"What are you not telling me Linc?" Michael asked. He watched his brother carefully, studying every twitch and eye movement. He was definitely hiding something from him. "Linc?" he asked again clearly pulling Lincoln from his thoughts. 

"Nothing man. All of this is just starting to get to me." Lincoln replied quickly. Michael still wasn't convinced. 

"I want another conformation." Michael said quietly while looking down at the dirt. It hurt him to think of Sara locked away being held captive because of him. 

"I don't think thats possible. I don't have much power over Gretchen. She probably won't allow it."

"Just try please." Michael said brokenly. He looked back up at his brother, desperation in his eyes. His brother swayed slightly. 

"I'll see what I can do." Lincoln replied. Michael nodded and watched his brother walk away. 

Michael walked back to his cell trying to come up with a plan to escape. He only had three more days before he had to escape with Whistler. I won't let them die. I won't let her die. He recited to himself while looking out the window of his cell. If anything happened to her he wouldn't be able to survive. 

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Lincoln paced back and forth waiting for Gretchen to show up at the bar. He checked his phone three times before he heard the familiar click of heals on the floor. "Where the hell have you been?" he asked her angrily. She held her hand up to silence him. 

"You're on my time." she replied shortly while taking a seat across from him. "What's the update?" she asked him. 

"He wants more proof." Lincoln said.

"There's no proof we can give. She's dead." 

"Yeah Im aware of that." Lincoln said angrily. Flashbacks of Sara's head in the box filled his memories making him sick to his stomach.

"If you wouldn't have come looking for them she would still be alive." Gretchen told him. "We're all soldiers Lincoln. Different wars, but soldiers all the same. Now, update." 

"The moment you killed her was the moment Whistler was off the table. When he finds out he'll kill Whistler himself." Lincoln informed her. She leaned forward in her seat and looked him dead in the eye. 

"For your sake, and LJ's, you had better not let him find out until all of this is over." she said sternly. "Now tell me what you know before I kill you where you sit." 

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Michael spent the next two days preparing for their escape through the window. He had already messed with the power and got a small portion of the gate broken thanks to Sucre. He had also taken shifts with Whistler and Alex to spy on the guards to see what their weak points were. They didn't have much to go on so every little thing counted. They didn't have much time and all he had left was getting the small bar off the window. 

That's where he sat for the last six hours trying to break the bar as quietly as possible. He had a small piece of metal that he used to try and file the metal down. It was working slowly but he still had a long ways to go and less than a day to do it. 

He let his mind wander and found Sara at the top of his list. He worried for her safety and desperately wanted to see if she was okay. It killed him to see her photo. She looked so lifeless but her eyes showed fear and vulnerability. He wished it could have been him standing there. she didn't deserve a gun to her head. She didn't deserve any of this. 

It was better than where he was though. She wouldn't have lasted five minutes in Sona. Michael closed his eyes for a second and felt a small tear escape. At least this way he had a shot at helping her. He shook his head trying to not think about her. It would only make his heart hurt and distract him from completing his job. The faster the job got done, the quicker he could see her. 

"Michael Scofield you have a visitor. Michael Scofield please go to the gate." a booming voice announced pulling him out of his thoughts completely. He hid the piece of metal under his bed and made his way to the gate. 

"Do you have the proof?" Michael asked as soon as Lincoln was in ear shot. He didn't miss the uncomfortable sway Lincoln gave before answering. 

"No. She wouldn't give me anything. Only her word." Lincoln said blankly. Something was still off.

"Linc I know when you're lying to me. What are you hiding from me?" Michael asked him seriously. Lincoln only shook his head. 

"Michael we have less than a day to get this thing done. We have to focus. What can you tell me?" Lincoln asked changing the subject. Michael let the conversation go while discussing th plan. 

"We will need a car half a mile away from this side of the prison." Michael explained while subtly pointing. Lincoln nodded and waited for him to continue. Michael told him about the two guards and their weak points. "The sun will hit at 3:15 and we will only have a 6 minute window. You'll have to have the car here by then.

"Wait, you're telling me that we're doing this in the middle of the day?" Lincoln asked in disbelief. 

"There's patrol at night. We'll never make it five feet outside the gate." Michael said. Lincoln shook his head. "Hey, you have to be there." Michael said pulling Lincoln back from his thoughts. 

"I will be. I will be." He said quickly. 

"This has to work Linc. Otherwise they're both dead." Michael said while Lincoln looked away nervously. 

"I know." he whispered. 

"3:15 Linc. And we're gone." Michael said before walking away.