Scofield Estate. Barry scoffed as he watched the replay of Mira-Jane Fletcher's arrival on television, "She must feel like some kind of hero or something. Look at that crowd." The screen showed thousands of people cheering as Fletcher waved from her convoy. "Let her have her moment." Michael said calmly from his chair. "Soon, she'll be regretting all of that." Barry looked away from the television. "You still haven't told me what you're planning. Everything we've tried so far has failed. I even spoke to Isaac, he got nothing. How are you so calm?" Michael folded his hands. "Because I'm Michael Scofield." Barry rolled his eye. Michael continued, "And because I believe desperation will always overcome loyalty. Especially when the people you're loyal to keep screwing you over." Barry's expression changed, "Is this about Cobe Marshall?" "We'll see." Barry swallowed. Even after all these years, there were times when Michael completely lost him. The frightening part was that he us

"Ooh, you're cooking?" Mira practically dashed into the kitchen. "You know, I skipped dinner at the estate because I was in no mood to eat. Not with my brother keeping everyone on edge. But coming over here and getting a whiff of this? I change my mind." She returned to the paper bag she had brought and proudly pulled out a bottle of wine. "Good thing I came prepared." Adrian only sighed. "Stand back, you might burn yourself." A few minutes later, he plated everything and carried it to the living room. There wasn't a dining table yet, so they ate around the coffee table instead. Mira kept trying to start conversations about random things. The weather, Snow City, the neighbors, a stray cat she saw on the way over… Eventually Adrian told her to focus on eating before her food got cold. After that, they ate in comfortable silence. When they finished, Adrian uncorked the wine and poured a glass for her first. He slid it across the table, "Drink." Mira looked at the glass, then at h

Mira-Jane calmly turned off her alarm as she had woken up minutes before despite drinking with Cobe the previous day. She sighed and looked at her assistant. “Any news?” The assistant swallowed. “Uh… Y-yes ma’am. They've updated us since last night.” “Really?” She turned sharply, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “That’s pretty fast. I guess that’s a good thing, right?” The assistant looked away. “Well… Uh…”She frowned. “What’s wrong?” “Ma'am, you see… The thing is-” “Speak, for f*ck’s sake! You lost your tongue or something?” Mira-Jane snapped. “At the estate!” The assistant rushed out, “It took under five minutes for Michael Scofield to deal with the assassins. As for his twin that was followed… She didn’t even have to lift a finger, Adrian Blackwood handled them all without getting a single scratch.” Mira-Jane went still for a moment before gasping and stumbling back slightly. “No way… Those damn assassins were supposed to be highly skilled, I even gave them everything the