You tremble in his arms, bitter, icy tears flowing down your rosy cheeks.. you just killed a man, a very very bad man but that doesn't change the fact that your moral dignity has fallen like never before not to mention the psychological damage. Lincoln was acquitted just a few hours ago but what if you were and are still being chased by the feds.

you're sitting on the ground of some abandoned little house on a lake in panama, in michael's arms all spread out and he's kissing your temples to help calm your heart.. your eyes are blurry, your breathing is heavy and ragged and instead of Michael's words your ears pick up the sounds of the Panamanian police outside.

"come out!" - "come out and no one will get hurt!"

you feel like sticking glass in your ears to stop hearing it.. you look terrified at Michael who gives you a short but tender kiss on the lips and says

"let's go out..".. "give me the gun".

you give him the gun without thinking, after all he is the one who knows how to use it, certainly not you.. you gave him the gun without looking for the hidden motives and intentions..

after a few deep breaths, you wipe your tearful eyes and stand up, walking out the building door with your hands raised up, Mike quickly follows you out as the police shout half Spanish half English, he suddenly grabs you by the arm and puts the cold barrel of a gun to your jaw shouting loudly

"I'll kill her! Not a step before or I'll put a DAMN bullet in through her head!" He yelled with aggression and seriousness in his voice

you froze not knowing what was happening.. this idiot wanted to take all the blame on himself..

"No, no no!" you screamed as the policemen forcefully and brutally knocked Michael to the ground

Mike doesn't give up and tries to throw himself and keep shouting. "I killed him! I KILLED!" he screams and the police handcuff him tightly and aim their guns at him.