Alex kept looking to the board, "Okay," he started while looking around everyone, "I want everywhere in Wisconsin to have a picture of Scofield, Burrows and Hart." he snapped, "I want them to not be able to sneeze and not be spotted by someone to turn them in..." he kept serious while looking to Nikole watching him.
Biting her thumbnail, softly, Nikole intently watched Alex as the other Agent's within the room did the same thing. "Alex." Mark caught his attention again, strolling into the office with the pin up map and board. "Charles 'Haywire' has killed a man in Wisconsin, just several hours ago." He was holding another file.
Alex kept looking to Wheeler for a few moment, "Like I was saying about Scofield, Burrows and Hart," he kept serious, mostly ignoring Wheeler, acting like he was a little Jack Russell puppy that was barking annoyingly.
"Madison, Wisconsin police department wants you there, like yesterday." Mark continued, ignoring the Agents that seemed to be watching a Tennis match, their heads to Alex when he spoke, to Mark when he spoke and back and forth.
"Well, then," Alex kept his tone serious, "you can go and get some officers down there," he felt like he was going to snap, if that was the case, Wheeler was going to need serious plastic surgery to fix his face back to normal.
"No, Alex." Mark's voice became dangerous. "I don't think you understand me. You're no longer in charge around here, you don't call the shots anymore."
Nikole looked from Mark to Alex and back again. A bad feeling was twisting in her stomach.
"I'm sorry," Alex felt taken back, "You must of been taking into my bad ear," he kept serious while looking over Wheeler. "When did you take over my manhunt?" his tone dry, it was husky in a if you say the same thing again, I'll make you regret the day you crossed me boy. Expression that made him want to beat him even more.
Feeling smug, Mark knew Internal Affairs was protecting his ass, "Since you couldn't do your job, since Internal Affairs is watching you like a hawk. That is when I took over your Manhunt." He glanced to Nikole who'd stood up, "Since your babysitter doesn't exist in F.B.I. database." He looked back to Alex.
Alex pushed him back, "I'm sorry, someone jealous that a woman is getting a better job done than you." he kept his voice that cold ice tone, his eyes kept watching Wheeler. "But the fact you went over my head, on my investigation!" his voice raised a little trying to stop himself from punching him face.
"See, Alex here the problem, you're still not getting it, it was your investigation." Mark watched Nikole who stood with them. "If you'll excuse me, I've got a head quarters to report." Mark sniped at Alex, turning around leaving the office.
Olivia kept looking to the train tracks, "So, let me guess." She kept playing with a sweater that she found; she pulled the hood up, happy that Michael had ditched the ugly brown pants, but wearing jeans. "When Sara gets here, we're going to ask her what we want?"
Michael nodded, "About right," he side glanced to where Paul was, since the hospital he was acting weirder than normal.
"That's if she shows up here, hell she could be leading us right into a Fed trap." He kept glancing around paranoid, looking for Nikole or Mahone to appear.
"You are very... Encouraging." Paul looked over Lincoln.
"Yet no one had mentioned about lunch," Olivia kept calm, "I mean, the one thing I really miss, three meals a day, crappy as prison food was, it was food." she kept pulling the hood over her face, on the front was a logo for a band she didn't know, but must be good, cos it was called Good Charlotte.
Michael sighed, "She'll be here," he turned to Lincoln, and then back to Olivia, "and we'll get food when we can." he stated.
"Thanks," Olivia snatched the money rushing off to the machines.
Michael kept looking to Paul, "well, I think it's best me and Linc talk to Sara first," he was serious, "I know she'll open up to me, and me alone." he felt his eyes watching the train approach.
Olivia was standing by the machine pushing the bill in, but it spat it back out. "Fucking fucker!" she snapped trying to push the bill back in.
A girl stood beside her, "Hey," her voice calm, "Erm, there is a trick to these things." she whispered.
"Really..." she asked while watching the girls eyes, the girl looking back.
"Yeah, really," she smiled, "do you mind?" she asked pointing to the money. Olivia let the girl take it, the girls green eyes scanning over the note, she lifted her knee up brushing it over the martial, "A trick that never failed me," she pushed the note into the machine, finally the machine took it.
Olivia smiled, "Why, thank you?" she paused not knowing who the girl was.
"Layla..." she smiled lightly, "and you're welcome," she nodded before walking away.
Lincoln had stepped away, toward the vending machine. Looking at Olivia and the different selections. "What the fuck, when did Doritos make a Guacamole flavour?" His look on his face was disgruntled.
"Yeah well," Olivia rested into Lincoln's body behind her, she kept looking to the machine. "So much to choose." she whispered while glancing behind to Michael with Sara, "Oh, snickers..." she pressed the button, "I've not had one, in forever, and I am having such a big chocolate craving." she added while looking to the bar falling into the collection place.
"Snickers." Lincoln snickered, mocking the chocolate bar. "Well." He brushed his hands up her arms. He looked around the station. Before kissing the side of her cheek. "You don't think you'll get Train sick, do you?" He asked concerned.
Olivia turned around to look over Lincoln, "I might just sleep the journey," she finally laughed, "Just get some things, I'll go see Michael and Sara."
Turning away from Lincoln was walked over to Sara talking to Michael, her eyes going over Olivia, "so you're with Linc?" she asked softly.
"Well, yeah, and you're helping save his name," she pointed out with a look on her face that didn't trust her.
Sara nodded, "Michael was telling me, that you're going to help," she kept looking around, her eyes falling on Paul. "Him..." she pointed, "Him, he, Michael, it was him..." she pointed out with shaking hands.
Michael quickly snapped, he was walking towards Paul; he had Sara and Olivia behind him.
"Finally, are we read to go?" Paul wearing sunglasses again, saw Michael heading toward him, Sara and Olivia behind him. Lincoln was watching from a distance.
Michael was quick to grab Paul pushing him against a wall; he held his hand tight around Paul's neck. "How long can you hold your breath?" he snapped holding his hands tighter, felt anger in his eyes glaring at Paul.
Olivia kept beside Sara who looked worried, "Michael," her voice soft touching his arms.
"Michael, let him go!" Olivia snapped trying to get the attention off them.
"Second time in two days, Doctor Wilson, what do I owe this pleasure?" A C.O. opened the main prison gate, allowing Alex and her inside.
"Oh you know, Forbes." Nikole smiled softly, "I just can't stay away from you." She whispered with a wink making him laugh. "Bellick's in interview room three." He pointed out.
"Thanks." Nikole smiled before looking back at Alex.
Alex kept focused on his idea, he kept close to Nikole, "So we need to get ourselves some time," he walked into the room looking to Nikole opening the door for her letting her go into the door first.
"Thank you." Nikole stepped into the room, seeing Brad sitting there looking moody.
"Really enjoyed AdSeg last night, Nikole!" He snapped, his other eye was black now.
Alex kept looking to Bellick, "Well, the D.O.C are a little more strict on things," he kept trying to look over him, "Also, that new Warden, he's a right hard ass." he folded his arms sitting in front of Bellick now.
"Yeah, well if you've come back to ask for my help again, you can turn right around and leave." He looked between Alex and Nikole.
Alex nodded, "but then I have something better to offer you." he kept smooth, "I mean, I have to admire how you successfully tracked down Bagwell," he kept his face calm.
Brad smirked to himself. "I'm not gonna lie, it's kinda sad when... An EX-Corrections Officers can hunt down an escaped inmate better then the F.B.I." He looked smug.
"Bout this close." Nikole made a very small gap with her thumb and index finger, "From losing the offer Alex has for you." Nikole looked blankly at Brad.
Alex leant forward while looking into Bellick's eyes, "Well, how can I put it Bellick?" his voice serious, "I have an offer that you will be a fool to refuse."
"What kind of offer?" Brad tilted his head, his good eye looking over Alex; he thought the man was a little crazy.
Alex kept watching, "I know what kind of man you are Brad," he started, "the man who will do what he needs to do to get your man, and you'll be the Junk Yard Dog, that knows how to get a con..." he kept serious, "will you by my Dog Brad?"
Thinking about it, it kind of sounded sexual, but Brad kept looking over Alex, to Nikole who didn't say a word and back to Alex. "Woof, woof." He said.
Olivia kept looking to Michael and Sara on the other side of the train, she see Paul sitting alone, her eyes going to Lincoln who was sleeping, she rested her head against him closing her eyes lightly.
"Can you get me some water?" Sara asked Michael keeping her voice low.
Michael kept smiling, "I think they had some in the bathroom," he kept still standing up walking away from Sara.
Sara was quick to see Paul relaxed, Lincoln and Olivia sleeping, she quickly got up walking behind him.
"It's nothing personal Sara," Paul muttered before feeling the string around his neck.
Paul was quick to stand, feeling something around his neck, "Hey!" He felt whatever it was getting tighter around his neck.
His hands moving against what felt like a string. The loud noise made Lincoln wake up. "What the..." He stared seeing Sara behind Paul using her green hood sting to choke him. Paul dropped, pushing Sara back the string free from his neck as he inhaled for a breath. "You only get one of those!"
Sara glared while feeling Olivia now behind her holding her back, "It's nothing personal Paul!" she snapped trying to get out of Olivia's grip, she caught Olivia's nose with her elbow.
"God damn it!" she snapped looking to the conductor getting close, "Guys down!" she got onto the floor still holding her nose.
Paul was keeping still, looking at the Conductor walking down the other cars aisle. Seeing Lincoln, Sara and Olivia on the floor.
Rubbing his throat, he gave a nod and the Conductor seemed to understand after peering around the cart, which looked empty.
Olivia got to her feet again, she glanced over to Sara, her fist quickly hitting her in the face, "You need to calm the fuck down!" she snapped before walking away.
Michael kept still, he saw what happened, Sara rushing passed him to the restrooms, her hand was holding her face, "your friend is a bitch!" she muttered to Michael.
"Olivia," Michael snapped, "What was that for?" he asked trying to keep calm.
Olivia pointed to her nose, "Your junkie girl, needs to watch herself, and not try and be on a revenge kick with Lincoln's life on the line, that's what!"
"Control your Ginger." Lincoln said sharply, looking over Olivia. "It doesn't look broken." He kept looking over her nose.
Michael sighed, "What ever," he walked off after Sara; he didn't want her being upset all the way to Chicago.
Olivia blinked a few tears, "yeah, I know, but still," she kept looking over Lincoln, "Can't wait until it's just you, me, Elle and L.J, all I keep thinking of..."
"That's good." Lincoln brought his arms around her, holding her close against him, kissing the side of her head. "Because that's what's keeping me going right now."
Alex kept looking to Nikole while they drove towards the station trying to take his time. "I am not happy about Wheeler taking over." he pointed out with a need to keep both hands on the wheel.
"I can tell and, you need to calm down before you give yourself a brain aneurysm." She said seriously, watching him.
"How could he," Alex kept focused on the wheel, "I mean, I didn't see it coming." he finished while keeping both eyes on the road, he had gotten the call from Bellick, Haywire, they were going to have to do, he couldn't face it.
"Did I not tell you at the starting of this, Mark Wheeler would end up stabbing you in the back?" She brushed her hands into her hair, letting out a deep breath.
"No," Alex kept focused on the driving, the need to keep everything, "I am pretty sure, this is how everything goes down hill..." he pointed out with a serious grin.
"Not gonna lie Honey," Nikole looked over him, she couldn't believe she use just used Honey referring to him, but she was Southern! It could pass. "But I'm pretty sure everythin' was always going down hill, we've just gotten to the middle and realized we've gotta jump a cliff to make it to the other side."
"Well the cliff is really high, and the other side is miles away." he felt himself trying to control himself, "But we've got to figure out how we're going to make a big leap of faith."
"Carefully and logically." Nikole bit her lip, her fingers tapping against her knee, looking out the windshield to the clouds blocking the sun. "Or... Reckless and stupid, S'only two ways."
"Well," Alex side glanced to her, "Are we keeping the Company's order," feeling careful, "But it means," he thought about the man they were driving to, "How we going to do this?"
Shaking her head, Nikole didn't look happy about it. Biting her index finger, trying to think. "I..." She tried to think about it, "Brad say he was on top of a grain tower? What if, you don't have too... What if he, goes on his own?"
"Nikole," he looked into her eyes, he parked the car, "I can't do it," he inhaled rubbing his temples, "If I asked you, asked you if you can." he broke into a moment of silence. "Nikole, I just feel like I'm not the man I was meant to be."
Nikole inhaled and exhaled slowly, looking to the silo where Haywire stood at the top, a crowd had gathered around the bottom. "Alex." Her hand touched his shoulder, "If you, want me too. I will." Her voice was low.
Alex lifted his head up, for a second Nikole seeing the vulnerable side of Alexander Mahone, the man who couldn't take it anymore. His eyes focused on Nikole's. "I just wish for once, just once..."
"Shh, shh." Nikole stared back at him. Biting her lip for a minute. Staring into his eyes, Nikole held her hand out, "Gimme your gun." She didn't have one anymore, since it was lost in the tunnels in New Mexico. "It'll be okay." She nodded slowly.
Alex took the gun from his holster, "I am," he kept looking into her eyes, moving carefully on the seat, he touched her cheek, "I am sorry." he kissed her lightly.
Nikole returned his kiss softly, for just a second before pulling away. Her fingers brushed into his hair for just a fraction of that second. Before looking at the gun in her hand.
She silently left the car, the crowd was rather large, Brad standing at the front of it. "F.B.I. Pardon me." Nikole squeezed through the crowd.
Haywire was holding onto the railing at the top of the Silo, watching as Nikole made the great climb up the rusting ladder on the side of it. "Charles." She said seeing him, finally at the top, bushing the rust onto her dress pants from her hands.
Haywire stared, he blinked, "D-Doctor Wilson?" He didn't believe he was seeing her. "That's right, it's me." She kept looking forward at me, not down.
"What are you doing here? Are you coming to Holland with me?" He glanced down seeing the people watching, it made him nervous.
"You're going to Holland?" Nikole asked him, biting her lip, unsure of how to do this.
Nodding Haywire reached into his pocket, it made Nikole start reaching for the gun in her pocket.
Haywire pulled out a folded picture, unfolding it like a child on Christmas. "See! Holland!" Haywire pointed to the picture with the windmill.
Nikole smiled softly, "It's beautiful Charles, really beautiful." She felt so nervous.
"You can come with me, if you want too! My raft could fit us, both!" He smiled, he remembered her in his hazy memory, how she'd give him Tropical lollipops when she'd visit.
"I'd like to Charles, but - I don't think, do you remember what you did?" She wasn't a negotiator, she was a Doctor. She felt the breeze blowing into her hair, holding onto the railing.
Charles stared; he looked away from her, holding his picture close to his chest. "They... They hurt her, like my parents hurt me." He looked up sadness in his eyes.
"I know Charles but, the law - they wont let you go to Holland." She whispered stepping closer to him. Watching his eyes enlarge. "But, my raft..." He looked off toward where his Raft was in the water. "I need to go to Holland!" Charles nodded seriously.
"But the police, they wont let you. Charles they'll put you back in Fox River." Nikole watched him twitch. "No! No! They won't! They can't!" He looked to the ground below.
"They can't if you wont let them..." Nikole couldn't believe she was doing this, but she kept thinking about Alex. "I could get to Holland." Charles looked over the railing again.
"You could..." Nikole nodded. "If you wanted to." She watched him, all ready climbing over the railing. "I'm going to Holland, Doctor Wilson! Holland!" He looked back at her, before he pushed himself off the rail, free falling, the picture in his hand floating beside him.
Nikole turned her head, looking around and wincing when she head the thud to the ground below, peoples gasps.
