Spade looked at Diabla, who was being held hostage…by a federal agent.

"I'll ask one more time before I decide to blow your fucking head off! Who the fuck are you?!" screamed a raging Spade.

"I'll ask the questions, Mr. Spade," said the agent holding Diabla hostage. "But since you're being so kind to me, I guess I feel obliged to answer. I'm Agent Drake, FBI."

"Wait a minute," said Castle, stepping up. "Joseph Drake?"

Agent Drake looked at Castle with a squint in his eyes.

"Well, well, boys," said Drake with a smile. "It's the Punisher himself, Francis Castle."

"Joe, what are you doing?" Castle demanded. "Why are you guys getting involved in this dirty business?"

Drake looked at Castle again.

"And if I tell you, Frank, will you 'punish' me?" mocked the crooked agent. "You're in no condition to be 'punishing' anyone because it looks like you're outgunned."

"Not if we can help it, asshole!" screamed Diabla.

"Bitch, plea--!"

Diabla quickly snatched the pistol out of Drake's hand and this time, the tables were turned.

"Damn you, you bitch!" hissed Drake. "You're still screwed. FIRE!!!"

Guns were fired, glass was broken, and doors were kicked in. It was Diabla's forces, in large swarms! Castle and Spade revealed AK-47s with armor-piercing ammo from underneath their trenchcoats, took cover, and joined the battle. Diabla shoved Agent Drake away and shot him in the leg and one of his hands. She joined the fight, busting open a crate and pulling out twin HK-5s, also equipped with armor-piercing bullets. The trio blazed and fended off the dirty feds, along with Diabla's vigilante forces.

"Fucking donut-eating lames!" screamed Spade. "Fuck all you dick-sucking bitches!"

The crooked agents were being forced to retreat. Agent Drake crawled to safety and into a civilian car. The unfortunate occupant of that car...well, let's just say that the dumb motherfucker's brains were scattered all over the seats and the driver's side window. WIth one hand, Drake managed to grip the steering wheel and was practically leaning on the accelerator, going full speed.

Back at the battle, one agent had a Molotov cocktail.

"Let the mother burn!" he screamed as he threw the Cocktail into the warehouse.

The gunpowder and all the explosive material there was set ablaze and caused a chain reaction. Spade, Castle and Diabla saw the large blaze and searched for a way out.