When Riley awoke, he was lying on a cement floor. His wrists were tightly tied, and his head hurt incredibly.

"Ian!" He yelled, pushing himself to a sitting position. "Untie me now!"

When Ian opened the door to the basement,and walked up to face Riley, he looked incredibly angry. Riley's head was throbbing from being knocked out earlier, and his chest felt bruised from being tackled at the carpark.

"Why would I untie you? So you could try and escape again? No way." Ian told him, taking the gun out of his jacket pocket.

Ian squatted down, until he was face-to-face with Riley.

"You ratted to the FBI, and tried to escape more then once. Why should I show you any mercy?"

"Uh...Because Ben will hunt you down and shoot you if anything happens to me. And because i'm just so cute and adorable."

"In your dreams." Ian retorted, pushing the gun into Riley's chest, making him wince a little. "Any last requests before you die?"

Riley looked up at Ian, and giggled. Ian stared at him. This was not the way Riley was supposed to be acting. Riley was supposed to be scared of Ian's fear tactics and death threats, and beg for his life, not giggle like a little kid. Maybe he'd hit him harder on the head then he'd thought...

"Ok, I have one request." Riley finally spoke, laughing.

"Umm...Ok. What is it?"

"Let me at least say goodbye to Ben and Abigail before you kill me."

"Out of the question. You'll tell him where you are."

Riley smirked up at his captor, before responding. "That doesn't make any sense! I don't know where I am at all. I'm in a basement. A cold basement."

"Ok, point taken. You have five minutes. Then you die." Ian quickly untied the rope around Riley's wrists. He gave his cellphone to Riley and sat back a few feet.?

Ben picked up the phone on the third ring. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ben. It's Riley."

"Riley? Oh my God! Are you ok?"

"My head hurts. I'm cold. I'm still kidnapped. Ian gave me five minutes to say my goodbyes, then he shoots me."

"Shoots you!"

"Yeah. Because I emailed Agent Sadusky."

"Is Ian there?"

"Yeah, he's sitting a few feet from me, actually."

"Ok, we have your laptop. A kid at the mall found it in the parking lot, and called your cell to return it to you. Do you still have Ian's cellphone being tracked on your laptop?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you know where to find it?"

"Uh, there's a folder named Tracking. Is that the right program?"

"Yeah. It's it."

"Riley, I need your password for the laptop."

"Oh, yeah. Roswell, like the town."

"Got it. Ok, I opened the program." Ben quickly found a list of people Riley had tracked before, by using their cellphones.

On the bottom of the list was Ian Howe, from when he was using a GPS on Ian's phone during the first treasure hunting.

"Ok, program is up, and we are ready to find you."

"Ok, bye Ben. Say hey to Abigail for me, will you? See you later if I don't get murdered." Riley hung up the phone, and held it out to Ian with a smile. Ian gave him a really weird look, and took the phone from him.

"Ok, Riley. It's time you died now." Ian told him, pointing the gun yet again at Riley.

Riley closed his eyes, and leaned against the wall behind him. Man, was he ever tired.

Ian smiled, and pulled the trigger.