael assured Alex. "He's going to be making no more demands."

"You know this building has gone into lockdown?" Krantz spoke.

"Just shut up," Clara snapped at him and moved over to the mini bar, grabbing his bottle of scotch and pouring a small glass.

"Think I can get one of those?" Sucre wondered.

"Sure," Clara said, pouring him a glass and passing it over to him.

He downed it in one as she did. She moved to grab another glass before speaking, unable to contain herself as she felt the anger inside of her continue to build. Krantz sat down as Sucre perched on the arm of the sofa, gun trained on him.

"She was your sister," Clara said in a disbelieving tone. "And I am your niece…I mean…what the hell is wrong with you?"

"What is done is done, Clara," Krantz continued. "There is no bringing them back now. Your mother intended to tell anyone she knew about The Company. She knew exactly what we were going to do. What we wanted to do. Pulling the shots…she disagreed. Of course, she isn't the only one who worked for The Company. You know about your father, right, Burrows?"

Standing up and moving to his desk, he pulled a photo from it, handing it over to Lincoln who looked down to it and then dropped it on the man's desk again while Michael looked intrigued.

"We know he worked for you," Lincoln said, "but he wanted out."

"Is that what he told you?" Krantz asked.

"Yeah, he was a data analyst."

"The lies keep on coming," Krantz declared, "but of course, there is so much you need to learn about The Company…about your dad…and your mother, of course."

Lincoln reacted then, grabbing the General by the lapels of his jacket. "I'll kill you."

"Not before I have a shot," Clara said, walking over to them and pushing Lincoln by the chest until he let him go. He dropped him and Krantz went back to the sofa, a smug look still on his face as he sat down and Clara shot Lincoln an understanding look as he perched on the desk.

Clara walked back over to the window as Alex stood near her.

"So what is it you all want?" Krantz demanded from them, looking to Sucre. "Fernando, I know you have a daughter. I can pay for her college education-"

"-What the hell?" Clara demanded, interrupting him and slamming the glass of alcohol onto a surface.

"What?" Alex also backed her up. "You think you can chuck cash at us and we will go away?"

"And what about Pam?" the General demanded and Clara looked away from him as he stood up and wandered towards Alex, buttoning up his jacket as he went. "She needs you now…now more than ever. Going through grief alone can be tough. Can't it, Clara?" Krantz looked to his niece. "Is that not how you coped with Theresa's death? Alone? I doubt Tom was any use. Do you want Alex's wife to feel the same way?"

"Stop talking," Alex demanded from him, standing before him.

"What?" the General demanded. "Has my niece got her claws into you already? I know what she was like in college, Alex. She went through boys quicker than anything…managed to hook them in. I thought those days were behind her when she met Tom, but perhaps she has gone back to them. How long do you think she will want you for?"

"Shut up," Alex demanded again.

"Or perhaps you might break her heart?" Krantz suggested. "She is madly obsessed with you from what Wyatt told me before you presumably killed him. In her drug addled state she couldn't stop talking about you."

"Is it because you're jealous?" Alex wondered, voice low as he continued to stand less than an inch from the General and Clara gripped hold of the window, not sure if she wanted to hear anything else. "Your niece…no…scrap that. She doesn't deserve to be related to you. So, Clara is a good woman…a woman who has gone through so much but keeps on going, so don't you ever talk about her like that again or I'll show you exactly what I did to Wyatt."

Moving from him, Alex looked to Clara as she shot him a soft look and he could only nod at her, silently promising her that he had her back through all of this.

"This is ridiculous," Krantz suddenly spoke and moved towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lincoln wondered, blocking his way.

"So you'll shoot me?" Krantz demanded to know, "and then what? You are not leaving here with Scylla."

"We are," Clara piped up, "I mean, if you want Lisa to live we are."

He stopped then, turning around to look at her as she folded her arms over her chest. Eyeing her with suspicion, Krantz shook his head continuously as Clara watched him, daring him to challenge her once more.

"What about Lisa?"

"Oh, so you do care about someone," Clara said, hand to her chest as Michael's cell rang. "I'd imagine that call is for you."

Michael answered it and put in on speaker. "It's me," Lisa declared. "Tancredi has me at gunpoint. She says that if you don't let Michael and the others go then she will kill me."

Michael hung up the phone, a smirk on his face. "You should do as your daughter asks."

"Son of a bitch," Jonathan declared.

They let Jonathan ponder over what he had just heard before he spoke, clearly believing he could have the upper hand once again.

"Listen, I know that your girl would not hurt a fly," Jonathan said and Clara let out a chuckle before speaking.

"That was before you had Gretchen beat her senseless," Clara declared. "People have changed, Jonathan."

"She's right," Michael said, holding up the paper he had been writing on. "These are all the people you have killed…sons…fathers…mothers…do you think your daughter's life is worth anymore than theirs?"

"You wouldn't," Jonathan said, turning his stare to Clara. "She is your cousin. She didn't know what I had done to you. She never knew. She loves you, Clara. You know that."

"I also know she lied to my face," Clara hissed. "I also know that she works for you and in my mind that makes her just as bad as you are."

"What happened to you?" Jonathan asked and her eyes widened.

"What? You mean since I was the college slut?" Clara wondered. "A lot has happened since then that you know all about. So how about you let us walk out of here and Lisa doesn't get hurt, because I swear to God I will make sure someone puts a bullet in her head if you don't let us go."

Clara knew she was bluffing. But she was doing it for all of them. She couldn't show weakness, not a time like now.

"Just don't hurt her," Krantz said, looking to Michael.

"We won't," he said.

"Now get us out of here," Lincoln demanded, gun to Jonathan's head as he moved to the door.

They all followed, the room emptying one by one as they walked past the armed guards and Krantz ordered for them to stand down. They did as they were told and Clara looked around as they walked down the corridors. She felt a hand on her back and she looked over her shoulder to Alex.

"You okay?" he asked.

She wanted to shake her head and break down. She wanted to tell him that she was anything but alright. But she nodded her head. She would be fine.

Coming to the elevator, Jonathan called it, stepping inside as they all followed. Once in the lobby, the doors opened and the fresh air hit them all, a sense of relief almost dawning upon them. They were so close and they could almost sense the end.

"How does it feel?" Alex suddenly demanded from Jonathan. "Knowing that someone you care about will die if you don't do it? Huh? After what you did to me and Clara, you deserve to pay for this."

"It's karma," Sucre said. "What goes around comes around."

Coming to the street, Krantz nodded to a vehicle. "This is what we were going to use to transport Scyalla," he said. "But I want to speak to my daughter before you take it."

"No," Michael said. "You will only talk to her once we are gone."

Alex stayed back, noticing some guards had followed them, his gun trained on them. Lincoln moved then, grabbing the General by the chin and pushing him against the side of the van, muttering something to him that Clara couldn't make out as she stayed by Alex's side. Whatever Krantz said in response seemed to have an impact as Lincoln trained his gun on the back of his head.

"Come on," Michael urged his brother, climbing into the van.

"How long do you think you can keep running, Clara?" Krantz wondered from her. "I will give you one final chance. Come back in with me and I can keep you safe. If you go with these men then you will end up dead. You know that."

Scoffing, Clara shook her head. "I'd rather be dead than go anywhere near you."

"Then that will soon be seen to," Krantz promised before Alex stepped in, pointing at the man.

"You go anywhere near her and I'll kill you myself before she can get to you," Alex declared, opening the back of the truck.

Climbing into it, she sat down on a bench before Alex closed the door once Sucre was in. Driving off, Clara buried her face into her hands, letting out a loud groaning sound as Alex looked down to her.

"He's gone," Alex assured her.

"Do you think?" Clara wondered. "Because I don't want him gone, Alex. I want him dead. I want to kill him for what he did to my parents…to your son…and I don't think I can stop feeling that way."

"We're almost free," Alex said. "Clara…we have a chance to leave here…to be free of all of this. Is he worth risking that for?"

"Yes," Clara said without a moment of hesitation. "But I'll settle with seeing him rot in a jail cell or fry in the chair."

"I think that's what will be in store for him," Alex assured her.

They continued driving, pulling up outside of the airport. Jumping from the back of the van, Alex reached to take Clara's waist, helping her down as Michael looked to the them and Sucre.

"Read for the final part of the plan?" Michael wondered.

"Yes," Alex nodded.

"See you when this is done," Lincoln nodded to them and they took off.

Running away from the airport for a few blocks, they came to a quiet location and Sucre doubled over, catching his breath for a few moments as Clara nodded to Alex, checking her watch. They had been running for five minutes. That gave the brothers plenty of times. Pulling his cell out, Alex called the cops, declaring that he had seen a suspicious looking item in the airport in a backpack. He gave them details of the location and everything.

Hanging up, Alex nodded to Clara and Sucre. "We've done our bit."

"So what do we do now?" Sucre wondered.

"We go back to the warehouse and wait for them to call," Alex said before Sucre pulled Scylla out of his waistband where he had it hidden.

Beaming widely, Sucre let out a laugh as Alex smiled and his phone rang. Answering it, he told Self that he had it. They had it and it was finished.

…

Michael had given the device to Self while the man had returned a brown envelope that promised them their freedom. Apparently the vans would be sent to them in half an hour and they would go through processing. Self gave Michael the envelope with all the information in. Self had even promised Michael an ambulance to take him to the hospital before he had left.

"Half an hour," Clara whispered to Alex. "So in half an hour you go with them and this is over. You're free…from all of this."

"And where will you be?" Alex asked from her and she folded her arms over her chest, creasing her dress as she wandered along the edge of the warehouse, peering up to the building.

"Not here, that's for sure," she said to him and he let out a small laugh. "I don't know. I might head to some hotel, call the college and see if I still have a job. And then I might head down to the bar and drink a glass of wine…see if anyone fancies drinking with a loner."

"You never know," Alex shrugged, "there might be a tall, handsome stranger who walks in and joins you."

Clara laughed at him then. "I can only hope it's George Clooney," she said and he shot her a small smirk. "If not then I think I know who I'd like the alternative to be."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Clara responded. "There's a hotel…the Sunset Plaza…I've stayed there before."

"I might be able to find it," he taunted her.

"Good," she said, "because if not then I think I'll just have to see if George is free."

"Trust me," Alex said, looking her in the eye as he moved down to wrap his finger underneath her chin, tilting her face up towards his. "I'll be there."

Kissing him softly, she barely heard Lincoln approach them, coughing until they broke apart. Hands on his hips, he watched the two of them look the other way, Clara seeming more flushed than Alex as Lincoln shot her an amused glance.

"Shut up," she demanded before he could say anything to her.

"No," Lincoln said, "I just wanted to say I told you so."

"Again, shut up," she demanded from him.

It was then when he looked to Alex. "You remember what I said when we first arrived here?" Lincoln wondered.

"You said we had a score to settle," Alex responded.

"It's settled," Lincoln nodded his head, "so long as you keep her safe. She has a habit of finding trouble without looking for it…she's even worse when she's looking for it."

"I am here," Clara protested and Lincoln chuckled.

"Yeah, and you've been a pain in my ass since I met you," Lincoln told her, shooting her a smile before moving by her and pressing his hand to her shoulder. "Take care of yourself, Clara."

"And you," she urged him, "and go back to your son and Sofia. No doubt they'll be missing you."

"Hope so," Lincoln chuckled and wandered off.

"So what do we do while we wait?" Clara wondered from Alex.

"I heard there were still some beers in the fridge," Alex said. "Maybe we can start those drinks early?"

Clara agreed with that suggestion, both of them heading upstairs and grabbing a beer, joining Sucre in sipping on the cold liquid. They chatted and seemed light hearted about everything, despite the fact that they had yet to go. Clara's mind was still on Krantz but all she could think of was how he would look when Homeland went for him.

"We have a problem."

The voice came from Michael as the three of them stopped drinking and moved down to the meeting table. Looking to Michael, they waited for some kind of explanation, but the mood was sombre. Sara's head was buried in her hands while Lincoln had his hands clenched into fists. What the hell had happened?

"Self isn't answering the phone," Michael said.

"The envelope," Alex croaked out, slowly realising what Michael was trying to say.

Going to the envelope, Michael pulled it open and looked at it. His eyes closed and Clara instantly knew. Pulling the papers from it, there was nothing on them. It was a ream of blank paper. The mood in the room instantly changed as Clara dropped her head and moved to grab Alex's hand.

"Self," Michael whispered. "It was Self…"

"He's played us," Sara whispered. "He's played us all."