Let's see how Mahone and the Brothers McSullen are doing. Answer: not well. Mahone and Linc are engaged in a firefight with Christina's goons while Michael and Scylla run off. Linc sends the other two on their ways with Scylla and stays behind to shoot his gun until it's out of bullets. We get a shot of him rolling his eyes and wishing he could re-deliver his monologue about how he can't beat the odds anymore. It doesn't look good for Linc, is what the deal is.
Okay: hands up, all of you who never tire of seeing Dr. Sara get taken down by someone physically, then tied up and/or abducted. No? Nobody? You mean I'm not the only one who tires of the good doctor being in perpetual peril? Who occasionally thinks, Holy gawow, this is the quite possibly the only person in America whose life was safer and happier when she was a morphine addict? Good. Because since we're all Over This, I can just sum up this scene in a few sentences: FOX News has already dragged out the talking heads to issue ill-informed blanket condemnations (at last! Some semblance of verisimilitude regarding how that operation does things!), Dr. Sara is watching the news, and then Dr. Sara is subdued by a wiry man with one arm who manages to persuade her that really, she should be used to being tied up in this apartment by now.
Michael and Mahone manage to hide out in an alley and Michael promptly begins fretting about Lincoln: "He's taking too long. Something's happened. We need to go back for him." Mahone is like, "No, actually, we don't. Call first." As Michael's waiting for Linc to pick up, Mahone wonders aloud, "Now that we have this, what the hell are we going to do with it?" Michael just gives him a look like I have no idea. Plus he's out of his mind with worry over Linc. Once he hangs up, his phone rings. "Linc?" Michael quickly asks. But no -- it's General Von Baldy drawling, "I heard about the bank robbery on the radio. You boys just can't stand to be out of the news, can you? I assume you've got Scylla?" Michael lies, "We're close. We'll keep you posted." General Von Baldy lets Dr. Sara pipe up just then that they're all in her apartment, and the General says coldly, "I know you have it. Christina wouldn't risk a shootout otherwise. Now, I'm going to make this easy for you: bring me Scylla, or this time, Sara's death will not be faked." He clicks off.