Michael has pulled up at the conference and, realizing he's not getting in without a pass, quickly begins looking for a side entrance. This is why he narrowly misses seeing his mom pull up in a cab. Anyway, the young Bannerjee calls Christina right as she's getting out of the car, and she quickly dissuades him from chatting with Dr. Sandinsky, plows over his reservations, and pretends to accept his offer for revised terms.
We see Slick wandering around the conference hall with his case. Oh, this isn't going to end well for someone. Someone who is not Slick, but someone nonetheless.
Mahone and Don Self are now checking out the unlocked silver rental van. The keys are in the ignition and it's running. Mahone sees that it's been rented in Lincoln's name; Don Self finds plane tickets and fake passports for the three of them. "It's a set-up," Mahone says. "For what?" Don Self wonders. Mahone repeats, loudly, "It's a set-up!" Seriously -- ask the big metaphysical questions later. Get out of the trap now.
It's now 5 p.m. The general's getting antsy, so he flips on the news. On FOX News (of course), someone's bloviating on the "developing story: there's an energy conference in Miami" item. The newsreader explains that "Bannerjee's fragile political position may leave him vulnerable to criticism on the world stage. He has aggressively --" and we don't hear any more, presumably because that's when the FOX News announcer began reminding people that things like "the environment" and "energy efficiency" are code words for National Socialism and it's only a matter of time before people are embroidering samplers that start "When they came for the SUV drivers, I said nothing, for I drove a Prius ..." Also, General Von Baldy has figured out Christina's whole plan for profiting from Scylla: she's going to spark the kind of international incident that prompts a run on the Scylla-hosted technology. You know -- a global world war. Sandinsky says happily, "[General Von Baldy], you're out now. It's over." Von Baldy's tired of Sandinsky, so he tells T-Bag to kill the guy. T-Bag barely bats an eye before doing so. Von Baldy gives him a look like, Well, all right then. Good to know.
Michael has found a side entrance into the hotel, while Linc is sort of lumbering around the main floor -- sweaty, disheveled and in no way distracting any of the attendees from the deathly dull speech on the importance of renewable energy. Apparently the finest scientific minds on the planet are not terribly interested in anything going on in front of their faces. So Linc manages to lock sight of Slick and his case, and the pursuit goes up an escalator and to the terrace that rings the main conference floor.