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"What should we do with him...when will Ben get here...do you think he might wake up soon."

Distant murmurs rang through Riley Poole's ears. A horrible throbbing came from his head. He winced at the pain, hoping it would go away, but as he became more conscious he realized that the pain grew more and more excruciating. He scrunched his eyes and let a groan escape his lips. As the young man's blue eyes opened he realized he was in complete darkness. Murmurs of an argument could be heard outside the door. Riley frantically searched the dark room but all he saw was black. The room was freezing and trembles shook his body. As he grew more panicked he felt an athsma attack come on. Ben had always teased him about having athsma because most children grew out of it, but Riley would probably keep it for the rest of his life. When Riley came completely out his drowsy state he realized he was tied to a chair, his hands tied behind him and his feet tied to the legs of the chair. It was an exceedingly uncomfortable position, for his arms were twisted back behind him. Riley shook. He could tell right away this was a bad situation. He was in the dark, freezing, in horrible pain, beginning to have athsma attack, and not to mention he was tied to a chair. At that moment the door opened, letting light flood into the room, causing Riley to immediately shut his eyes. His eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, making his eyes hurt.

"Well, well, It's about time you woke up Riley," Ian smiled. Riley looked up to see Ian standing before him.

"Where am I," he replied weakly, beginning to have ragged breath.

"Now now, no need for you to be questioning me. But tell me Riley. Where's the money... the finders fee," Ian growled, trying to get to the point. Riley turned and look into Ian's malicious face, spitting right into it. Ian backed away, anger building inside me. He wiped Riley's spit away.

"Fine if that's how you want it to be," Ian grumbled, than backhanded Riley across the face. He screamed and tried to catch his breath as the sting began to wear off.

"Now we'll play nice if you play nice," Ian smirked, looking at the haggard form of the 23 year old who was gasping for air at this point. He coughed a few times, feeling blood surface to his dry, cracked lips.

"Are you ready to answer questions now," Ian asked.

Riley looked up at Ian and shook his head. Frustrated, the blonde man paced around the room, combing his fingers through his long, thick, sandy mane.

"I would have just pulled a gun on you Riley, and killed you right here. And God dammit I wish I could more than anything but I have to wait," Ian said, more to himself than the fellow man in the room.

"What are you keeping me here for? So I can just be your little torture victim," Riley questioned.

"No. The only reason you here is because your to easy..and to weak. It would have been difficult to get Ben here. He's to intelligent, fast, and strong willed for us. The easier thing to do would be to take down his pathetic little sidekick and lure him here," Ian said proudly, as he listened to the brilliance of his own plan.

"Oh yippee," Riley mumbled.

"So tell us Riley. How much money did you receive for the finder's fee," Ian asked casually.

The younger man shrugged.

Ian sighed. "Stop being your stubborn, self centered self and answer the question," he yelled.

"Why so you can know how much to steal. So that you know you have every penny of the finder's fee," Riley retaliated.

"Don't speak that way to me," Ian growled.

"Why? I'm the richer better looking open so why don't you bow down to me," Riley smirked.

"I can tell you one thing Riley Poole. You've certainly have grown a back bone since I last saw you," Ian said, pulling a gun from under his coat. "I don't I can go through with my plan anymore. Shame to lose someone at such a young age. Farewell Riley Poole."

As Ian prepared to pull the trigger the door burst open. "STOP."

The blonde man turned his focus to who came through the door and found himself face to face with Ben Gates.

"BEN," Riley yelled. "I think I could kiss your feet right now."

"Well, well, well, Ben Gates. Turns out my plan did work," Ian chuckled. "How'd you find us."

"Took three days but you made it easy by coming to your old lab," Ben replied.

"Three days! I was out for three days," Riley exclaimed.

"Shut up Riley," Ian screamed. "So Ben. We want you to answer a few questions for us."

"What if I don't," Ben said, glaring at Ian.

"Well, I guess you just don't see who has the advantage here. I have the gun and your best friend tied to a chair if you didn't notice," Ian laughed, pointing the gun at Riley. "Want to answer some questions now?"

"Don't do it Ben! Just go," Riley argued.

With a defeated look on his face, Ben nodded. He was answered by a laugh from Ian and sigh from Riley.

"How much cash did youreceive for the finder's fee," Ian asked, gun still cocked at Riley.

"1 of 10 billion," Ben replied.

"They only offered you 1," Ian said with furrowed brows.

"They offered us 10 but that was to much so I turned it down," Ben explained.

"Still don't get it," Riley said shaking his head.

"Where is the money," Ian said, ignoring Riley's comment.

"The bank," Ben answered.

"What bank."

"Why do you need to know," Ben said sternly.

Without even taking his eyes away from Ben, he turned off the safety on the gun pointed directly at Riley. He then turned his gaze to the young man, whose eyes were as big as dinner plates.

"Sorry Ben," Ian cackled as his grip on the trigger tightened, causing Ben to spring into action. He kicked Ian's knees, causing them to give out and the gun to go sliding across the slick floor. Ian tried to get up and retrieve it but was knocked down by Ben, who kicked him in the back. He then kicked Ian on the side of his head, causing him to fall unconscious.

"Whoa...way to go Ben," Riley smiled. Ben turned his attention to his best friend. It didn't even look like Riley. He was incredibly pallid with a large gash that was still bleeding on his head. Dried blood covered his clothing and deep purple bruises covered his cheek and jaw area.

"Jesus Riley are you okay," Ben asked, running over to friend and beginning to untie him.

"I'm just peachy...what does it look like to you," Riley said sarcastically. "How did you take out Ian's men."

"They were all huddled in a group arguing with one another so it was to just slip by," Ben said. "Can you stand."

Riley did his best to stand but as he did everything spun around him causing him to collapse back down into the chair where he was previously sitting.

"I guess not," Riley said, still trying to focus.

"Here," Ben said pulling him up and allowing him to lean on his shoulder.

"How are we gonna get passed the guards," Riley asked, slightly out of it.

"Ian's gun," Ben smiled, pulling the gun out.

Ben helped Riley through the door when they came to a long white hall.

"What is this place," Riley asked.

"Ian's old lab. Figured he might have been here," Ben replied.

The duo made their way down stairs and through rooms when they finally came to the door.

"Well, so far so good," Riley smiled.

"WAIT RIGHT THERE," a voice called behind them.

"Why do I always speak to soon," Riley said, cursing himself under his breath.

"Get back," Ben said, pulling out Ian's hand gun and backing away towards the door. The thug put his hands up. Ben took advantage of the situation and slipped out the door supporting his best friend on his shoulder still. He helped the younger man into the car and then ran around to the other side just as more thugs came rushing out of the lab. Ben jumped into the car and turned the key. He hit the gas peddle and they sped off, leaving tire marks and smoke behind them. A few gunshots were heard and the side mirror went flying off of the car but otherwise no other damage was done.

"We made it," Riley said happily. "I'm actually alive! Thank you God...and Ben of course! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU."

"Riley?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

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