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Wyatt lurks in the parking garage, taking me and Self by surprise. I don't guess Self knows about Wyatt, does he? Shouldn't they maybe tell him to keep an eye out for this assassin who kills little boys and is thisclose to finding all of them? Anyway, he says he's an associate of General Krantz, which is not nearly as catchy as Baldy. Wyatt wonders why Self is so curious about the General, and Self quickly covers that he's Homeland Security and it's his job to protect people who make attractive terrorist targets. Wyatt is all, oh, in that case perhaps you would like to share what specific threat Baldy is under? Self is clearly shitting bees but holds it together well enough to haughtily declare that he doesn't normally reveal classified information to mysterious civilians who corner him in parking garages. Wyatt is like, thanks but no thanks, pal, we like our privacy. The "you do NOT want to fuck with me" subtext is unspoken but comes across loud and clear. Wyatt notices the LAPD 11th precinct parking tag on Self's dashboard. Well crap.

Back at the Batcave, Self turns over the Data Sucker Upper to Michael and asks him how well he knows Mahone. Michael says he knows Mahone wants to take the Company down just as bad as the rest of them, or worse. Self reminds him that he's a huge liability, and that if Wyatt can find him, he can find Mahone. Self says he can't get him out, but he can get to him. He kindly offers to "get rid of that angle" if Michael thinks Mahone is the chatty type and might jeopardize the mission.

"Hmm, we could save Mahone...or we could leave him in jail and his floppy hat will be mine, all mine! Muahaha!"

Speaking of that angle, the desk officer is telling Mahone he might be able to make him a deal if he'll spill the beans about whatever he and his younger, floppy-hatted friend were really up to at the track. Mahone thinks pretty hard about his unique relationship with Michael, and his poor bereaved wife, but says nothing.

The A-Team decides to start working on a plan for Cardholder #5. Of course he has a huge elaborate security system that will trigger an alarm if it's breached, but also if the power is cut. So they're just going to have to double the power and blow it out instead. Bellick wants to be clear on what his role is and what exactly is going to happen - after all, we've established that if you get caught, you get caught, "tough titties." Ha. Bellick's complete lack of tact amuses me. Sucre agrees, but Roland says Mahone's a Fed, you really think he's not going to make a deal? Linc, despite the fact that he agreed with this sentiment a few minutes ago, tells him to shut up. Linc just likes telling Roland to shut up. The bottom line is that no matter what, they simply cannot break him out of a police station, so they'd best get back to the task at hand.

T-Bag is trying to decipher the cool invisible messages Whistler left for himself. So okay, here's a question: if Whistler was trying to steal Scylla, and Gretchen was working with Whistler, does that mean Gretchen is a good guy? Or was Whistler a double-agent? Huh? Anyway, T-Bag is counting paces in his office, trying to find whatever Whistler meant by "8x10," and hey, this storage closet seems to fit those measurements.

Michael takes his crisis of conscience to Sara. Are they really going to just leave Mahone in jail? Sara, who is the smartest person in the room most of the time, says that she doesn't know what Mahone would do if the roles were reversed, but she does know that he's a federal agent and he'd finish what he started. So maybe they should think less about who hurt whose feelings and more about what's best for the mission.

Menacing glare or sly come-hither stare? You decide!

And speaking of Mahone, Wyatt has followed Self's parking tag to the 11th Precinct. He checks the visitor's log and sees that Don Self visited Frank Zwan earlier. Bingo! The desk guy says Frank can't have any visitors right now cause he's about to be arraigned, but Wyatt makes it a point to glare menacingly through the bars. Nice menacing glare, Cress Williams. The desk guy tells him which courthouse to go to, you know, "for moral support." And by "moral," he means "merciless," and by "support," he means "slaughter."

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