The team gets started. First order of business: disabuse Roland of any notion that anything he does will not have to be approved by Michael first, including picking a bedroom. Second order of business: watch Lincoln go through his by-now-drearily-standard threats to "settle up" with Mahone once whatever urgent task they have to collaborate on is finished. Mahone, who truly looks as if the only thing keeping him alive is the prospect of extracting revenge upon the One World Conspiracy, is like, "I believe I can accommodate you there." Third order of business: Michael motivates the troops. He says, "Obviously, there's a lot of history in this room -- that's a given. But if we're going to pull this off, it's going to take all of us. We got to work together. So if anyone has a problem, get it out now. You want to clear the air with someone, now's the time." Oh, everyone has problems, but nobody feels like sharing them.
Mahone gets them started on the real task, explaining Whistler's assignment (drop off Scylla to the stereotypical silver-haired embodiment of corruption), and explains that said silver-haired embodiment of corruption is referred to as the "cardholder" and his job is to keep Scylla safe. This guy completely failed at his job! How is he still alive? Anyhoodle, Mahone didn't get a chance to lay eyes on the cardholder, but he did check out the driver. Using his still-sharp FBI observation skills, Mahone narrows down the field of potential guys they're looking at: ex-military, between the ages of 45-55, making six figures and in private security. He figures Don Self can pull tax records using those parameters, which should narrow it down to about 50 people, and from there, Mahone can make a visual ID. "Find the driver, you find the card holder," he says.