Everyone runs into the cabin. Linc smashes out a window and fires a gun a few times while everyone else ducks to stay out of the returning volley. Linc is a lousy shot. So is the guy with the submachine gun, given that he's got a submachine gun and he can't hit anything in the cabin with it.

Back at Sona, a guard is busy beating T-Bag, as Sucre watches nervously. We can tell the guard has no imagination, because he has not grabbed T-Bag's prosthesis and used it as a cudgel. That would have been more devastating to T-Bag, to be sure. Anyway, where Bellick was a sniveling little baby as he took his beatdown, T-Bag's a combative little Don Rickles, insulting everything about the guy who is currently making him bleed his own blood. General Mestas is storming around the office, and as he makes his rounds, he notices Captain Mullet standing guard over Sucre. The general asks, "What the hell is he still doing here?" and Captain Mullet says wanly, "He has an outstanding warrant." The general orders, "Unless it's for murder, get him out of here!" Hey, it might turn out to be Sucre's episode after all!

We switch back to the cabin, where the guy with the big gun is ducking behind a tree every time he hears the pop-pop-pop-pop of bullets from the cabin. Susan B. pulls up and does her own shooting as she assesses the situation. The big gun-totin' guy tells her they're barricaded in the house. Susan B. sits tight for a moment, then gets up and walks over to the other guy. He's all, "What are you doing? Get back!" and she replies, "All that gunfire and they only hit your car three times?" The stooge does not reply, "I'm paid to shoot things, not notice my surroundings." Susan B. kicks open the cabin door and notices the tape recorder playing the gunfire. Then she notices that there's a road behind the cabin leading to parts unknown. I am sort of in awe of Linc and Sucre managing to craft the audio decoy plan and find a cabin situated in the middle of a road in the middle of nowhere. Susan B. opens her mouth and bellows. "Son of a b --" Beeep! Linc has just gotten into traffic with the hoopty old sedan he's driving now. Whistler is leaning over the front seat, saying, "You've done a great job of getting us out of the frying pan, but it'll be for nothing if we end up back in the fire." Whistler is a big ball of negativity, isn't he? Lincoln thinks so anyway. "They want you, they get you -- it's that simple," he says. Whistler protests, "This is not about me -- it's about Sofia and your son. Michael, tell him! Tell him these people just won't let us walk away." What magic words does he think Michael can use? Does Whistler really think that poor Linc -- he who discovered Dr. Sara's head in a box, he who was framed, he whose ex-wife was killed and son was framed -- is oblivious to what the One World Conspiracy can do? Michael tells Whistler to cram it.