For A moment on the plan Olivia was sitting in front of the toilet, she'd never been travel sick before, but her hands brushed into her hair feeling dizzy, she kept looking to the toilet, getting to her feet, she spat sick out of her mouth while flushing.

"You all right?" Lincoln knocked on the outside of the washroom door, the plane flying at an even speed.

Olivia rubbed her hand into her hair again, she stepped out of the toilet, "Flying," she inhaled rubbing her temples, "I'm not the biggest fan of it," she added while looking from Paul to Michael, "But Terrence Steadmen, that's awesome news."

"Really awesome." Lincoln put his arms around Olivia, rubbing her stomach softly. Kissing the side of her head. "If you need to get sick again - puke in Michael's direction." He grinned.

"Well with them pants," she spoke softly, "It would be a big improvement." she chuckled sitting down on her chair trying to stop herself getting queasy.

"Olivia, I really hope you drop the pants joke." Michael sighed thinking about when they land.

Olivia stroked her imaginary beard, "Well, I could go back to the you married a whore." she spoke simply while looking over Michael face.

"Stick to the pants," He pointed out looking to Paul, "So if we're getting Terrence, isn't the place going to be swimming with company agents?"

"I've got it covered." Paul was on a Macbook, his thumb running over his lower lip. Looking from the screen to Michael. "Where did you buy the pants anyways? In a dark ally?" He wondered. It made Lincoln laugh, covering his mouth.

Olivia glanced out the window, "Well, as soon as we can, we're going to get you, some new clothes," she held a hand up, "no, me, cos I have much better taste."

Michael sighed, "Are we there yet?" he rested his hand on his chin, kept looking out the window and thinking what was Sara doing now, he hoped for everything she was okay.

"Landing in ten." Paul looked at his watch, he felt nervous, unsure what to except when they landed, but since no fighter jets had tried shooting them down, he assumed he was still flying - literally under the radar.

Michael nodded, "Yes," he felt the plane starting to decent, and he felt like they were going to get somewhere.

Olivia holding her hands on the arm rests, she didn't like flying, she didn't like it at all, now brushing her hands from the armrest to her thighs, "can we get something to eat when we land? I'm starved."

"I don't see why not." Paul put his seat belt on as the little privet jet sign indicated.
Lincoln brushed his hand into Olivia's hair, "I don't see us flying anywhere, ever again." He whispered.

"Thank you," Olivia kissed his cheek lightly, she closed her eyes for a second after doing her seatbelt, feeling the plane start to descend slowly, making her stomach jump nervously, she felt like she was going to have to think of something, to stop her feeling sick again.

"Hey, picture us on a warm, white sand beach, tropical blue waters... Coconuts as cups with crazy straws, L.J. and Elle May learning how to Surf." Lincoln held her close to him, whispering to keep her mind off the decent, kissing the top of her head.

"The sun bleaching my hair," she felt better with the picture in her mind while the plane was touching the ground any moment.

Michael kept looking to his brother, for a moment feeling jealous, the fact that he was getting it right, and Michael wasn't getting anywhere with Sara, plus Mahone got Nikole, so he was very lonely and frustrated.

"Eating freezes in beach chairs." Lincoln continued with her, feeling the plane slowing down.
Paul standing up, turned his phone back on. "Come on, the cars all ready waiting." He looked at Lincoln and Olivia together and Michael alone.

"Yeah, I like him, he's spiffy," Olivia got to her feet after taking off the seat belt; she followed him off the plane.

Michael watched looking to Lincoln, "Does she know that he killed Lisa, he tried to kill you?" he asked, "Does she even know how many times people have tried to kill you?"

Lincoln looking down at his brother who was just an inch shorter, shaking his head, "No and don't tell her. I don't want her getting upset anymore." He nodded.
Paul was standing beside the GMC Yukon, looking back toward the plane, pulling sunglasses on again, and liking the mystery.

Alex couldn't take it, he was putting his jacket on, he was moving around the room, and the call was enough to break his heart. I wasn't the sound of Pam's helpless crying, no, his heart broke right after she said his son's name, and accident together. Alex knew very well wasn't an accident. The rage bubbling into his stomach, he was going to get himself to Colorado, he was going to see his son, he couldn't take that this was all his fault.

"Mister Mahone, you can't leave. You've been shot." A Nurse wearing blue scrubs, stood in the doorway, watching Alex moving around, collecting his belongings.
She'd been in the room when the call came through to his cell phone, "You can't get on a plane either! You need to stay for observation."

"I don't care," Alex said while trying to get passed the sick feeling, he'd have to get away from here, he walked down the hall getting himself quickly to the exit, he glanced around feeling like the fresh air finally hitting him.

Standing outside was Agent Blondie with a smirk on his face, catching Alex's eye. "How's your boy?" He asked darkly. "You know he's young, I'm sure it'll heal fast, but if the Growth plate is effected." He smirked.

Alex kept looking to the man; he felt his fist tighten by his side, his eyes kept focused on him. "You made a mistake..." for a second, all Alex could think was making this man suffer to the point of wanting to die.

Blondie's glare got darker, "No you made a mistake! Now get back to work and hopefully there wont be another accident on the streets on Durango Colorado." He warned the man. "Ow!" He snapped his hand going up touching his head.
"Shut up, Blondie." Nikole had appeared behind him, she'd whacked him across the head.
"You'll pay for that." He kept rubbing his head, looking at Nikole now.
"Oh, what are you going to do? Run my kid over too? Oh wait..." She glared.

Alex kept his eyes focused on this man, "Well I guess I'll have to get back to work..." he then glanced over to Nikole, he gave a look of, I am not letting this man breathe anymore.

Nikole seemed to mutually understand that glance, "Now, Blondie, before we can get back to work. We need a few things." Nikole's tone and mood changed, putting her arm around the mans shoulders.
"Like?" He glared at her.
"Well... " Nikole started walking with him. "Another car." She glanced back to Alex, "I need a new gun..." She whispered.
"I'll... Hey!" He felt Nikole stealing his gun. "Keep walking." She said sharply to him. Keeping calm, was walking toward a back parking lot.

Alex glanced around while following behind Nikole, he just wasn't going to give the company the satisfaction any more, no more being the puppet, he was cutting the strings.

Getting to the car, he looked to Nikole, "you can drive, I need to get a little more friendly with Blondie here..."

Nikole smiled, "My pleasure." She reached into Blondie's pocket, taking out his car keys. "Alex, would you be ever so kind and hold onto this for me?" She held out the gun, knowing Alex's was back somewhere in the tunnels. Agent Blondie looked worried, he completely fucked up big time.

Driving in the Yukon, Paul looked back to Lincoln, Michael and Olivia in the back seats. "Out of all the places, you picked McDonald's... Why?" He looked disgusted by the smell of McChicken sauce on Lincoln's fries.

Olivia glanced down, "I don't know, just a craving for a Big Mac," she glanced down to it, "Plus fries, over salted but so good!" she kept eating feeling the gap in her stomach filling up. "So Good!" she closed her eyes.

Michael glancing to his fillet of fish, fries and diet coke, then to Olivia and her super sized fries and Big Mac, and strawberry shake. "Olivia, stop making sex noises while you eat, it's disturbing."

Lincoln sitting beside Olivia was laughing. "Personally I think it's hilarious!" Lincoln was eating his own large fries with McChicken sauce over them, he's plowed into his bacon double cheese burger and have only half a root beer left.
"It is kind of disturbing." Paul pointed out.

"Yeah, Mister, my junior year book photo looked like I just jizzed in my pants, Scofield..." Olivia bit into a fry making a face at him.

Michael stopped mid bit of his burger, his eyes focused on Olivia's eyes, "You," he kept his tone calm, "I, could kill you..."

"Well." Olivia pointed out, "You picked the wrong person to be best friends with, I warned you about my memory." she finished her fries off, "but admit it, you had cum face in that photo."

Michael face palmed, "I sneezed, okay, they took the photo when I sneezed!"

"Is that the best excuse you can come -Ahah come, come up with, Michael?" Lincoln looked into the back seat at him, "Why would you buy something with fish in it, from McDonald's?" He shuddered.

"Aww," Olivia sighed, "He misses Sara," she cooed playfully while looking to her Big Mac taking a bite hoping it wouldn't fall apart.

Michael sighed, "I know it's the only thing cook then and not sat in a bay for hours..." he pointed out quickly.

"Yeah but, just imagine what it was put through BEFORE they cooked it... " Lincoln shuttered. "Michael, I refuse to let you marry the Ginger Doctor... Not to mention you're all ready married so... " He tisked. He didn't want his brother marrying a ginger.

Alex kept looking to the boot of the car; he hung his phone up before watching Nikole. "You know, coming with me, it means cutting all ties with them." he spoke smooth the Blondie Agent dead, he kept serious.

Looking from the bullet wound in Blondie's centre temple, she looked up at Alex, "I've all ready cut my ties with them." Her own voice dead serious, "I just want this over with..."

"I want it over too," Alex kept looking to Nikole, he tried not to smile, but kept watching, "Are we actually working together on something, because we want to?" he asked shutting the boot leaning on it, his eyes focused on hers.

"D'you know what?" Nikole kind of laughed, it was a small laugh. "I think we are." She nodded with a small smile. Before biting her lip, looking over Alex.

For a second Alex laughed, but touched his shoulder, "Ow," he muttered while looking to Nikole, "So, where do you think we should dump him?" he asked, but then knew it was going to be finding the other Fox River escapees.

"Well." Nikole thought about it, "We could drive him out to the middle of no where and ditch him, cut him up into tiny pieces and arrange them in a way that'll spell this name or the usual, shallow grave." Nikole kept looking over him, before glancing down to her left hand; it felt very strange not wearing a ring anymore, almost like her finger was naked.

Alex took her hand, he felt himself pull her forward, "You, don't have to think about him any more." he inhaled, brushed his hand against her cheek. "We'll do this, then away from all this."

Watching him, looking into his eyes, "To be honest, since meeting you - I haven't really thought about him at all very much." Nikole shifted her fingers, so they carefully laced with him, feeling nervous.

For a moment Alex felt weird, "Well, for now, we need to play along, nothing has changed." he walked closer to her. "But when we find the right time, we'll get it out of here."

"We're about five minutes away, from the estate." Paul looked at the long winding pretty much single vehicle road. A cloud of dust was behind them.
Lincoln looked around, looking at the trees and grass, he'd seen it before, but it never amazed so much.

"Five minutes," Olivia repeated while looking to Michael sitting beside her, he kept looking to his brother; the feeling of the drive was getting tired.

Michael exhaled, "Five minutes," He kept speaking feeling his hands over his head looking over to Paul.

"Three." Paul said now, a house could be seen in the distance, Paul slowed down, crossing over a small bridge. Before they arrived at the house. "Damn it!" Paul snapped reaching for his gun. Seeing Agents all ready trying to move Terrence.

"More guns," She inhaled while feeling the car come to a stop.

Michael got out, he could see Paul aiming at the agents, the fact was, and it was going to be a long evening after this.

Paul shot an Agent and the Agents partner. Lincoln had grabbed Terrence who was freaking out, all panicked. "Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!" He was shaking as Lincoln held him in one place.
"Relax, Terrence." Paul said darkly putting his gun away seeing the two agents lying dead.

"It's time the world knows the truth," Michael said getting into the front beside Paul driving.

Olivia glanced over Terrence Steadman, "Well, looks like the jig it up." she nodded and laughed, "I said that cos you look kinda Irish," she shut up before looking out the window.

Terrence looked over Olivia, sitting between her and Lincoln, but he was scared.
"That was funny..." His voice was low, looking from Olivia to Lincoln who looked really mad but content at the same time.

"Motel," Olivia looked around the room, "Five people sharing a motel..." she added while looking around the ugly walls, the carpet that smelt funny, and two beds. "They think we're doing a gang bang video..." she inhaled.

Michael kept looking to Terrence, back to Lincoln, "So what are we going to do from here?" he asked Paul.

"You know its funny Paul, of all the times you used to ask Caroline out, oh we would laugh!" Terrence watched Paul, pacing the small motel room.
Lincoln leaning against a dresser, kept looking over the man who he was framed for murdering.
"We can just toss him out to the world." Lincoln finally spoke.
"Not that simple..." Paul ignored Terrance. "We burned his finger prints off, removed his teeth... " He remembered all the documents he'd over looked.

"Ow..." Olivia glanced to Terrence face, "That had to like hurt..." she kept studying his face, "Plus surgery must of been annoying." her eyes focused.

Michael kept looking to Paul, "We get a picture of him with a current news paper."

"That'll only prove we found a look a like of the Vice-Presidents brother, we raised his earlobes an inch up and lowered his cheek bones a half an inch... No medical records will match up." Paul explained.
"So, there is no way to prove, I didn't murder this guy!" Lincoln's voice raised pointing at Terrence who squeaked.

"President's brother," Olivia corrected Paul, "and, hello..." she waved, "DNA?" she asked while looking serious.

"To match against the homeless guy, that was buried environmentally friendly." Paul looked over Olivia.

Michael raised his hand feeling completely lost, "So, what is the plan then Paul?" he walked into the other room looking from Terrence and Lincoln, it seemed his brother wasn't happy in the same room as the man he'd been framed for murdering.

Olivia kept sat on the bed, "so yeah, a plan, or are we just going to be staring at the ugly wall art."

Terrence kept looking at Lincoln, with a look in his eyes like he'd beat the system.
"We call the news... Get the story out, it'll make people scramble." Paul looked to Michael.

"Well Paul!" Olivia got up, she got into his face, "What are we going to do?" she asked, the fact she was shorter than him, it was hard to be intimating, when she was looking at his chest. "What are we doing?" she kept her intense stare.

Michael standing behind her, "Paul, cut the crap, tell us the plan..." he felt better that Olivia was being scary.

"We are going to lay low." He pointed to Michael. "And when the heat dies down."
Terrence was looking nervous. "We'll get ourselves to D.C where the right people are there…" he kept serious.

"D.C, a place crawling with Company agents..." Michael pointed out while trying to see the point.

Olivia inhaled, she kept glancing to Lincoln, his eyes kept focused on the back of Terrence's head, the fact she didn't want to know what he was thinking.

The fact Terrence kept looking at Lincoln made Lincoln stand up. Pulling the gun from his jeans waist bad, putting it close to Terrence's face.
"Hey! Burrows! Calm down!" Paul snapped seeing Lincoln glaring.
"This son of a Bitch watched Veronica die and didn't do anything! We can't prove it's actually him what's the point of him living!" He snapped.

Michael stepped closer to his brother, "Linc," he held his hands out, "We need to think this through," he kept looking from his brother to the man he didn't really car about.

Olivia kept looking from Lincoln to the gun; she didn't know Veronica, just the story of her, and it made her stomach sink as she walked to the bathroom closing the door behind her.

"She did nothing!" Lincoln yelled, he'd snapped, completely lost his mind for just a fraction of a minute.
"Lincoln!" Paul snapped darkly.

"Linc," Michael said while looking seriously at his brother, "If you kill him, he'll be a John Doe, he'll be useless to us then, but you need to give me the gun Linc, and think about your girl in that bathroom." Michael kept serious, "You want her to see more violence?"

Lincoln's fingers shook holding the gun, feeling himself trying to relax, putting the gun down; he stepped back, putting the gun back into his jeans.
Terrence felt scared.

Michael walked closer to Lincoln taking the gun out of his hand, he kept looking to his brother, "Just relax..." he said as calm as he could. "Go, and calm down." he kept trying to keep everything together.

Lincoln turned walking away, into another room, his hands over his head, trying to breath; things were getting too much for him. He just wanted to be with Olivia, his kid's and Michael in Panama.

Michael glanced from the bathroom, the phone; he walked over to it, picking it up. His fingers dialling a number, "Hello," he spoke into the phone, "Channel five news, this is Michael Scofield." he kept speaking clear, "I am at the cutback motel, and I am turning myself in..." he spoke clearly into the phone.

Paul looking out the window, turned seeing Lincoln in the smaller room, his arms crossed, eyes closed.
Paul knocked on the washroom door. "Olivia, you all right?" He asked carefully.
Listening to Michael on the phone.

Quickly wiping, her eyes, she sat up while looking to the mirror. "I'm fine," she said after a few seconds, "I just, think I need a minute Lincoln." she spoke quickly while brushing her eyes more.

Michael kept looking from Lincoln to Terrence, "when the news people get here, you're going to tell the truth, the whole truth."

Terrence looked panicked again, "No! No, they ... They can't find me! NO!" Terrence noticed the gun left unattended, he picked it up, pointing it at himself.
"Put it down, Terrence!" Paul said sharply, looking into the man's eyes, his hands shaking,
the police lights started flashing in the motel windows. "They can't find me!" Terrence put the gun into his mouth.
"NO!" Lincoln snapped, going for the gun but Terrence pulled the trigger, his brains splattering all up against the painting behind him.