Ian stepped toward Riley menacingly, at the same time that Riley turned around and ran through the kitchen, heading toward the front door in an attempt to save himself. There was no way he was planning on going anywhere with Ian, if he could help it.

He was still a few feet away from the door, when he felt a piercing pain on the side of his head and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Hours later, Riley awoke, stiff and uncomfortable. He was lying on an old, grey couch that looked like it had seen better days. He stood up, and looked around, one hand on the back of his head where he had been hit earlier.

"Where...am I?" He mused, as he stood up.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Ian Howe walked in.

"Sit down," Ian told him, motioning toward the couch. "We need to talk."

Riley sat down, and waited to find out what Ian wanted to talk about. Ian grabbed a chair, and sat down across from Riley.

"I thought you were supposed to be in jail," Riley told him, looking up questioningly.

"Yes, well. I had a friend of mine help me with that little problem." Ian smirked.

"So... What am I doing here. And where's Ben and Abigail? Are they ok? I'm thirsty, could you get me a glass of water? Why did you kidnap me" Riley started to ask a few more questions to his kidnapper, but he stopped when he saw the gun that Ian pulled out of his pocket and aim at Riley.

"Do you ever shut up?" Ian yelled at him, annoyed.

Riley shook his head. "Not really."

Ian rolled his eyes, and mumbled a few choice words under his breath.

"You are going to hack into the Bank of America for me, and take 80 million and put it into an unmarked swiss bank account"

Ian told him, still pointing the gun at him.

Riley frowned. " Is that even possible? Why would I want to, if you keep threatening to kill me all the time? That is so illegal!"

"So is stealing the Declaration of Independance. And, Oh! Kidnapping the president!"

"I didn't kidnap anyone, Ben did. And it was because of the treasure, Ian. Not just for greed."

" Riley, if you don't do this for me, you will never see Ben or Abigail again. Now, are we understanding each other?"

" Fine. If this is what I have to do to keep them alive, then fine. But you'd better get me my laptop. I have some research to do." Riley told Ian, glaring at him as fiercely as he could.