You sit in an empty bar across from a nondescript Lincoln Burrows, slowly sipping your drink and looking at him, listening to the terms. Michael his brother is in Sona, Whistler too, you have different ways and different terms of this shitty contract.

"I want to see if she's alive. photo." Linc hissed and looked at you as if he wanted to gouge your eyes out with his fingers. he knew his brother cared about Sarah and he had to make sure she was okay.

you huff quietly and sip your drink, looking at him "oh please. I'd rather let you bang me here in that bar than give you any proof that she's still alive." you said impudently with hiss.

Linc crosses his arms across his broad chest and looks at you with an insolent gaze, saying "not a very interesting proposition". he said with stern face