"At last," Mahone whispered.

I didn't know what to do or say, my body went numb as the hammer on his gun clicked again. I imagined Mahone pulling the trigger right there and my brain splattering on the polished window behind me.

"You think you can out run me?"

I didn't reply. Just then there were noise and I looked to see people starting to gather some even going for their phones.

"I'm with the FBI," Mahone said showing off his badge to the people. "It's alright, everything is under control."

Mahone took out a pair of metal cuffs and forced me to my feet. I turned around knowing the routine and felt the cuffs bite into my skin as Mahone did them as tight as he could. He marched me through the crowd and to the spotless black vehicle that was parked just on the curb. Mahone opened it and then forced me in the back. He slammed the door shut and then quickly moved to the other side and got into the driver's seat. He put the keys in the ignition and turned it on then drove away.

I can't tell you how long we had been driving for. I tried to keep awake but my mind was foggy and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. I was ready to pass out when a sudden lurch of the vehicle made my head connect with the window and I groaned in pain. By the time I opened my eyes Mahone was already at my door, he opened it unbuckled me and then literally tossed me onto the ground. Dust clogged my throat and the dirt scratched the insides of my cheeks. I spat out a good wad of saliva and blood.

"Tell me where they went," Mahone demanded he took out his gun once more and pressed it against my temple. I didn't answer and Mahone delivered a kick to my ribs. An explosion of pain went off inside of me and I couldn't help but cry out. Mahone kicked me again and again until I was lying face flat on the ground. I was sure that he had broken my bruised ribs and knew that if I didn't answer him soon then he'd go for my head.

"I don't know," I whispered.

"He must have told you something."

I looked up and we were literally in the middle of nowhere. Desert was as far as the eye could see in all directions. Mahone noticed and grinned nastily.

"That's right," he hissed, "no one will hear you out here. Scream as loud as you want Jason no one will hear you."

I didn't want to believe him but I knew that it was true. I was prepared to get another kick but then I heard a rustle and I turned to see Mahone going through my stuff. He picked through my clothes, the medi-kit and food that I had packed as well as the thousand dollars that Teddy gave me. He examined the money and then walked over to me.

"Where did you get this?" he asked waving the bundle in my face.

"Stole it," I muttered.

"You guys found it didn't you?"

I looked at him. "Found what?"

Wrong answer. Without hesitation he brought his gun down on the back of my neck and I dropped. Stars danced in my vision and I wanted to be left alone but as long as Mahone was here, that wasn't going to happen.

"Where is the silo?" he hissed in my ear.

"I don't know."

He kicked my again in the ribs and I coughed up blood.

"Where is it?"

Mahone turned me over and then brought his foot down on my gut. I cried out in pain and tried to get up but was kicked back down. I looked up to see Mahone looming over me like a vulture over its prey. If he was going to kill me, then let him kill me. But I knew that Mahone wasn't going to let me die, he just wanted to bruise me up enough to make me talk.

"Where is the silo, " – kick -, "Michael," – kick -, " the others," – kick -," and the money?"

By the time he was finished his sentence I felt like throwing up. My sides hurt and every time I inhaled pain would take over my body.

"No more games."

He took out his gun and sent a warning shot sadly that warning shot was my leg.

Pain exploded in my body, my whole leg went numb as I let out a pained cry and then laid there on the ground gasping through the agony. I forced my eyes closed but that didn't seem to help as more stars danced and darkness seemed to join in, swimming in my vision. I could feel something warm trickle down my leg and pool at the base of my pants.

"That was just a flesh wound shot," Mahone gloated and then he pulled back the hammer. "The next one will go to your gut."

But I didn't hear a word he was saying, my surroundings were going in and out and I was having a hard time hearing. Mahone screamed something at me but I couldn't remember what he had said. He shook his gun at me again but at the moment I didn't care if I lived or if I died. Mahone grabbed me by my shirt and lifted me up with strength I didn't know he possessed. I cried out as another wave of pain washed over me. As my hearing slowly came back I could hear my blood drip off my pants plink, plink, plink. I could feel it roll down my pants and soak my socks. I wasn't sure how much blood I was loosing but I knew that if I didn't get help soon I would most likely die. Mahone seemed to finally know what was going on as he dropped me not too kindly and then marched back to his vehicle. I laid there and tried to move but every time I tried to pain would knock me right back down like a big gust of wind. I looked over to see a good fist sized stone. I had an idea.

"I have him right here sir," I heard Mahone say into his cell phone but I was too busy struggling for my life to listen to him. I dragged my body across the dusty road and then managed to grab the rock before Mahone saw me. I looked back just in time to see him grab my good leg and literally yank me back. I tried to kick him but he easily dodged it and knelt down.

"Seem that I might have miscalculated the shot and it had severed an artery," Mahone didn't look to happy when he said it and I have to be honest I actually believed him right there. Cause as far as he was concerned, if I died then he would loose his only lead on Michael. But to me it didn't matter any way because I had no info on Michael, I did however have information on Lincoln but I wasn't going to spill to someone who just so happened to have miscalculated his shot.

"Your life is in my hands now," Mahone reminded, "that was my boss and he wants me to take you in but I'm not really keen on doing so unless you cooperate."

My tongue felt swollen and I couldn't speak no matter how hard I tried.

" Where is Michael?"

I gasped as an unexpected wave of pain left me breathless again.

"Not even Michael then how about…Lincoln?"

I still didn't say anything.

"Fernando or as you might have known him by as Sucre."

Still nothing.

"Franklin or C-note?"

I was starting to feel dizzy from blood loss and this guy talking to me wasn't making me feel any better.

"Theodore Ba-."

I didn't let him finish the sentence as I drew whatever strength I had left and slammed the stone against his head. If he thought that I was going to give Teddy away then he was dreaming. I watched as he dropped to the ground unconscious, not dead sadly but that was enough for me. I struggled to my feet and then hobbled over to the vehicle to grab my things. But not even half way to the vehicle I collapsed in exhaustion and utter pain. I gasped for breath that never came and relief but it never did as the pain came on like waves on water during a windy day. So this is how I die, I thought grimly to myself. But strangely I accepted it, if I were to die out here in the middle of nowhere then so be it. The others (as far as I know) were safe and Teddy had the money (even though he may not deserve all of it). I closed my eyes blocking out the harsh sun and allowed my whole body to relax. I was sure that I was going to die but if I was I wanted to be as relaxed as possible, not like last time: on a prison floor panicking for my life. No, this time it would be different. As I relaxed my body I felt something pressed beneath my back and lift.