WARNING! ***Chapter contains a scene of homosexual nature, if you find this martial offensive, you have been warned***

Michael glanced over Olivia and Lincoln, for the fact he was still mad at Lincoln, the plan was more important at this point. "Tomorrow we'll all be on that side of the fence." Michael stated while looking Olivia.

"So, everything is going to be ready?" she asked trying to think of Nikole and Gretchen working together, to make their last few days hell.

Michael nodded, "you should know, T-Bag is on the plan." His voice dropped.

"He's what!" Olivia snapped, "that no good Hick, Michael..."

Michael rolled his eyes, "also, Bellick, oh and a Drug Lord."

"Who cares, as long as we still have Whistler." Lincoln over looked the fact T-Bag was a paedophile, rapist, murderer and Brad fucked them over several times and a Drug Lord. "I mean." He paused feeling someone walking up behind him. "Hick. Now really that is offensive." Nikole's voice made Lincoln glare.

Olivia kept her face forward, "well, I don't care about offending two faced whores..." her face turned around to see Nikole, "If you haven't clued in, I'm talking about you." she pointed out. "So go fly a kite in a thunder storm."

Michael rolled his eyes, "What are you doing here?" He kept glaring to Nikole, for a second trying to forget how he felt about her.

Well see, here is the thing." Nikole ignored the comments being made about her, they didn't bother her. Her mind was clear and she could think and focus. "There seems to be a little doubt - despite orders that I'm in on this escape plan."
"You aren't." Lincoln turned to look at her, once again finding it hard to believe she was the caring nice Doctor at Fox River. "You might think you are, but you aren't!" He snapped.
When Nikole laughed, it was chilling and dark. "See I thought you might say that, so." She reached into her bag, digging around casually, before pulling out a zip-lock bag of hair, "Look familiar?" She asked Olivia narrowing her eyes.

For a second Olivia glanced over the strands of golden hair in the bag, her eyes narrowed, "What the fuck have you done with my daughter? You psychotic bitch!" her voice was edgy as she charged at the woman she thought was her friend, grabbing at her hair pulling it.

"Livia!" Lincoln said quickly seeing her grabbing at the platinum blondes hair.

Nikole barely felt Olivia grabbing at her hair. "Hey!" She snapped darkly, pushing Olivia back quickly after releasing her own hair from the other woman's grip. "You wanna try that again? And the next thing you'll get in a baggy wont be hair!" Her eyes were dark.

"Oh trust me, you won't be able to touch my daughter when I rip your fucking head off!" Olivia threw the pieces of Nikole's hair that she'd managed to pull out of her head. "So yeah, make your threats!" she spat in Nikole's face glaring.

Michael sighed, "Olivia, don't," His eyes going to Nikole, "When we get out of here, you can have Alex," his voice dropped, he then exhaled thinking about him, the tunnel, he found himself missing him.

Ignoring Olivia and ignoring Lincoln who looked ready to kill her, Nikole looked directly at Michael. "Yeah? Good. But just so we're clear - If you try to screw me over, if I don't see Alex with you and Whistler after the escape. You'll need to worry about a lot more." Her voice was dark, threatening.

"Trust me, you'll see Mahone," Michael kept watching Nikole's eyes, "Too bad since digging the Tunnel, he's not mentioned you much..." Michael's voice very serious about it.

Olivia tilted her head looking over Michael feeling completely confused, "you're having a lot of conversations with Mahone then?" She asked slowly.

"Get lost Nikole, I don't want to see your face until I call you about the escape." Lincoln said seriously watching Nikole who didn't seem to carry any emotion with her anymore. Ignoring Michael's comment, Nikole waved with a cute expression. "Have a good day y'all!" She turned around on her heel, heading toward the car she came in.

Michael exhaled, "What did you two do?"

"We do!" Olivia glanced to her fingers pulling little pieces of hair tangled around her fingers, "She's all crazy hoe over Alex Mahone." Her eyes looked to Michael, "you did it again!" Olivia's finger pointed into his face.

"Olivia, I didn't do anything," Michael glanced to Lincoln. "I'll phone you if anything changes..." He turned walking away.

"This is wonderful, just... Wonderful." Lincoln said after Michael had disappeared back into the Prison. Looking over Olivia.

Olivia kept watching where Michael had went, "His eye did that twitch thing..." Her hand pointed, "Michael's eye twitch, when he's keeping something." Looking slowly to Lincoln.

"But what is he hiding? That's the thing that worries me." Lincoln sighed as they walked back toward the convertible.

Michael kept looking to the tunnel, for a second Alex was in the back digging still, Whistler at the front looking over Michael, "so, you've seen your brother and sister in law?" He kept a narrow voice.

Michael rolled his eyes, "Olivia isn't my sister in law, she's the girl my brother's knocked up." He stopped talking, "from what I can tell, he still doesn't know it."

Alex stopped digging for a second looking over Michael, "So, anything we need to know?"

"No, just your girlfriend turned up at the prison," Michael's voice dropped, "She really can't wait to see you out." He kept glaring.

Alex kept a serious expression, "Really, so she company again?" He kept his question light.

Whistler kept glancing from Alex to Michael and back again, "Well, you two done with your lovers quarrel." He moved passed Michael down the ladder, "This tunnel is too tight for the three of us." He disappeared.

Michael rubbed his temples, "You know, if you keep looking like that Michael, people are going to know." Alex's voice caught him off guard, Michael's eyes snapping to glare at Alex.

"Shut up," Michael kept looking over it, "You are," he stopped watching Alex starting to dig again. "Don't turn your back on me Alex!"

Alex stopped digging, "Well, you like your back to mine," he snickered, his eyes going to the shovel in his hands starting to dig it some more. "But are you suddenly growing a conscience now…" He kept chuckling.

Michael moved closer up the tunnel, "Alex!" He snapped grabbing the man's shoulder. "I mean it, shut up!" His voice was a dark hiss.

"Michael," Alex turned around, "Just admit, admit what happened." He kept watching his eyes, the fact he'd never really stared into another man's eyes this way.

Michael pulled away, but it was hard to in the space, "Alex, what happened, was a mistake." He kept his voice tense, the fact to him; he didn't know what it was. He'd had sex before, but some reason Alex, it wasn't something he wanted to keep in his mind. "Just drop it, dig, get back to the woman you love." He now went to get a hammer to start fixing the support beams.

"Michael, what you did for me, you didn't need to," Alex's voice hand dropped, the night of being alone in the cell, shaking, feeling the worse of the withdrawals. "So why the need to take it back?"

Michael turned sharp, couldn't have the impact he wanted, "Alex, do you really want to bring this up." For a second he couldn't stop Alex staring at him. "You want Nikole."

Alex dropped the shovel, "So, why of a sudden your caring about Nikole?" His eyes fixed on Michael, the man had gotten closer to him, he was breathing in and out sharp, he could see the details of his face. "I mean, not like you cared…"

"I cared about Sara, I cared about Nikole," His voice low, "you on the other hand, what was Nikole to you, enough for…"

"Ah, you're admitting what we did," Alex smirked, "You've never done that before?"

Michael kept a straight face, "Why are you so interesting on knowing my past now," His hands kept by his side, trying to keep a normal face.

Alex brushed a hand into his hair, "well, interested, only because, well." He kept moving forward; "You come into my cell, you, made the moves." For a second, he moved his face closer to Michael's.

"That was the fact, you want on this escape, you was a mess Alex, a fucking mess!" He now pointed into Alex's face, "So, really, shut…" Michael was broke off when Alex's lips crashed against his own.

Brushing his hands quickly into Alex's hair, Michael felt his eyes close tight; Alex's hands moving around Michael's back pulling him closer to him. Michael quickly pulling away from Alex, "What's wrong with you?" Michael snapped.

"You feel it, you can't deny what you felt," Alex was breathing heavy, his eyes fixed on Michael, watching his pupils dilate, fixed on him. "Don't start now."

"That night, I don't know what it was," Michael felt his hands running down his chest, the fact he could feel his hard on throbbing in his jeans, his eyes trying all he could to look away from Alex's mouth.

Alex smirked, "Really, you don't know what happened, what it was," Michael kept looking away from Alex as he spoke; Alex pulled Michael's face to look at him. "Was it the fact you kissed me first Michael? or that you and me…?"

Michael covered his hand to cover his mouth quickly looking around, "Look, what happened, it's, just," Michael's hand took his hand away, "do you have to yell it?"

Alex moved Michael's hand, "We," He didn't really know how to describe it; it wasn't like he'd ever done this kind of thing with a man, let alone a man he thought he hated.

"We fucked Alex," Michael glared into his eyes, "I don't know how, or why, but it's not going to happen, again." Trying to move away, Alex's hand quickly caught him while pulling him back. "Alex," He kept his tone dark, but Alex's lips forced on his again.

This time Michael returned the kiss; he pulled his hands through Alex's hair, feeling Alex's hand pulling at his long shirt, pulling Alex on top of him, his hand moving from Alex's hair to his shirt ripping it open, he looked to his exposed chest, breaking the kiss apart.

Michael's eyes, he couldn't argue anymore, Alex now taking off his shirt, his eyes studying over the tattoos, for a first time seeing them for what they really are, his hands running down Michael's bare chest, his lips meeting the skin on Michael's neck, he bit down hard, his hand moving down Michael's stomach, finding his hand over his groan, rubbing over his cock that was rock hard.

Michael groaned feeling Alex's hands working the front of his jeans, Michael's hands not knowing what to do, he kept watching Alex's head moving down, trailing kisses down his stomach, he felt his finger pulling the jeans off with his boxer too. Michael's eyes closed tight, his hands moving to his head feeling Alex's tongue running over his head, he gasped feeling Alex taking all of him into his mouth, leaning his back into the wall of the tunnel, he kept his eyes focused on the hole, anyone could walk in, his hands holding onto the dirt, inhaling and exhaling feeling Alex tongue working circles around his head, his hand running up and down his shaft.

Alex's could hear Michael's moans, licking and sucking harder, his felt Michael's hands now working into his hair, pulling it, he found he was face to face with Michael, Michael forcing their lips to crash into an intense kiss, their tongue wrestling against each other in a fight for dominance.

Alex feeling Michael's hands now on his trousers, forcing them down, his eyes dead set on his breaking the kiss, his eyes narrowed, Alex kept feeling his hear racing, Michael rubbing his hand, Alex moaned feeling his hand rubbing up and down his shaft, twisting at the top, for a second Michael's free hand moved Alex, his hand running down Alex's back.

Alex closed his eyes feeling Michael pushing inside of him, it was tight, he felt Michael hand moving around grabbing his cock, pushing into him harder.

Michael kissing and biting the side of Alex's neck, he felt himself pushing in harder, pulling out, he could stop himself, keeping himself pushing harder.

Alex's hand going over Michael, pulling his hand over his head, each pound he felt of Michael's cock inside of him, he couldn't control himself.

Feeling himself on the brink of cuming, Michael's hand moving faster over Alex's cock, Alex' moaning louder, Michael gritting his teeth, cuming hard, Alex cuming in his hand. "Fuck!" Alex grunted.

Michael kept looking forward, he slowly turned to see the hole, no one there, he kept trying to hope that no one saw. "We better get finishing this Tunnel," He exhaled hearing the sounds of voices. "Well," He quickly pulled his jeans back up, pulling his shirt on.

Alex kept breathing sharp, pulling his trousers back on, his shirt doing up as quick as he could, he didn't know how to act, but going back to digging.

Olivia kept playing with her fork looking to the food on her plate, "Tonight," Her voice small, "Are you sure, he said, night." Olivia kept trying to work it out, under the impression of a daytime escape was impossible.

"Tonight." Lincoln nodded, looking over his cell phone that had rung not so long ago.

"Well, what is to be of me with the events unfolding?" Olivia twirled her fork more, her eyes kept fixed on Lincoln, her tongue licking over her bottom lip feeling like this

Was all going to finally happen, it had to work this time?

"Well, I need to cut the power at the prison for Michael to make the escape," Lincoln looked over her, "I want you to be waiting for me in the Convertible so we can get to the beach. Where we'll be meeting Michael."
"Waiting in can, for beach," Her eyes snapping to him, "Beach, you are aware of my," she glanced to the table, she felt awkward now, "My inability to swim..." She added feeling a complete fool.

"You'll be with me, I'll hold onto you, don't worry okay?" He smiled protectively. Before looking down at his cell phone. "I've gotta call Nikole to be waiting at the beach." He glared.

"Can we like, not..." Olivia felt sick with the sound of her name, "I mean, cos seriously, I am like, this close," Her index finger and thumb only millimetres apart, "from seeing her again, and stubbing her to death with a Biro pen."

"I know, I know - but.. We've got too and I'm going to make he wish she left her precious Mahone in SONA." Lincoln looked darkly around the hotel room.

"Fine," Olivia glanced over her plate, she didn't feel so much hungry now with everything going so fast, the rain had stopped, everything working out, then Lincoln's phone ringing again, "Damn, who is it..." she reached for the phone on the table. "Hello."

"Well, Hello, Olivia," Gretchen kept her tone smooth, "I would like to talk to the big guy..."

"For you," Olivia handed the phone over.

Lincoln rolled his eyes, "Yeah?" He said putting the phone against his ear, looking around the place they were getting lunch from.

"We're going to have a little meeting, just a little get together of us, to, well," Gretchen glanced over to Nikole, and beside her was Sofia, "A way to make sure everyone is doing their part." Her voice trailed off with a dirty smirk on her face to Sofia.

"You don't have to worry about that, but okay - Where and when?" He looked at the wall clock.

"How about, get your Asses here now!" Gretchen growled down the phone, "I'm texting you the location." she hung up quickly sending the address.

Olivia feeling a sinking sensation in her stomach, "I've got a feeling we're needed." She placed her hands from the table.

"Yup. Come on we've gotta go." Lincoln exhaled, looking over the location on the phone while standing up, fiddling with some cash, quickly putting it on the centre of the table.

Gretchen kept looking from Sofia to Nikole, her eyes on a subway sandwich, picking it up taking a bite. "You sure you're not hungry?" Gretchen's question was more aimed at Sofia, feeling the position of power, her eyes going over the hearty bread, chicken and salad with salsa, feeling herself biting into it aggressively.

As her stomach growled, Sofia looked at Gretchen with narrowed eyes, trying not to show how ready to piss herself she was. "No." She said darkly, but her eyes were all over that sandwich.
Nikole looking around the warehouse, her legs crossed over one another, picking up a glass of fruit punch in a Martini glass, taking a sip. "Or thirsty?" She suggested swirling the juice carefully.
Sofia looked at the swirling drink, her mouth dry. "Uh... No."

"Well, we can't say we didn't offer," Gretchen quickly placed her sandwich down listening to the sound of a car approaching, "Well, this will be the happy couple," she used this to rub into Sofia, for a reason, she liked to play with the girls emotions.
Sofia did look unpleased, it made Nikole snickered when the large metal warehouse door swung open and Lincoln walked into the place, holding Olivia's hand.

"So, we're almost a full house," Gretchen kept looking from Lincoln to Olivia, "I'll like you to get Michael, and James on the phone."

Olivia kept still looking to Lincoln beside her, Sofia sitting next to Nikole; everything was annoying her, just a little bit more each time.

"Why? You'll see your boy!" Lincoln was all ready taking out his cell phone and dialling the number he'd gotten from Michael a while ago, listening to it ringing.

Olivia didn't want to speak, her eyes kept focused, watching everyone in the room. Her eyes were finally going back to Lincoln with his cell phone.

"Hello Linc," Michael spoke calmly, he didn't know what he was getting called away, but his voice sounded a little tense.

"You have Whistler with you?" Lincoln asked carefully, his eyes looking over Sofia with disgust as she sat with her legs spread apart even in a skirt.

"Yeah," Michael walked over to Whistler handing him the phone, the man gave Michael a glare, he didn't like how him and Mahone had been leaving him out of things, he took the phone holding it closer to his ear.

"What's wanted?" James asked down the phone, he didn't have a clue what was going on.

Lincoln looking to Gretchen, before glancing to Nikole, exhaled. "He's on the line." He said factually.
"Oh, wonderful." Nikole grinned finally standing up from the table.

All James could do was listen to the other end of the conversation, a one that he wasn't really involved with.

Olivia now watching Nikole, her eyes going to Gretchen smirking, "James, I want you to pay very close attention." her voice aimed at the cell phone, her eyes locked onto Lincoln's face. "Nikole," Gretchen handed over a lit cigar.

"Thank you." Nikole smiled sinisterly, walking around, to stand behind Sofia who remained unmoving, looking forward, sweat beads breaking out across her face, feeling Nikole brushing the black hair from her neck.
Lincoln watched, unsure of what Nikole was doing, before she brought the burning cigar against the back of Sofia's neck, pushing it against the skin hard.
"AHHHHHH!" Sofia screamed out in pain.

Gretchen watched in amusement, if she was completely honest with herself, Nikole's actions were turning her on; she switched legs crossing over watching Sofia cry in pain.

"Burn her, burn her, burn the bitch!" Olivia couldn't control the voice, the fact she just said it out loud, her eyes kept focused on Sofia.

James hearing the scream, "Sofia, what are you doing to her?" He screamed down the phone, all he could do was listen.

Lincoln held the phone away from his ear when James started screaming, but his eyes were focused upon Olivia, "Livia." He whispered seriously.
Tears were streaking down Sofia's cheeks, Nikole pulling the cigar away from Sofia's skin, pulled it back in a swift motion, the smell of burning flesh was surrounding the air between Sofia and Nikole.
Nikole smirked, her eyes looking over Olivia, telling her to burn the woman sitting on the chair with a passionate hate in her voice.
Hovering the Cigar over Sofia's skin again, Nikole pushed it back into her sink to untouched flesh, a few inches away from the first burn mark.
"AHHHHHAHHH!" Sofia screamed again, closing her eyes tightly.

"What are the co-ordinates James?" Gretchen said while Nikole was burning Sofia again, the woman kept crying, James kept protesting loud from the phone. Gretchen's eyes staring at Olivia's, "She's liking this a little too much."

For a second Olivia wanted to cheer, but glanced to the expression on Lincoln's face, "No, no, please stop hurting her, don't, stop now, please..." The tone of Olivia's voice had less enthusiasm than a bunch of Emo kids at a My Chemical Romance concert.

Pulling the cigar from Sofia's neck, again, Nikole looked over it, still burning, Sofia's body shaking as she cried harder, "JAMES!" She cried out, she wanted him to save her from this, she didn't deserve this.
"Oh please, Olivia." Nikole rolled her eyes, she brought the cigar down again, onto Sofia's shoulder. Feeling nothing while burning the woman.
"The coordinates, James." Lincoln kept his voice even, his facial expression indifferent, inside glad this wasn't happening to Olivia.

"Okay, okay!" James cried out, his voice breaking down, "I am still working, but please, please..." His voice was from the loud speaker breaking down. "Just stop hurting her..."

Olivia pulled a sour face, her eyes narrowed at Sofia, she was crying and staring at Lincoln for help. "You know, I think if you burn her a few more times, make it even numbers..."

Gretchen coughed for a moment choking on her saliva, "What is your childhood Trauma?"

"Mom and Dad spent all my life grooming me to be a smart successful person, but the minute I got pregnant they denied my existence. Forcing me to marry someone who emotion neglected me, forcing me to be a house wife, before wanting to divorce me for a Mexican stripper name, Carla, and wanted to make me homeless."

Gretchen blinked a few time, feeling completely lost, "Anything else to add to that?"

"Yes, I am..."

"Olivia this can wait!" Michael snapped while still he could hear Sofia crying from the pain.

"Girls right, even numbers are always the way to go." Nikole looked at the three burn marks across Sofia's upper back. "Lets get a little Whimsical on this, shall we?" Nikole asked, for a moment her voice less Southern and more street-slag from New York.
"Please Ahh!" Sofia pleaded the cigar burning into her skin a fourth time.
Lincoln could smell the burning flesh, Sofia kept screaming on the fifth burn.

"The Coordinates..." Gretchen was sounding more impatient.

James now feeling helpless, "I need more time, but I will have them ready, please, please stop hurting her, and someone shut the bitch up who's laughing at all of this..."

Olivia quickly covered her mouth, "sorry, just, well, the smell of her burning skin is covering up the potent smell of her lack of hygiene in her vaginal area..."

Nikole started cracking up, it made the cigar push harder into Sofia's skin. "Oh, oh!" She giggled, before going serious and clearing her throat.
"He says he'll have them, but he needs more time." Lincoln looked over from Nikole and Sofia to Gretchen.
"And to make this even." Nikole pushed the cigar a sixth time into the skin, making Sofia cry harder and scream louder.
When Nikole removed the cigar the sixth time, she put it down into an ashtray. Sofia covering her face, crying.

"James you've got two hours, or your Sofia, she's going to pay for it." Gretchen now looking over Olivia whose hands were both over her mouth, she knew the phone had gone dead, but felt like a horrible person.

Bringing the phone away from his ear, Lincoln slipped it back into his jean pocket. Turning to look over Olivia, mildly surprised she'd laugh at Sofia getting branded by a cigar. "Livia, we should go." He looked back toward the door, before turning and looking at Nikole who was playing with a first aid kit to taunt Sofia still whimpering in pain. "They should seriously re-think your Medical Degree." He snapped at her.
"Oh honey, this is South America." Nikole said darkly.