Alex sat on the floor of his home office, he kept looking up the calendar, every day of the month starting from seventeenth of June had an event on it, something to show what the escapees have been doing, but the last week from twenty sixth of June until second of July were blank, it was like the brothers had disappeared from the map.

Getting to his feet Alex glanced over the print outs, all of Michael's tattoos, his eyes kept focused, somewhere in here, the answer was screaming at him.

Nikole came to lean against the offices doorframe, silently watching Alex sitting on the floor, his back to her as he stared at everything pinned up on the wall.
It made her worried, biting her lip for a minute before letting it go, "Alex...?" She tried to catch his attention. "Any progress?" She asked carefully, her voice soft.

Turning to face her, Alex kept calm for a few seconds, it was only Nikole. "Yes," he pointed over to the Tattoos pictures. "I remember, we go these from the hard drive, I noticed this..." he pointed to the symbol in the corner, "I didn't notice it, but first I thought pie, but then, I see each tattoo, another symbol, and I'm thinking, that isn't pie, it's Alpha, like the Greek Alphabet."

Watching the different pictures of the tattoos as Alex kept pointing to different ones.
Nikole clearly would remember having mentioned this to him at the start of the manhunt. "Alex." She said seeing him carrying on, kind of talking more to himself. Staring from the pictures and back to Nikole and to the pictures.
"Alex." She said again a little more attention grabbing.

"What!" he snapped out of his rant, his eyes looking to Nikole's while she looked frustrated, he thought she was sexy when her face was set in its serious expression, he kept watching the blue of her eyes focused on him.

"I told you this." She pointed to the tiny Greek Alphabet on the pictures of the tattoos. "At the start of the Manhunt!" She sighed, looking really frustrated. Crossing her arms over her chest, tightly.

A brief second Alex was still, he looked over Nikole again, "Oh," was all he could muster up, he brushed a hand against her cheek looking into her eyes, "That was when you was a bitch up in my business," he paused, "and I am sorry," he brushed his lips against hers carefully, "but I've been figuring we need to find the omega..."

Nikole's lips tingling for a minute she felt lost, doing from a frustrated person to a calmer person. Looking over the different pictures, biting her lower lip in the corner.
Before nodding. "This one, Jesus Christ in a rose..." She tilted her head. "Omega ... Also with 617?" She looked from the picture to him.

Alex glanced over the picture, for a second trying to be in the head of Michael Scofield, he kept scanning it over with his eyes before looking back to Nikole. "This is the last step of the plan, and we're going to finally find him!"

"Alex, isn't ... Scofield's mothers name, Christina Rose?" She raised her eyebrow, looking to Michael's file on his desk. Looking back to the picture, before picking up the file, flipping to his personal information. "Yeah, Christina Rose..." She looked up at him.

Alex kept focused on Nikole, "I just means we've got to go the office." he thought about the place of work, the place he'd been avoiding for the passed week, but knew that he'd have to go in at some point.

Olivia kept looking to outside world, sitting on a bus, near a window with Lincoln by her side. Her eyes kept focused on all the bright colours, the clear sky, the feeling of the road under the bus rough, her eyes couldn't take it all in, but trying to remember this was the plan all along. "It's all bright..." she smiled while touching the glass with the palm of her hand pushing aside the sick tired feeling, hating that she didn't know for a hundred percent sure of her being pregnant or not.

Lincoln was sitting on the aisle of the bus seat, looking to Olivia looking out the window, seeing the blue waters of a Panama Canal across the wooden area, but the dirt road was bumpy. "What's that smell...?" Lincoln asked inhaled from his nose.

"Sugar and Bananas," Michael said in a dry tone, "Panama's biggest exports." he kept focused forward, all he had was the plan now, no Nikole, no Sara, just a plan to give his brother and best friend a life free from death row. He brushed his hands down his thighs.

Olivia stopped looking at the trees, her eyes to Michael, "Cheer up, this was your plan after all, we're here." she kept trying to make him smile.

Lincoln looking over to Michael too, nodded. "Yeah, Michael this was your whole plan... Cheer up." He thought about Sara not being around, the smell of dirty Vagina no longer lingering in the air.

Michael kept looking to Olivia behind him, Lincoln was alive, it was his plan. "I just feel like," he kept trying to think of the right words.

"Michael," Olivia kept her tone soothing, "Sara did what she did, to save you." her eyes focused on him.

Michael kept watching her, "She didn't have to do that, I keep fucking her life up."

Lincoln tried not to look annoyed, tried not to sound annoyed. "Michael, I get it, I get that you feel like that. But Sara never did anything she didn't want to do... She didn't have to leave the door open, she didn't have to meet you in Gila, she didn't have to find you again in Chicago." Lincoln pointed out all the times Sara came back.

Olivia kept looking out the window now, "Michael, you don't have to fix every ones problems," her voice was low while playing with her hair, "She's a grown Woman, she knew what she was getting into."

"Well, I didn't have to save you Livia, but I did!" Michael didn't mean to snap, but his eyes kept focused forward now, "So, stop acting like Sara doesn't matter, when you're obviously jealous of her."

"What does Olivia have to be jealous about? It's Sara for fuck sakes, Michael!" Lincoln snapped back at his little brother. "Don't get snappy with her, just because you messed up your chances with Sara." He crossed his arms.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Lovely," she rested her forehead against the glass closing her eyes, "I need a pharmacy..." she sighed lightly.

Michael quickly looked back to her, "Why?" he kept focused on her, ignoring Lincoln. "What you need a pharmacy for?"

"Aspirin, being with you, it's going to give me a dead set head ache." she closed her eyes ignoring the feeling spreading through her body.

Lincoln became silent, moving with the bumps in the road, the mood had kind of changed. He kept biting his lip. The smell of Sugar cane and Banana's was in the air.
"This is my first Bus ride since Fox River." His voice was more to himself.

Alex looking around the office, he kept feeling like someone was missing. "Okay, so I want to see anything going back to Panama with Christina Rose, if you find them I want them called in for questioning." he kept looking to the paperwork on his desk, the fact was clear, they were going to find all the escapees.

Nikole's eyebrows pulled together, looking at Alex questioningly. "Not really clear with law enforcement and laws but... International Laws won't allow that, will they?" She asked him.

Lang walked into the office, "She's got a point Alex, I don't think we can just arrest a foreign citizen without any..." her voice cool.

"Patriot Act, Agent Lang. I could arrest your grandmother for missing a stitch in her macramé if I wanted to." his voice smooth while looking over to Nikole. "Has anyone seen Agent Wheeler?"

Lang shrugged, "No, I've not seen him," her voice light trying to work out what was wrong with Alex. Nikole's phone now started to ring loudly.

Reaching into her pocket, Nikole looked as the 'Restricted' Caller ID, making an unsure face, she glanced from Alex to Lang and back to her phone. Flipping it open and pressing talk she brought the cell phone to her ear. "Wilson." She said into the receiver.

"Nikole," Bill Kim's voice was that cool collected calm that he was known to use when he was on the verge of a break down. "Benjamin Franklin is alive..." he kept his tone bitter now.

Nikole's eyes went wide for a minute, looking at Alex, before turning her back to Lang and him. "What? No... That's impossible." She snapped her fingers like she had something urgent to tell the other parties in the room.

"Good to know you're on top of things." Bill Kim hissed, "you was meant be keeping Alex on a short leash," he kept his hand on the phone, "I am sure you know what I am capable of doing to Alex if you don't get this sorted Nikole!"

Feeling her heart sinking and her stomach twisting into tight knots. Nikole swallowed roughly. "I.." She tried not to stammer on her words, glancing up at the office wall. "I'll sort it out, don't worry... Just don't..." She trailed off, biting her lip. "I'll sort it." She said again.

"Just what I thought you said," He hung the phone up looking to the boat floating in the middle of a lake.

Kevin looked to Bill Kim, "He will see you now." he watched him carefully.

Alex glanced over to Nikole her face looked paler than normal, "Are you okay?"

Unable to focus on anything for a moment, Nikole stared off into the blurry distance as she brought her cell phone away from her ear, her index finger snapping it shut carefully.
"What?" She finally clued in Alex had said something, focusing now. She looked at her, seeing him in front of her.
Remembering what Bill Kim had just said to her, made her want to get sick. "Franklin's still alive." She stared at him, seriously. Feeling her cheeks getting warm. Not feeling very well anymore.

That's impossible. They would need permission from my office.

Nikole snapped herself out of whatever she was in. Grabbing her bag that doubled as her purse pulling it over her shoulder. Looking back to Alex. "Yeah, purse. Got it lets go." She nodded.

Alex walked into the parking Garage, he looked to Nikole getting into the front seat, he could feel something in the air, looking around seeing his car pulling into the parking garage. "I've got to take care of some un finished business." he kissed her carefully walking over to the car.

"Mark," Alex's voice was creepy while looking over the man he used to dislike, but now completely hate. "In old England, the punishment for a traitorous act was beheading. Following the execution they would hold the head up by the hair not, as most people think, for the crowd to see the head, but for the head to see the crowd because consciousness sticks around for another eight seconds. The idea was that it would give the traitor one more chance to take a look at... "

"You don't want to do this, okay? Just take a moment... " Mark kept looking to Alex closer to him, he felt like the man was going to kill him.

"If you're going to stab me in the back, Agent Wheeler, be smart enough to cover up the knife!" he muttered low, his eyes fixed on the man. "Or maybe you wanted me to know it was you..."

Mark kept looking over Alex, feeling nervous, he kept glancing around the dark parking garage wishing someone would walk by, so Mark could run off. He swallowed roughly. "Yeah? What- What about you and your crimes Alex? Most recently the deaths; Oscar Shales, David Apolskis, and John Abruzzi." His voice trying to be rough and manly but it sounded like a squeak.

Alex inhaled, "Well, I guess you're going to tell everyone." he kept still closer to the man.

"You can erase me too, but it's not going to erase the very real fact that you're going to spend the rest of your life in prison." his voice scared, for a moment, the man scary close to him.

"You remind me of myself when I was a young agent." he kept his tone serious.

Mark inhaled, "What? I wish I could take that as a compliment! " he kept looking to Alex, "Let me take you in. Whatever mess you're in, we can clean it up."

Alex tapped the back of his head, "There's only one way out of this." he stepped back, "you really do remind me of me..." he spoke calm, "Just don't let anyone scare you into doing the wrong thing..." he turned walking away to his car opening it up getting into the driver's seat starting it up.

Getting off the bus behind Olivia and Michael in Cristobal. Lincoln looked up and around, a small store in front of them. The tall palm trees were swaying in the wind, the sounds of distant waves were crashing against the sand. "This the right place?" Lincoln asked as they all headed up the stores wooden steps.

Michael nodded, "this is it," he stepped into the store looking around, "Hola," he walked over the counter to the woman behind it smiling to him.

"You are late," the old woman said while looking over to Michael.

Olivia standing outside while Lincoln and Michael stood inside, she was feeling the heat, her hand brushing over her forehead, feeling the sweat, trying to ignore the sickness, that she was starting to notice was in fact just like her morning sickness twelve years ago.

Lincoln was looking over the different hand-made crafts in the store, listening to Michael speaking with the lady who apparently ran the store.
He looked outside the window, seeing Olivia standing outside in the heat.
The heat Lincoln hadn't noticed until thinking about it.
Touching his forehead he rubbed the sweat away.
He felt like something wasn't right, he couldn't place it and he didn't have enough alone time to ask Olivia what was wrong.
He didn't want to bring anything up in front of his brother because he didn't want to involve Michael with anything else. But Lincoln felt a twisting in his stomach, so deep in thought, he barely heard Michael talking on the phone saying "International assistance, please." Lincoln's mind auto-shifted itself; he moved his hang to press the receiver, disconnecting Michael's call. "Making a call like that is dangerous..." His voice was rough.

Michael looked to Lincoln, "What ever Lincoln," he walked out of the store with the information he needed he looked to Olivia unbuttoning her shirt tying it up carefully exposing her stomach, she had turned her jeans into shorts. "Creative..." he muttered.

Olivia waved a Swiss army knife, "Well, what I can do." she watched Michael walking a head of them. "What's gotten up his ass?" she asked Lincoln carefully.

Lincoln walked down the store steps. "He's still in despair at the loss of Sara." His voice was dark, glaring daggers at the back of his brothers head. They were heading down a beaten walking path.

"Oh," Olivia brushed her hands into her pockets keeping up with Lincoln, Michael walking a head of them. "You know, for what it's worth, no one forced Sara to do what she did." she felt horrible now.

Michael exhaled, "What ever helps you sleep at night," he didn't look back feeling tired with everything.

"She's right, Michael!" Lincoln was on his brother's heels. They were walking down a slight decline. "You fucking have to get over it, yeah okay you're upset. But stop being a fucking, depressive PSMing girl!" He snapped.

"It's not that simple." Michael turned and his eyes finding Olivia and Lincoln, both standing close to each other.

Olivia kept smiling, but felt horrible, "Whatever gets you through the night, buddy." she said sarcastically.

Michael felt his hands tense, his eyes narrowed, "You know what amazes me Linc? Nothing ever registers with you. Ever. It just rolls right off your back, doesn't it? We ruined Sara's life and it's like you don't even care." he kept looking to Lincoln, "Not like you care Olivia, you just care about how many times you can fuck my brother..." he laughed, "Yeah Linc, you get laid."

Lincoln stepped forward, his hands retracting from his body. Pushing Michael back roughly as hard as Lincoln could. "Shut up!" He snapped at him, his tone dangerous, his eyes narrowing in rage. "Sara made a choice Michael!"

"We're here and Sara's back there in prison. Does that seem fair to you?" he kept serious, "Olivia, come on." he now kept looking over her face.

Olivia now stared at her feet, "None of it is fair. Just don't make this about boy loses girl." her eyes kept looking to Michael, her hand over her stomach.

"Who should it be about Livia? Westmoreland? Tweener? LJ?" Michael kept focused on her eyes.

" Let me stop you right there!" Lincoln held a hand up; he stood in front of Olivia carefully.

Michael didn't stop, he kept on his case, "Do you remember the name of the guard that was murdered because of the riot I started?" he looked up to his brother, his eyes going to Olivia now.

Lincoln hissed, "Shut up Michael, please" he now pointed into his face, but he was seriously pissed off.

Michael didn't move or flinch, "You don't remember his name?" he kept looking over Olivia, "I bet you remember Veronica's name, don't you?"

Olivia was frozen, her eyes wide looking from Lincoln to Michael feeling the sinking feeling in her stomach trying to ignore it.

"You mention her name again and I swear to God!" Lincoln snapped pissed off, he pointed into his face.

"What about T-bag? Linc, he's out there, now! Because of us! You and me! Every life he takes, that's blood on our hands. And for what?" Michael said watching Lincoln.

Olivia now kept looking over Lincoln stepped back from them; she kept trying to focused on everything. "How..."

"Maybe you should've have broken me out at all then!" Lincoln growled at Michael,
Pretty much ignoring Olivia right now.

Olivia kept stepping away from Lincoln feeling worse, her eyes going over Michael while he kept looking to his brother. "They were going to kill you Linc." he sounded so weak upset with how his brother was acting now.

His chest and rising and falling quickly, he'd gotten himself into a state and he wasn't able to get himself out of it. "Maybe you should've let them!" He yelled, his voice echoing across the trees.

Michael kept staring blank at Lincoln, "you take that back!" he pushed his brother into the trees, both of them tumbling over and down a small hill, Michael kept hitting his brother feeling pissed off that everything was going wrong, he got to his feet glaring.

Olivia kept standing at the top of the hill; she quietly walked down looking from Michael and Lincoln. "You're both assholes!" she snapped. "I mean, seriously, we're alive, we're not dead, we're here, and we're meant to be getting ourselves a life!" she kept her face focused. "Michael, Sara did what she did, if she ran to you, then we'd all be in Prison, me and Lincoln back on death Row, you'll be lucky to ever see the free world again, so you two going to bitch about things that have happened..." she rolled her eyes, "you know what, screw you, screw you both!" she pushed them both walking towards the sea trying to not cry.

"Wonderful, perfect, just lovely..." Lincoln said sarcastically feeling himself looking at Olivia getting closer to the waves, the ocean. Biting his lip. He could feel his body sting in places Michael had hit him.
He looked to Michael, fixing his shirt that was covered in grass stains and dirt now. "Sorry." His muttered.

Michael kept looking over Lincoln, to the back of Olivia's head. "She made a good point," he kept looking over Lincoln, his hands in his pockets, "when did things become so complicated." he kept looking from Olivia and back to his brother.

"Pretty much always, just being an escaped convict on the run - kinda makes it a lot more complicated." Lincoln ran his fingers over his forehead.

Michael nodded, "We better make a move," he inhaled, "Boat's just over there," he pointed quickly. "Livia," he called her, seeing her standing with her feet in the sand.

Olivia kept looking out to the sea, so peaceful, the waves softly brushing against her feet, she'd taken the shoes off. Her eyes kept looking to the waves, her free hand touching her stomach feeling worse, she couldn't tell him, not now, the way she was feeling made her stomach churn.

The three of them, walking down the white sand, the waves barely brushing against their feet. The Christina Rose was docked on a portable wharf. "The Christina Rose..." Lincoln stopped in front of it, looking the new boat over.

"How original," Olivia kept looking to the boat, Michael getting on it, she felt him staring at her.

Michael ignored Olivia's mood, "Well, It's special to us," he was lighthearted unlocking something, he glanced to Lincoln. "We've got all we need to disappear."

Lincoln was looking around the upper deck on the boat, feeling it rocking against the waves. "It's perfect." He said simply. Poking his head down the steps. Looking below deck.

For a few second Michael picked up a hand held computer, he glanced over the screen. "There is message from Sucre," he said lightly. "It says, 'The Bag has got the Bag, meet me at the hotel Fin Del Camino. Meet me if you want to help put the bird back into the cage..." he said while looking up to Lincoln.

Lincoln sighed, holding onto the railing on the boat, looking at Michael who was sitting toward the sunlight, squinting his eyes. "Who cares about the money anymore. We got all of this, why prolong this?"

Michael nodded, "you're right," he inhaled, "There is some booze in there," Michael pointed to Lincoln; he waited till he couldn't see his brother any more.

"Where are you going Michael?" Olivia asked while looking to Lincoln, "I mean..."

Michael glanced to Olivia, "I'm sorry Livia, I can't, just let him walk away from this." he then started to run off.

"Hey what am I meant to tell Lincoln!" she waved looking scared.

Michael turned around, "I don't know, think of something smart, tell him I said it." he kept rushing away.

Lincoln was looking around below deck, checking things out again, before opening the fridge, taking some beers off it. He headed back up deck. Looking around, seeing only Olivia. "Where'd Michael go?" He asked bluntly putting the bottles down on a seat.

"Well since you asked me so nicely," she got up heading off the boat, "He's gone lone ranger on your ass," she kept a serious face now, "He's gone after Bagwell, and I am going to find myself something better to wear," she waved some money she found on the boat.

"What?" Lincoln looked around the beach, no Michael in sight. "You can't leave too!" He didn't trust Panama.

Olivia kept walking backward, "No, I think that I'd rather be on my own, cos I know when I'm alone, I don't have to be thinking about who I am replacing." she waved a hand, "you're a total dick!" she turned away from him going the direction Michael headed.

Lincoln standing still on the boat, which was still rocking against the dock with the waves, staring at Olivia walking away from him. "Olivia!" He said trying to get her attention, but she seemed to ignore his attempts. "Fuck." He sat down on the boat, looking off into the horizon line. "Damn it Lincoln, you royally fucked yourself." He grabbed a beer, cracking it open.