Kevin anticipated the worst as they drove. What were they going to do? He knew when Marv said he wanted to do "everything he did to us" he knew he was doomed. He wished he could just disappear, but with the handcuff around his wrist he knew he couldn't. What was he suppose to do? Act docile in front of a person who had connections to his mother? He wished Gus would have done something more.

Harry had yelled at him to shut up, which he would have disputed but he was too terrified. He thought he was building up a good relationship with them, as good as a relationship could be between two criminals, but with what happened in the van Kevin knew it wasn't going to be like that anymore. After finding some bravery, Kevin defied Harry and spoke up, "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Harry said in a creepily cheery voice, "What are we going to do, Marv?"

"Maybe hit him in the back with that shovel," Marv suggested.

"Or, I don't know… give him another concussion?"

"Never mind," Kevin muttered.

"You asked," Harry pointed out, "If we're going down, you're going down with us."

"What… do you mean?"

"Might as well teach you a lesson not to mess with us," Harry said.

Kevin tried to keep a straight face, but he panicked. He didn't know what to say to get them to yield. Kevin asked the first question that popped into his mind, "Are you… are you going to kill me?"

Marv smirked, "We might as well. It would be a load off our back."

"Yeah," Harry said. Him and Marv eyed each other, both smirking, "It would also save us money. I've lost a lot of money because of you."

Kevin knew they wouldn't kill him. But, he wanted to hear it from them, first and foremost. Kevin knew they were joking, but he had to make sure. With arrogance in his voice, the boy said, "No, you guys aren't. Right? You guys aren't going to kill me."

"Actually," Marv said, "We are. Harry, lets pull over and talk outside. Discuss the best way to get rid of him."

"Alright," Harry said.

Kevin remained silent. They were kidding, right? He wasn't sure. Marv drove into a country road, speeding down it. According to the map Harry was holding, they were close to a lake. Marv parked the car on the side of the one-way road. Marv and Harry exited the car, talking a little while away from the vehicle.

"I didn't mean we'd actually kill him," Marv admitted, "I was just joking."

"I know. So was I," Harry said. "But I think it would be wise to carry out our little joking a bit farther. He needs to learn where his place is."

"What do you suggest?"

"There's a lake near here, and if no one is there – which is likely in this weather – we take him to it and tell him we're killing him, and dumping his body in the lake."

"I think… that's good." Marv said, a bit unsure. After he recalled that the kid had given away that he had been kidnapped, especially to someone who knew the McCalister's, he became angered all over.

"Alright, let's drive to the lake."

Harry and Marv re-entered the car. Kevin still thought they were joking as they drove down the country road. His heart dropped when he saw a lake.

Marv stopped the car and opened the back door. Neither of the men spoke a word to them, even when Kevin asked what was going on. Marv unhooked Kevin, and led him out to the woods. Before Kevin could see, Harry made sure his gun was empty with bullets just so he wouldn't accidently shoot Kevin.

"Where are we going?" Kevin asked, looking between Harry and Marv. They both held onto him as they walked through the forest. None of them answered, just plainly ignoring him.

When they came to a shore amongst the woods, Marv asked, "You think this is a good spot?"

"No one around," Harry stated, looking throughout the trees, "Yeah. Let's get this over with."

"Wait, what?" Kevin asked, his voice full of fear.

Harry got out his gun, fumbling with it, "Alright. Hold him."

Marv held onto Kevin's shoulders with a death grip. Marv commented, "Shoot so I don't get any blood on my clothes."

"I'll try," Harry said, looking down at Kevin. He was frozen, petrified, just like when they caught him in the Murphy's house after he was caught. "Anything you'd like to say before I shoot the shit out of you?"

Kevin finally came to his senses. They were going to do it; they were going to actually kill him. That's why they were at the lake; they were going to rid his body by throwing him in it. Kevin trembled, trying to get away. Marv held him steady.

"Oh, please, don't!" Kevin cried, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything," Kevin sobbed into his hands, unable to form words anymore. He shook violently, falling to his knees, while he waited for the eventual bullet. Was it going to hurt? Would Harry miss a vital point the first time, ending up in a slow death?

Marv bent down, "I don't think you understand. We told that man our names. He knows our names, do you know what that means?"

Kevin did, but at the time he just shook his head. He refused to look up. He didn't want to see that awful gun again. Marv said, "It means if we're caught by police, it will be your fault. Our lives could be over because of you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Kevin repeated, crying harder. "D-Don't kill me… please!"

"What are you going to do if we spare you?" Harry asked.

"I'm sorry, I won't do anything!"

"I don't believe you," Harry was enjoying this too much, "You have to promise to never defy us again," Harry muttered the last part, "Like that will change anything."

"I promise!" Kevin said, unable to keep calm.

"Fine," Harry put his gun away, "Let's go."

Kevin looked up. The gun wasn't out, to his relief. "Are… are you serious?"

"Come on, get up," Marv shoved Kevin up to his feet. He was glad he wasn't going to die, but he was still frightened. He was shaking so bad he could barely walk, much to his embarrassment. Harry opened up the back doors, shoving Kevin to the van floor. There was a bolt on the floor to tie down large objects. Harry forced the handcuff back onto his wrist and the other end to the bolt. Before Harry shut the door, he warned, "If I hear anything out of you, I will kill you."

Harry shut the doors.