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Linc loiters around the mystery intersection for a few minutes until someone pokes his head out of a fancypants restaurant door and calls him by name, then shows him to a table with a little "Reserved: L Burrows" card on it. Mom sneaks up and affectionately says he hasn't changed a bit, which I guess is the kind of trite bullshit you have to say when you're meeting with the son you abandoned 23 years ago to work for an evil conglomerate which ultimately framed him for murder and tried to kill him and his brother eleventy billion times. Mom says she's sure he has a lot of questions, but he's only got one: Where's Scylla? She says it's safe and that's all she can tell him now, and he's like, okay then, we're done here. She convinces him to hear her out, but he's still hung up on the whole "abandoned us in favor of Muahahaha, Inc. thus scarring us for life and also almost killing us repeatedly" thing. She says Linc doesn't really know what the Company is; he only knows what the General made it, bloodthirsty and war hungry. It wasn't always like that, and it doesn't have to be. If she were in charge it wouldn't be evil at all! There would be company picnics and Wacky Tie Fridays and really great health insurance and ergonomic chairs, and the frequency of boardroom assassinations would drop dramatically. "I could sit here all day explaining why I did what I did," she says, then fails to do anything of the sort. She just says she couldn't protect the boys then, but she can now if he'll let her. Linc says the easiest way back to his son is through Scylla and Baldy and that's all he cares about. But what if Baldy were out of the picture? Once he's gone, nobody cares about Linc or Michael anymore. She just needs two days. Linc's poor brainbone hurts SO MUCH from all this thinking and considering and whatnot, but he agrees, then goes outside to quietly freak out.

"Um! Chicken Police! Or Something! Do not be alarmed or look too closely at my cool shiny badge!"

The other 75% of Team Justice barges into the Little Havana church with Self's incredibly useful Homeland Security badge. It really helps that no one knows exactly what falls under Homeland Security, so they can say they're investigating an animal cruelty charge even though if you think about it for ten seconds there's no way that's remotely plausible. This is why I love William Fichtner: Because he can say stuff like "If there aren't any chickens, there aren't any chickens, but we're not going to know that until we take a look around" with a straight face and I totally believe him. The priest forbids them to enter the sanctuary but when they go in anyway he decides to pull a gun on them. T-Bag sees it coming and manages to wrestle the gun away and tell him that's not a very heavenly thing to do. Ha, Mom, your security system for your priceless world-changing doohickey is a priest who loses a two-second fight with a one-handed pervert. Nice. Mahone unlocks the door and finds weapons and security badges but no Scylla. The priest tells T-Bag he doesn't know anything about what's in the room, just that a guy asked to rent it and once he had a woman with him. Well that narrows it down. One of the thugs from earlier pulls a gun on T-Bag and Mahone, but Self's itchy trigger finger comes in handy this time and he shoots the thug and the priest. (There's a joke in there somewhere: A thug, a priest and a pervert walk into a church...) Anyway, Michael and Sara find an abandoned um. Motel? School? Business of some kind? People abandon things an awful lot in the Prison Break universe. Anyway, this particular cluster of abandoned structures is just perfect for a chase scene, the end result of which is Michael thwacking the bad guy in the head with a big chunk of Abandoned Building. (Things without which Prison Break could not exist: cell phone conversations, car crashes, abandoned buildings, cryptic handwritten notes, blue sweatshirts.) Michael digs in his wallet and finds - wait for it - a cryptic handwritten note! "7/31 I10R4AZMS 8/1 B2348ROCKWELL1630VS," it reads, cryptically. So July 31st, Interstate 10 from Arizona to Missisippi, August 1st, something something, we'll find out soon enough. "The General should know by now not to mess with us!" Michael taunts the dying baddie. "The General didn't send me!" he gasps, then stubbornly dies without elaborating. Jerk.

"Hey, isn't this the same Abandoned Structure we used to hide from Kim back in Panama? How did it get to the Arizona desert? Weird!"

Self, T-Bag and Mahone head back to their swanky 1986 lair, where Linc is waiting. He declares that they're laying low for 2 days while Christina Rose, The Mom Not The Boat, gets Baldy out of the way. Mahone, who I must remind everyone is almost always right about everything, isn't buying it. The fake IDs/security badges and other up-to-no-good documents they found at the church are dated two days from now; that can't be a coincidence. Linc wants to give her a chance to explain herself, but Mahone, who, again, is always right, says that if she told him to stay away, that was a warning, and he should take it seriously. Linc is all LINC ASK MOMMY FIRST and heads back down to the restaurant where they met before. So now Linc and his big bald bullseye head are just bobbing around in plain view, and of course a sniper has him in his sights. Mom's main henchman is on the phone with the sniper, and tells Christina Rose, The Mom Not The Boat, that Linc might be more of a threat than they gave him credit for - he found the house, after all, and his pals cleaned out the stash at the church. "I told him to stay away," she laments. They have a clean shot. "Take it!" she whispers theatrically. Dun!

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