The plane lands -- and by the way, it rolls right by a terraced housing development, something you're not likely to find in the profoundly flat state of Florida -- and the Splinter Group goons are all, "Guh?" when it a) fails to land right in front of them, and b) is promptly attended to by a security vehicle. The goons drive over, as does Michael. Dr. Sara hops out of the security vehicle and introduces herself to Victor Sandinsky. She smoothly BS's that "We have some concerns about some health risks you were exposed to during the flight" but Michael takes a more direct route by training a gun on Sandinsky. Incongruously, Dr. Sara picks then to make introductions between the two. As the knot of people moves over to Michael's sedan, the pilot notices that Michael's holding a gun on Sandinsky.
Dr. Sara takes the wheel, and Michael's in back with Sandinsky, who begs, "Don't hurt me." Michael claims he won't, but he's rocking a case of the crazy eyes, so it helps him look extra-menacing when he looks back at the SUVs zooming up and adds, "But they will." As Dr. Sara practices her evasive driving, Michael grills Sandinsky, who claims not to know who Christina Scofield is. If Michael believes a word anyone says to him while at gunpoint, he's an idiot. Anyway, Dr. Sara eventually runs out of road and is pinned between two Splinter Group SUVs. Everyone is ordered out at gunpoint. An anonymous goon shuttles Sandinsky to another car, and two more decide that now would be a fine time to kill Michael and Dr. Sara. Before they can, however, they are themselves killed by Mahone. I KNOW. He just happens to have shown up with the rest of his crew, and he drops the guys in two shots. Then Mahone takes out the people in Sandinsky's vehicle. Linc comes over to ask if Michael's okay, and while the two are sharing an awkward silence, Don Self bundles Sandinsky into his third mysterious vehicle in as many minutes. Then Michael snots, "What are you going to do, shoot me?" Linc merely replies, "I warned you not to come, Michael. I'm doing this for us. For family." Michael whines that "It's not over, not by a long shot," but Linc just turns on his heel and walks off. Sheesh -- when did Michael turn into such a petulant little princess? And when did Lincoln turn into the brain trust? Clearly, I can never take a week off for brain surgery again, because everything is upside-down when I come back.
Some time later, Lincoln, Mahone and Don Self are busy asking Sandinsky if the name "Christina Rose Scofield" means anything to him. Since both Don Self and Mahone are seasoned interrogators, this does not go easy on Sandinsky, but he convincingly snivels that he's never heard of Christina, the One World Conspiracy or Scylla. We do find out that Sandinsky's a professor at Dartmouth, and that he is in Florida because "I got a call from the organizing committee of the Progressive Energies Conference here tomorrow. They said they would fly me out and put me up in a hotel if I gave a short presentation." Linc looks frankly skeptical about the story, but then again, Lincoln is not exactly a trade-show circuit veteran, unless the trade shows in question focus on smashing people, places and things. He asks Sandinsky where his mobile phone is. Although Sandinsky thinks it's in his jacket, it's really not. Linc immediately assumes the worst-case scenario: "Why are you lying to me?" Sandinsky swears he had it, he truly did.