Hours later. Aurora City Memorial Hospital. The door to Michael's VIP room suddenly burst open and Celia rushed inside. The moment he saw her, his eyes widened. “Celia?” “Oh.” Barry said from nearby, “Forgot to tell you.” Michael snapped his head toward him, “How can you forget something like this?” Barry threw his hands up, “Sorry, man.” “Michael!” Celia ran straight to Michael and collapsed into his arms. He felt her trembling immediately. Even though every part of his body hurt, he wrapped his arms around her carefully and held her close. “For you to come all the way here...” He began softly. “I made you worry a lot, didn't I?” Her face remained buried against his chest, but the movement of her shoulders told him everything. She was crying. Barry and Adrian exchanged a glance, neither said a word. They were relieved too, but this reunion wasn't for them. Quietly, they left the room and headed into the hallway, giving the couple some privacy. Barry stretched as they walked,

“Aww man.” Barry's miserable groan echoed throughout Michael's VIP room as he slumped deeper into his chair, staring helplessly at the laptop balanced on his knees. Hundreds of emails filled the screen. Every few seconds, another notification appeared, another account number, another payment request… Another former guard at the prison island eager to collect the five million Michael had promised. “Why do I have to be the one handling this?” Barry complained as he dragged both hands down his face. Michael sat on the hospital bed while Thomas checked his vitals. At the complaint, he could only offer a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I didn't know they'd be this impatient.” “Impatient?” Barry stared at him. “Michael, these people are acting like their lives depend on getting paid before lunch.” Adrian chuckled from the corner of the room, he had been leaning against the wall quietly watching the chaos unfold. “Of course they are, an opportunity like this comes once in a lifetime.” Barry

Gerald cleared his throat, and the sound alone was enough to quiet the entire room. The whispers stopped immediately, the officials straightened in their seats. Even Mira leaned back slightly, though the annoyance on her face remained. Gerald's eyes settled on Michael, "Are you sure about this?" He asked calmly, "Remember that if you call off this war, starting another one later will destroy everything you work hard to build after dealing with the UCA." Michael didn't answer immediately, he knew exactly what his father meant. The world was watching now, every move the Scofields made would be scrutinized. If they ended this conflict only to begin another one later, it would confirm everything their enemies had been saying about them. After a moment, he nodded. "I'm aware." His voice was steady, "I have no plans of starting another war." Then his eyes shifted sharply toward Mira, "And Mira won't either." A scoff escaped her immediately, "Speak for yourself." The room collectively

In a luxurious study overlooking the lights of a sleeping city, Kendall Sterling sat comfortably in a leather chair with a tablet in his hand. After a few seconds, a brief laugh escaped him. It wasn't loud, but it carried enough amusement to fill the room. He leaned back and shook his head slowly, “They actually caught on. Those Scofield brats are pretty smart, I'll give them that.” Across from him, Ezekiel Vesley reached for the tablet. He skimmed through the article that detailed the official end of the war between Michael and Mira. He set the tablet down and folded his arms, “This hinders our plans greatly. Since they've decided to end the war themselves, we won't have any excuse to go against them with brute force. What now?” Kenny stood from his chair and slowly walked toward the large window behind his desk, he clasped his hands behind his back and stared outside. “We'll wait for now.” He replied calmly, “Let's see how long they can go without being at each other's throats a

The room immediately fell silent and all eyes turned toward the chained man. Cobe groaned, his head hung low for several seconds before he slowly lifted it. The moment his vision cleared, his eyes widened. Michael Scofield and Mira Scofield… The realization hit him instantly and panic followed immediately after. Barry stepped forward and peeled the tape from his mouth. “Hello there, Mr. Marshall. Had a nice nap?” “Still feeling drunk?” Michael asked calmly with a smile appearing on his face, “I can help sober you up.” He nodded toward Mira. She had already been waiting, the irritation from earlier still lingered beneath her skin. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and pulled a taser from her pocket. “Bite down.” She warned. Before Cobe could react, she pressed the taser against his neck and pulled the trigger. The scream that followed right after was deafening. Mira groaned as she stepped back and covered her ears, "I said bite down." Before Cobe could react, she smacke