AN: I was going to wait until 50 reviews to update, but I was really, really impatient to get this chapter up, so I guess you guys lucked out! Also, there is one bad word later in this chapter. I don't think you all would be too concerned, but just in case...

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. It would be cool if I did though.

24 hours were left until the deadline. Abigail and Riley were sitting next to each other in the back of a van. Of course, Ian hadn't bothered to ensure comfort for his two captives, and had gotten only a two seat van. Ian's men were following in a different car. Riley was knocked against Abigail as the van swerved without warning. They were going somewhere, but they had no idea where. Ian had come to each of them a few hours ago, and told them it was time to move. Riley suspected that it was to keep the FBI off his trail. Ian was smart. Riley had to give him that. But he wasn't smart enough. Riley had figured out the clue. Beneath Virginia's house of Law. The House of Burgesses, he guessed. Through the door, obvious. Same key, he thought, might refer to the key in the tube that the paper had been wrapped around. The van swerved again, and this time Abigail crashed into Riley.

"Be careful Ian," snapped Riley, manuvering his way out from under Abigail.

"Shut up," Ian retorted.

Riley opened his mouth to respond, but Abigail touched his arm and shook her head. "It's not worth it," she whispered.

The van stopped suddenly. Both hostages slid across the floor of the van. The door was flung open. Riley half considered making a break for it, but he decided not to. It wouldn't help him or Abigail if he got shot. Ian's men pulled them roughly out of the van. They were in a large field in front of a couple of buildings. One looked like a once grand, closed down hotel, but the other looked like an old storage shed. One of the men tripped Riley as he walked and caused him to fall hard onto the ground. "Watch your step Riley," chided Ian as he exited the van.

After he got up, Riley muttered something extremely rude under his breath and the man tripped him again. "Leave him alone!" protested Abigail.

Ian turned on her. "Listen carefully," he said. "Both of you. Ben didn't call you for nothing. I think you both know what the next clue is. And I know I am going to find out. There are three ways this can happen. One, you tell me. Two, you convince Ben to tell me. Three, I force it out of you. So, which will it be?"

"Ben didn't tell us anything," argued Riley, knowing he was a much better liar than Abigail. "Don't you think if he knew the clue, he'd tell you to keep us safe?"

Ian stepped towards Riley. He tried to stand his ground and stay protectively in front of Abigail. "You know," I'm not sure he would." Ian took another step. "I think, he'd call the FBI and they'd trace his phone calls, and you would all end up double crossing me. So, from now on, I'm going to stop being nice and make sure there's no possible way I'm getting the wrong information." He looked from one to the other. "Is that clear?" Abigail nodded, figuring it was the smart thing to do, while Riley was still glaring daggers at Ian.

"That was being nice?" he asked.

Ian nodded at Riley. "Him first." The men seized both of Riley's arms and dragged him towards the building that looked like a storage shed. Ian then took Abigail and led her to a room inside the closed up hotel. It was much nicer than the concrete cell, and even though it was tiny and only had one small bed, it at least had a bathroom and electricity.

"I'm not impressed," she lied. "What are you going to do to Riley?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," said Ian dismissively.

"So you say," she said.

"He'll come through it in one piece. Probably," assured Ian.

"You're a monster!" cried Abigail.

Ian just chuckled. "Don't worry. If your friend doesn't cooperate, I'll see you in an hour… or so," he left the room with a smile that gave Abigail chills. She laid down on the bed but she couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw terrible visions of Riley, dead on the floor, Ben crying, Ian laughing. She could also hear screams, but couldn't tell if she was imagining them or not. Abigail sat up, resting her back against the headboard and hugged her knees to her chest.

"Hurry Ben, please hurry," she whispered.

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"Hello, Riley," said Ian. He walked into the room and slammed the door. It was another concrete room, much like the one Riley had been locked in originally. But now he was chained to the wall.

"Go to hell," he retorted.

"That's not nice at all," said Ian. He punched Riley in the stomach. Riley groaned. "Now, what's the clue?" Riley didn't look up. Ian whacked him with the butt of his gun. "I said, what's the clue?"

"I told you, I don't know," said Riley defiantly. Ian slapped Riley across the face.

"I'm losing my patience!" Ian roared.

"Losing?" Riley managed to ask.

"When will you learn, Poole, that you are not in charge here?" asked Ian. Riley half shrugged. Ian slammed Riley's head against the wall, knocking him unconscious for the third time in 36 hours. He gestured to the two men standing by the door. "Take him away," he said tonelessly. Riley would talk. They always talked. It was just a matter of time. And he only had 23 hours of it left.

AN: Well, Ian's being a real ray of sunshine today, isn't he? Please Review!