Oswego was one of the smallest towns I had ever been to. And frankly, I didn't know why the hell we were even here. We made our way quickly through the town and I saw a few small businesses and several houses. This must be what simple living is like. The biggest building I saw was for some storage company. As soon as we entered the tiny town, we were leaving. I thought Michael had said that we need to go to Oswego, why were we just passing through?

Michael directed his brother to a small dirt path just outside of town. If you didn't know it was there, then you probably wouldn't even notice it. We drove through the trees until we came upon an old ramshackle building. Michael wanted us to go here? Lincoln put the car in park and they started heading towards the building. They were all so eager to trust and follow Michael without asking questions. I slowly climbed out of the back seat, and followed behind. We walked to the back of the building where there was some sort of a garage door. It had a padlock on it, but that didn't seem to faze Michael at all. He march right up to it, and punched it some sort of key. The padlock fell into the dirt and he lifted the door up.

I didn't know what I was expecting to be there when the doors went up, but I was a little shocked to just see a couple of empty trash cans. I guess I was expecting like a car, or something bigger than just trash cans. They started moving into the garage and I was the last one in.

"Shut the door." Ordered Michael.

I raised one of my eyebrows for a second at Michael, but slowly pulled down the door. Michael reached down into the trash can and started pulling out shovels. I instantly panicked and backed up towards the door. This is why they were keeping me around. They were going to kill me and bury me. I weighed my options: I could run and see how far I could get, but that would only get me in more trouble if I got caught. I could try to fight them off, but I doubted that I could take Lincoln or C-note. I decided that the only thing I could try to do is talk them out of it.

My terror increased when I realized that they all had shovels except for me. They were definitely going to kill me. I thought that Michael was a better person than that, but I figured he was willing to do anything to make sure that they didn't get caught. I was just staring wide eyed when Michael stood by me to open the door. I was thinking about how and where they were going to kill me. I had my mind made up that Abruzzi would be the one to do it. I hoped and prayed that I could talk him out of it.

We all walked in a single file line back on that dirt path for a little while. I just stared at the ground the whole time. One of the things that hurt the most was that I would never get to say goodbye to Tweener. I wondered if he would be able to move on and meet someone else. Just the thought made my sick. We had turned off the dirt path and I looked up to see a small graveyard.

Oh my God, they were going to bury me alive in a graveyard. My breathing rate started to pick up, and now I was seriously considering running. Michael moved ahead the rest of us to a specific graveyard. He smiled when he read the name. That must be the spot. The others gathered around the grave, and I was the last one to join. I peered over to see that the grave read RIP E. CHANCE WOODS. I thought I might be sick at the thought of lying next to a dead person. I looked up at Michael with pleading eyes.

"Don't do this."

They all looked at me for a moment before Michael stabbed the shovel into the dirt. The rest of the guys continued to dig up the grave at a fast pace. I was trying to fight back the tears as I watched them dig. Maybe they wouldn't dig all the way to the body. I stepped forward and peered into the hole. Suddenly, Michal stopped digging.

"That's deep enough."

They pulled Michael out of the hole and together they pulled out two black bags. My heart rate started to increase as I realized they were going to kill me first and cover me with the bags before burying me. I stared with confusion as I saw that the two bags were full of something. Michael quickly pulled open the bag and started pulling out clothing. He started passing out outfits for the guys.

"Get changed quickly."

I just stared with my mouth hanging open when I discovered that he had hid these clothes here. They weren't going to kill. I immediately bent over grabbing my stomach and started to laugh. The guys were staring at me like I was crazy, but I couldn't stop laughing. I actually convinced myself that they were going to kill me. How stupid could I be?

"Are you alright Laney?" Michael asked.

I nodded my head at Michael, but I was still giggling.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

I turned my head to look at Michael and the rest of the guys, but got caught staring wide eyed when they were all standing without their shirts on. I felt my face starting to flush and I quickly turned my head away. It normally wouldn't be a big deal, but let's face it, those men are extremely good looking. I gave them a few minutes to get dressed, and I spent the time looking at the ground, the sky, the trees, the graves, anything.

I finally looked back their way when they were all dressed. The guys were quite a sight except for Michael and Lincoln. I smiled especially at Abruzzi's pants being way too short. I started to walk over to them and realized that I was still in my muddy, bloody prison uniform. I stopped right in front of them and folded my arms across my chest. They looked at me with shocked eyes.

"Sorry Laney, I uh… didn't anticipate having a girl with us," said Michael apologetically.

Still with my arms folded, I bit my lip and stared at Michael for a second. I wanted this moment to make them all feel guilty. Before I could crack, I heard a vehicle pulling up behind me. The guy's eyes widened and I turned my head to see a big, black SUV pull into the cemetery. I squinted my eyes because I recognized those kinds of vehicles. They looked almost like the kind that the FBI drove around. Someone pulled on my hand and started tugging me along. I picked up my pace a little and soon all of us were hiding behind some trees and bushes. I was hiding behind one of the trees because I still wanted to watch this vehicle. The vehicle just suddenly stopped and both doors opened. My breath caught when I saw that my father came out of the driver's side. My jaw dropped when out of the passenger seat was none other than Agent Mahone.

"Oh. My. God." I whispered.

We all watched as Mahone walked right up to the grave we were just digging in and started inspecting it. How did he know exactly where to go? The guys didn't need to see anything else and they took off running. Michael I stayed watching this guy, both of us were shocked but for different reasons.

"Michael that's…" I started.

Mahone and my father both looked up and saw Michael and I just looking back at them. We both took off running and I could hear the footsteps behind us. We dodged over bushes and fallen trees to try and outrun these two. I couldn't let myself get caught either. I had come too far to just call it quits now. I needed to see this through with these guys. Michael and I pulled out of the trees and were now running across the railroad tracks. We had completely lost track of the others. Good to know they had waited on us. We kept running until we were right back in Oswego. There were actually people walking about now, and we tried to blend in to the crowd.

I didn't know how well of a job I was doing of blending in because I was still in my prison uniform, but I wasn't making a scene. I stole a glance behind me and my father and Mahone were just making it into town. We needed to find a place to hide and fast. I was too busy staring at my dad and Michael quickly pulled on my arm yanking me out of sight. We ran down an alleyway and made it to this old barn where we decided to hide out.

Michael was desperately looking around trying to find his brother, but he didn't realize that we had a whole bunch of other problems right now. I was breathing so hard that my chest was heaving up and down and I had to put my hand to my forehead. We hadn't even escaped for 24 hours and they already brought in Mahone. There was something going on here. Michael was still pacing back and forth, and I rushed over to him and grabbed his arm.

"Michael, do you know who that was?" I asked.

He looked at me confused and shook his head. How had they never heard of this guy?

"Well one of them was my dad, but…" Michael cut me off.

"Your father? You are going to turn us in aren't you Laney?" Michael spat angrily.

"What? No my father he isn't the problem. Michael that is Agent Mahone, possibly the greatest FBI agent ever."

Michael raised his eyebrows like he didn't get the big deal. I ran my fingers through my hair annoyed that he wasn't understanding.

"Every agent in training wants to be like him. He was on the hunt for the greatest serial killer ever, Oscar Shales. They were at a battle of wits, and no matter how close Mahone got, Shales was one step ahead. Then Shales just disappeared. It was almost mysterious."

Michael was looking at me with curiosity written all over his face. Great, I had just sparked his interest in Mahone, and knowing Michael he would probably pursue it. If he was going to be so stupid, then he was going to get himself caught.

"Don't you understand Michael? Mahone doesn't give up, ever. If he is on the hunt for us, then we are going to have be a whole lot more careful, or it's over."