Olivia flushed again, one, being pregnant was a bitch, two, Gretchen, felt weird, but not Susan B Anthony. Olivia pulled herself to her feet while quickly rinsing her mouth out, she walked into the room seeing Lincoln and Fernando talking about the plan on getting Gretchen out of the picture. "So you are going to plant a bomb, in her car?" she asked while looking from Fernando to Lincoln, sitting on the bed holding a bottle of water, "What about Nikole?"

"What about Nikole? We've gotta get rid of her too, the only problem is." Lincoln paused, looking from his standing position by the window to Olivia casually. "Nikole knows a lot more then Gretchen does. From our side at least."
"I never expected Nikki to be trouble." Fernando pointed out, sitting down on a chair, watching Olivia, wondering how the hell Lincoln hadn't picked up that she was pregnant.
"You expected wrong, she's turned into a Crazy Southern Bitch, out to cause us trouble, look I know she was your friend Olivia... But." He kind of gave her the look.

"Not now," Olivia held a hand up, "Right now, I am sick and tired of not knowing who to trust." she rubbed her forehead, "I just," she glanced to the bottle of water, "Well, Nando, you need to meet with Gretchen, Linc, I'll be with you, when you, well..." she didn't want to say the word, but got to her feet rubbing her stomach, "after that I need some food, hopefully real food."

"No, not McDonald's." Fernando looked to the many brown McDonald's bags in the trash bin inside the hotel.
"Come on, lets do this quick and I'll get us proper lunch," Lincoln had nodded, putting his arm around Olivia's back casually.

Looking to the car, Olivia glanced to Lincoln, "You know, we've at some point, gotta get our own ride, or well, say we've official stole this one." placing her hands over her stomach, Olivia kept thinking about the prison, how Michael was working a new plan, but part of her kept thinking if it will work out.

"I'd say we've officially stolen this one, 'Livia." Lincoln pointed out opening the passenger door of the convertible for her.

"Thank you," Olivia lightly kissed his cheek getting into the car, she glanced around looking to the back seat, then to the driver side, "so where are we driving to first?"

"Just a little place down town, about that thing." Lincoln didn't want to say the word bomb out loud in the streets of Panama just in case it backfired on him.

"So, down town, nice lunch, cos I can't handle one more Big Mac, it's giving me head aches, and puking more than I need to puke already..." she glanced over to Lincoln hoping he was picking up on the little hints she was dropping.

"Might be the fact it's McDonald's in South America." Lincoln pointed out while, driving down the streets. Before glancing to Olivia, he wasn't getting the hints.

Gretchen kept looking to the drink in front of her, she glanced over to where Fernando had left, she sipped her drink, her eyes watching Nikole slowly going her, she glanced over the other woman, "Let me guess, they not taking your calls?"

"No." Nikole looked annoyed playing with the straw of her iced tea, before looking at Gretchen, "but I don't think they got the message I'm in on this."

Swapping her legs over, Gretchen focused, "what have I told you about this situation," her eyes focused, "Make them see you're not to be taken lightly." she waved a hand, "Linc double crossed me, he found a head in a box..." she nodded, "Find your means of getting the message a crossed."

Nikole sipped her iced tea, before turning her head looking at Gretchen. "Any ideas that don't involve body parts in boxes? That seems to be your trade mark."

"Well, where is the fun if I tell you?" Gretchen sipped the cocktail, "You'll think of a way to get your way..." Her hand played with her glass while smiling bright.

Half rolling her eyes, Nikole smirked. "My imagination is just running wild." She glanced to her watch.

Gretchen got to her feet, "Well if you don't mind me, I have some money tracking to do," she sighed, "Men are so predictable..."

"Aren't they just? Especially ones with kids on the way." She thought about Fernando, before finishing her iced tea.

"Do we have to?" Olivia kept looking to Lincoln while driving. "I mean, she smells like, really, bad cabbage and don't get me started of south of her boarder..."

Lincoln kept a serious face, looking from the road to Olivia for a glance, "I'm sorry. But yes, yes we do..." He laughed. "Cabbage."

Olivia folded her arms, "Can I ask something," She looked over Lincoln while they kept driving, "I can be mean to her?"

Lincoln kept laughing, clearing his throat, trying to look boss. "I... Yes, but don't tell her I said you could." He pointed at her before laughing again. "Why don't you like her? Besides the fact she smells."

Olivia glanced over Lincoln's face, "She keeps looking at your groan like you're hiding a super sour suck a pop," her voice dropped, "and she really wants to suck on it." her eyes now looking to the road. "It's mine."

"It's yours. All this time, I thought it was ... Mine?" Lincoln said before pouting looking at Olivia, before smiling.

"Well you're lucky, a girl in Cherry Hill, she used to band girls thighs with her prison name..." Olivia shuddered, "I won't brand my name on your penis." she smiled with a thought, "I'll just tattoo it..."

"That sounds like a fair trade." Lincoln nodded while smiling. "As long as I get to tattoo my name to your tits." He pointed out seriously.

"Yeah... No," Olivia shook her head, "I am not getting inked," she pointed out, "So, you're going to have to put a passed on that." She now glanced down her chest, "Sorry love."

"But..." Lincoln looked saddened. "Can I at least grab them when other men look and say they are mine?" He joked laughing.

"Trust me, in a few months, people are going to know I'm yours," Olivia seeing Sofia at the side of the road near a market place, "I really don't see grabbing my boob any help, big change I'll just feel weird."

"Sorry." Lincoln pulled over, stopping the convertible. Sofia kept looking over Olivia with a worried expression like she would have her head bitten off. Sofia walked closer. "Hi." She said to both of them.
She'd Febreezed her crotch this morning.

"Afternoon," Olivia glanced to Sofia; she brushed her hands into her hair while looking to Lincoln now. "I smell pine, covered over fish... Still fishy."

Lincoln covered his mouth, getting out of the car; he pushed the seat back, allowing Sofia to get in the back. "Thank you." Sofia said smiling at Lincoln while getting into the back of what use to be her car. She kept her legs closed tightly sitting as Lincoln got back into the car.

Olivia turned around, "so you want a ride to the prison to visit James, you know," she started with a fake smile, "the man you love, want to see, he must have serious sinuses problems, to be able to stand the smell, or maybe being a fisherman, he loves the smell of fish..."

Lincoln burst out laughing, covering his face with his hands, trying to stop laughing but was failing horribly.
Sofia kept looking at Olivia. "I... Don't know what you are talking about." She whispered.

"Okay," Olivia glanced over Sofia's face, "your vagina," she pointed to Sofia's crouch, "Smells," she waved her hand under her nose, "Like you don't clean yourself, or change underwear." her eyes focused. "You have a very smelly vagina."

"That's not true! I shower and clean everyday!" She looked like she was going to cry. "I have a problem! Its Medical!" She lied covering her face.
Lincoln cleared his throat having calmed down.

"Right, medical," Olivia glanced to Lincoln, "where and what are we doing?" she asked while playing with her hair carefully.

"We've gotta pick something up, it wont take long." Lincoln nodded, looking at Olivia. "Then lunch!"

"And by Lunch, he means without you," Olivia turned around to Sofia once more, "Cos we're going to have take away, in our room, alone." Turning now to face Lincoln her finger played over his thigh, "you like that?"

Lincoln grinned. "I like that a lot." He nodded ignoring Sofia who made scoffing noises, crossing her arms over her flat chest. "And..." Lincoln pulled up onto the single dirt road.

Leaning over, Olivia placed her mouth close to his ear, slowly whispering very provocative things, her eyes slowly looking to Sofia, "And you can have that any time you want..." she purred lightly while brushing her hand carefully down his arm.

With large eyes, Lincoln stared from forward to Olivia with an intrigued expression. "Oh, my... That could..." He trailed off, looking to the building. "We should, go ... " He pointed toward the building nodding.

Olivia smirked to Sofia, her hand brushing over Lincoln's shoulder, "Yes, that is a good thing," she moved in her seat focused forward on the road, she normally wasn't the kinda girl to be a bitch, but with Sofia she didn't trust her.

"You know, I don't want your boyfriend, right?" Sofia kept looking at Olivia, trying not to look like a desperate cow.
She truthfully wanted Lincoln very badly, but she thought if she made Olivia look like the bitch. Lincoln would fall for Sofia.

Olivia nodded, "That's okay then," Olivia didn't look back this time, her hand running from Lincoln's knee up his thigh. "We've got a busy day, we're going to need to relax tonight..." her eyes looking over Lincoln's face more, "I've been meaning to tell you."

"Meaning to tell me?" Lincoln asked carefully before Sofia looked at Lincoln and Olivia, seeing her hand on his thigh upset her.
"We should probably go in there right?" Sofia looked to the building.
"Hey, I love you." Lincoln said looking at Olivia, he carefully, brushing his fingers across her cheek, kissing her lips lightly. Ignoring Sofia.

"Gary Miller," Olivia whispered, "you need me to look that up?" she asked while trying to keep conversation light, she didn't really want to tell Lincoln he was going to be a father with the annoying Bambi eyes.

"If you would, please use People Search." Lincoln kept looking over her, something about her was different, maybe she was getting a tan from the sun, her skin looked sun kissed and glowing in a way.

"Just one thing," Olivia stated to Lincoln, "I've not used a computer." Her hand kept still, "I'm not really sure, the internet, right, and I heard of a google..." she shook her head, "sounds fifthly..."

Lincoln started laughing softly. "Oh Olivia, no. It's a search engine, it knows everything... You type in anything and it'll show you results." He nodded, brushing a piece of her hair away from her face.

"Well," Olivia kept smiling, "Maybe we should get all this worked out." Watching Lincoln park, she got out of the car, "I just want to get this all over with." she touched her back feeling herself trying to hold herself together.

"I know, don't worry it will be, very soon." Lincoln was getting out, putting his arm around Olivia's waist, before glancing to the back of the convertible. "Hurry up." He looked to Sofia as they place they were, was very run down and old.

"Linc," Olivia said while looking sideways to avoid looking at Sofia, "Why the sudden need to bring me everywhere?" Her question was with a nervous tone, her eyes looking around a place she didn't fully trust herself being.

Lincoln lent close to Olivia's ear, whispering so Sofia wouldn't hear. "I'm scared she'll try to rape me..." He nodded seriously, pulling away from her ear. "That and I don't trust you being alone, just in case they just getting you." He held his hand out for her.

Only hearing the rape part, Olivia chuckled, "Linc, she'd need to get you hard, she's gonna drug you or something?" she kept close to him now, not knowing the things Gretchen would do to get the things she wanted.

"Anything is possible, anything." He knocked on a door, Sofia standing behind them feeling nervous. A man opening the door looked them over; he'd seen Lincoln once before, confirming who he was. He stepped aside allowing them into the run down building.

"Hola voy a estar traduciendo," Olivia kept calm while looking to Lincoln, "I told them I'm translating." she whispered lowly to Lincoln, her eyes to Sofia showing that she wasn't really needed.

Sofia narrowed her eyes at Olivia, standing behind Lincoln and her. Lincoln smiling. "Do they have my product?" He asked to Olivia though his eyes were on the seller.
Lincoln tensed feeling someone behind him, feeling up his legs and body for weapons.

Olivia inhaled, "nos gusta ver el producto, por favor?" Her eyes kept looking over the man, his eyes going to Lincoln's.

"primero el dinero..." The man kept focused on Lincoln, he didn't like the idea of bringing woman to a man's dealing.

Olivia inhaled, "He wants the money first..." she kept her voice low, her hands in her pockets.

Lincoln keeping still before reaching into his pocket, showing the wad of American cash, he kept it between his middle and index finger. "I wanna see the product first." Lincoln was looking into the man's eyes.

Olivia straightened up, "producto entonces dinero." Her focus on the man she was speaking to, "No es sobre la carencia de confianza, pero vista lo que conseguimos para nuestro dinero..." her voice was smooth and calm.

The man brushed his hand under his nose, "Usted tiene a una mujer muy valiente, usted es un hombre afortunado o mudo..."

Olivia laughed, "Hacemos el negocio sí?" Her voice was cooler now.

"Si..." The man now walking to where the bomb was taking it out.

When the man uncovered the bomb from the red cloth, Sofia almost peed herself, "Oh my God." She looked freaked out.
Lincoln looked pleased, his eyes looking over it. "Ask him, how do I set it off?" He looked at Olivia for a moment.

Olivia glanced over the bomb, her hands on her hips, "Como hacen lo activamos," her voice kept calm, she wasn't scared by the bomb, it was her child's life on the line. "por favor."

The man picked up a cell phone, "Uno, uno enviar," He kept his cool while he spoke.

"One, one, send." Olivia glanced over Lincoln with a nod, "You want to pay," she whispered lightly.

Holding the wad of cash out to the man, Lincoln nodded about the product. "One, one, send?" He questioned the man looking at the cell phone in his hand.

"One, one send," Olivia kept her eyes on the man, her hands kept on her hips.

The man took the money, he wrapped the bomb, "Uno, Uno, enviar," he waved his hands, "Boom..."

Olivia feeling her hands over her stomach, "Linc, I think we've got what we need here," she exhaled while brushing her hands over her arms now.

Nodding, after taking the brown paper bag. Lincoln put one arm behind Olivia guiding them out of the building.
Sofia following behind, she looked really mad. "A bomb!" She said in a snappy voice.
Lincoln glanced behind him; half forgetting Sofia had been around.

Olivia turned to face Sofia, "No, it's a pedigree Chihuahua..." She rolled her eyes while looking back to Lincoln, "She's a little on the think side." walking to the front passenger seat, quickly sitting down feeling tired.

"A bomb, Lincoln I can't believe you just bought a bomb." Sofia got into the back of her car that she barely owned anymore.
Lincoln was narrowing his eyes. "Stop talking about it, before someone hears!"

Olivia pouted, "It's a bomb..." Olivia spoke softly, "Lincoln, you said you was getting me a Chihuahua..." she folded her arms; "Now the wedding is totally off!" she huffed looking to the driver seat pretending to glare.

Lincoln gasped, "No! I'm sorry! I'll get you a Chihuahua! I promise!" Lincoln nodded quickly looking over Olivia with a worried expression.

"You better," her hand pointed into his face, "cos if I don't get myself a puppy, you get no pussy..." she put her seat belt on with a playful glare in her eye, she kept thinking about making one joke in a bad situation.

Lincoln chuckled slightly. "Oh, I better get on that puppy hunt." He winked before glaring slightly seeing Sofia sitting in the back of the convertible looking sour faced.

"Well, it's all on Nando," Olivia kept looking over Lincoln, "I mean, it's that, some point we've to go and see Michael." her hand brushing down her thighs thinking about making things work.

"I know, I know." Lincoln nodded carefully before thinking about food, he glanced to the clock. "How about that lunch now?" He smiled to her.
"I'd like lunch." Sofia piped into the conversation and Lincoln glared again.

"Not you!" Lincoln snapped at Sofia.

"You know the weirdest thing of this all?" Elle May asked L.J, the fact being locked in a room with L.J, they wasn't always tied down, her eyes going over the guy who she'd spent a lot of time with, she didn't know if it was being trapped, or just feeling at eleven she shouldn't be fearing for her life.

L.J. looking around the darkness of the room, the only light was from the small crack in the door - Which lit their faces dimly. "What?" He asked her, seeing from the shadows of the room. His voice had been calm and manly brave. Trying not to show how scared he really was.

Elle May twirled a piece of her hair, "After everything that's gone on," she moved her legs, feeling nervous. "I think my mom is losing it, I mean, something about her." Now stop playing with her hair, she kept focused on the door.

"... What do you mean something about her? I think we're all under a lot of stress here Elle May." L.J. pointed out his own blueish-green eyes staring at the same closed door. His heart hadn't calmed itself since this all started.

Elle May exhaled rolling over on her stomach, "Well, I've only known the stressful side of my mother." Her voice was a low whisper; her eyes couldn't focus on anything.

L.J. kept unspeaking for a long moment, he froze hearing footsteps getting closer toward the door and passing by.
He seemed to hold his breath every time someone got close. "Well." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Soon my Uncle Mike will have this fixed." He seemed to be telling himself that more then anyone else.

"Your uncle Mike..." Elle May kept looking to where L.J is, "what if this is all some big," she couldn't think of the world. "What if, these people get that they want, they kill us anyway." Her eyes closed trying to not believe it.

"You really think, my dad and your mom are going to let that happen?" L.J. said, clearing his throat, carefully. "They wont. Trust me."

"Well, from how my mom was talking about your dad..." Elle May shrugged, "seems like they are not so happy." she sighed. "I hate this..."

Listening to the footsteps of high heels, stopping outside the door L.J. slide up the wall, sitting straight up, expecting the crazy bitch Susan to enter. He closed his eyes and turned away when the light burst into the room for a short second before the door closed again. "What do you want!" L.J. snapped. "Shut up." A voice that did not belong to Susan made his stomach crunch.
He could make out the outline of a woman, but he didn't know exactly who. Their heels made clicking noises across the floor.

Elle May tried to focus on voice, her eyes trying to make out the face, "what do you want?" Her voice shook, her eyes closed for a few moment trying to hope that it wasn't going to be what happened to Sara all over again.

"Oh, nothing much." They sounded cold and mean within the darkness they followed Elle May's voice, they brought their hand down, their fingers twisted around the Eleven year old girl's hair near the end.

"Ahh!" Elle May screamed, "Get the hello Kitty off me!" she slapped around the person who was pulling at her hair, her nails trying to claw at the woman, she didn't trust someone so close to her.

"Smart up! Before I slit your throat!" They warned coldly. "And you stay where you are!" She could hear L.J. shifting across the floor, before exhaling loudly. "Leave us alone! We didn't DO anything!" He snapped.
"Oh no." The woman said, L.J. froze hearing the sound of a blade switch opening. It made him nervously. They brought the cold steel to touch against Elle May's throat, proving she was serious, still gripping her hair.

"I hope you get Butt Cancer and die a slow painful death you cock sucking whore!" Elle May hiss feeling the blade against her skin, "You are a whore, whore, whore, whore, whore! Her voice kept screaming loud.

Sliding the blade close against her throat but not touching it, the blade stopped where they were gripping the girls hair, before in one quick pulling motion the sharp blade cut into the girls hair, detaching it from the rest, a large clump of it in her hands. "You are a mouthy little bitch." They spat. Before stepping back, closing the blade in the darkness.

"Go fuck a goat!" Elle May kept her works dark, she didn't want to show how scared she was, her hands were tight into fists, she kept calm, but knowing she wanted to be away from here.

Without saying a door, the heels walked across the door, the door opened again and closed just as fast, the sound of a lock being placed on the door made L.J. wince. "You okay?" He tried to make out Elle May within the darkness.

Elle May held her hands over her face starting to sob her eyes out while holding her face, "L.J," She coughed, "I, I," she coughed between sobs, "She's a bitch!"

L.J. slide across the floor, wrapping his arms around her in a protective big brother sort of way. "It's okay, Elle, she'll pay." He nodded carefully brushing his hand against her arm.