Nathan held the pistol up above him, signaling to Shoreline that he wasn't going to shoot. He threw the gun toward Rafe's feet, where Nadine picked it up. She hissed at Rafe, "Don't worry Nadine. It's not their style."

"What can I say? Didn't think he had it in him," he flashed a quick smirk.

Diana had remained silent, aiming her .45 at Nathan — at least until Orca and Knot lowered their guns. She hated to do it, but this time around he was their rival. As much as she would have liked to be working alongside him, Diana couldn't. If only all this happened a few years earlier; she wouldn't have been forced to threaten her friend's life. She holstered her weapon, watching as Rafe approached Sam. He gave the taller man a look as he said the latter's name briefly, brushing some dirt off of Sam's shoulders as he said calmly, "I guess you knew this was coming, huh?"

Then Rafe pistol-whipped him in the nose.

It made both Nathan and Diana flinch, the woman immediately barking "Rafe!" as an attempt to stop him before he aimed his gun at Nate, who said, "C'mon, you've already got us, Rafe. Just...take it easy. You're a businessman. Let's just...work out a deal."

"A deal? Sure. I'd love to hear what you have in mind —" Rafe punctuated his reply with a kick to Sam's nose while he was still on the ground. Everyone paused for a moment, making Rafe continued, "Go ahead. I'm listening."

Nate pulled Sam up to his feet. "All right...you wanna find Avery's treasure? We'll help you find it."

Rafe deadpanned, "And in exchange, I let you live?"

"Yeah...and a small cut. Enough to get Sam his freedom."

Rafe burst out laughing, turning to look at Diana for an instant before continuing, "His freedom?"

"Yeah, he did hard time, our time. And the guy who got him out, Hector Alcazar, Sam owes him a lot of money —"

Diana glanced between Nathan and Rafe, saying slowly, "Hector Alcazar's been dead for like six months, Nate."

Rafe started laughing again, gesturing between himself and Diana. "— We're the ones that got Samuel out."

Everyone fell silent.

"Oh no…" Rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, stifling another laugh, "Wow. What did he tell you?" he paused, "Sam. What kind of story did you cook up? Alcazar? Really? You lied to your baby brother?"

Diana frowned at Sam for a moment. Her hand rest on the grip of her pistol, which sat in a heavily worn leather holster on her hip.

"Thing is, I never stopped looking for Avery's treasure, Nate. I just kept running into these dead ends, y'know?" Rafe looked back at Diana, "Then our mutual friend here finds out that your brother here is still alive and somewhat well. There was no breakout, no Alcazar. I just flashed some money and Samuel here waltzed right out the front gate...He's spent the last two years tracking down that Saint Dismas cross, and you know what? He did it all with us."

Diana waved slightly, offering Nathan an equally meek shrug. The confused look on his face made her feel terrible. But now it was somewhat fair. He'd never told her about Sam. Why should she feel obligated to tell him that she had been working with his brother for the past two years?

"Sam? Care to refute?" Rafe sauntered back toward Diana and flashed her a smug grin as Sam tried to explain, but Nathan wouldn't hear it. From what Diana had gathered from speaking to Sam in the past and just the way the Drakes had interacted, Sam was a hugely important part of Nathan's life, even if she didn't know about Sam's existence until Rafe began pursuing Avery's treasure again.

Rafe continued, "Look, Nate — if it's any consolation, he duped me too. Pulled a Houdini on me, he brought you and that old man back into the mix — and I cannot lie, Sam, that really pissed me off," his tone got serious again at the end before he perked up once more, "But you know, 's all behind us now.

Sam glared at him. "You don't deserve it."

"And you do?" Rafe chuckled, "...Last I checked, we were all a bunch of thieves, digging around where we shouldn't."

Nadine was getting impatient. "End this, or I will."

His brows quirked upward, and soon his gun was pointed at Sam again. "Well, you heard the lady—"

Nate interjected, "Hey, you miss one clue and you can kiss finding that treasure goodbye. Said it yourself; you keep running into dead ends. You need us."

Rafe kept his gun aimed at him for a moment. He nodded a few times, and the gun moved toward Nathan instead. "You're half right...I just need Sam."