They found Celia waiting outside the main building as their headlights swept across the driveway. She stood near the entrance steps with her arms folded tightly across her chest, the wind brushed against her hair. And even from inside the car, Michael could tell she had been standing there for a while. They pulled up in front of her. “Where the hell have you two been? It’s almost midnight.” She asked as soon as they stepped out. There was no humor in her tone, only worry that had turned into frustration. “We’re sorry.” Barry replied quickly, “We had a bit of trouble at Moons University.” Celia frowned. “Trouble at Moons University? Is that where you went?” “Yeah. And we-” Barry paused mid-sentence when he glanced at Michael. Something unspoken passed between them. “Actually… You’ll hear every detail tomorrow. Goodnight, Celia.” Before either of them could stop him, he hurried off toward the entrance, clearly giving them space. Michael watched him disappear before turning back

The alarms blared violently through the estate, cutting through the quiet of the night like a knife. Lights flicked on in rooms one after the other and footsteps echoed along the hallways. Adrian had escaped. Michael walked quickly down the corridor, soldiers rushing behind him as they updated him in short, nervous bursts. “How come no one noticed?” He asked tightly, barely slowing his stride. “We were talking just outside his room, sir.” One of the soldiers explained, trying to keep up. “Then we heard the glass of the balcony door shattering. How he got out of the chains still surprises me.” “And you didn't see him after?” “...No sir.” They reached the room, the balcony doors were shattered outward and glass scattered across the floor. The chains lay broken on the bed, metal twisted as if forced apart by something far stronger than ordinary hands. Michael stood there for a second, jaw clenched, “Alert everyone, there's no way he's gotten far. Do a clean sweep around the enti

Scofield Estate. It became quiet as a graveyard after Michael and the soldiers had moved out, but the tension inside Celia’s room made it feel as tight as any battlefield. Her mother stood near the window, arms crossed, watching the grounds below as if she could see the war from there. “You keep defending him.” She said without turning around. “Michael Scofield has pulled you into things you were never meant to touch.” Celia tightened her grip on the edge of her desk. “He didn’t pull me in, I chose to stand with him.” Her mother finally turned, eyes sharp. “And look where that choice has brought you. Injuries, disappearances, constant danger. Do you think this ends well for anyone who gets close to him?” Celia’s voice rose slightly. “He’s trying to end it. That’s the difference.” Her mother let out a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Every man at war says that in the beginning. Then the war changes them, and they don’t even notice it happening.” Celia shook her head

Killian yanked the metal rods out of Michael’s body without hesitation and threw him to the floor violently, a satisfied smile on his face as blood splattered across the concrete. The pain was blinding, it swallowed Michael whole. His abilities flickered on and off like a dying lightbulb. The glow in his right eye dimmed and sparked unevenly. For a moment, he couldn’t feel his arms or legs, he couldn’t even lift his head. The world tilted sideways, sound fading into a dull hum as unconsciousness tried to pull him under. Killian approached slowly, “I honestly wanted to remain on your side, Michael.” His voice was almost thoughtful when he said this. “But there was no way I could achieve my goals playing foot soldier. That’s why I planned my own dismissal by inflicting this injury on myself.” He let out a soft laugh, “And when I read my own files, I was almost in tears at how convincing it looked. A brave soldier who gave his all even after losing his wife and daughter, but suffered

Michael barely had time to react before the second explosion ripped through the remains of the faculty building. The ground shook violently, and debris rained down like burning hail. Barry felt the shockwave hit his back, but before it could knock them over, Michael had already grabbed him by the collar and dragged him further away. He didn’t stop there, he hauled the two unconscious guards with him, shielding them with his own body as flames burst outward behind them. They hit the pavement hard, rolling across gravel and ash. A blast of heat rushed over them, so intense it felt like standing in front of an open furnace. When the rumbling finally died down, what remained of the chemical technology faculty was nothing but collapsing beams and roaring fire. “Damn…” Barry cursed under his breath, staring at the inferno. He turned to Michael, who was still kneeling, breathing heavily. “Do you think he made it?” Michael shook his head slowly, eyes fixed on the burning wreckage. “I do