"Well, well. We meet again, Spike." Suddenly, the hoods over Spike and Jet's heads were lifted off. They both looked around. All they could see was darkness, except for 2 spotlights; one on them, one on Vicious. "Where are we?" Spike demanded. Vicious looked at Spike. "Patience, patience. I'll get to that in good time. First, I'd like to ask you how you found out where my hotel was." Spike looks at Jet, then back at Vicious. "We traced your partner to the casino connecting to it." Vicious looked at Spike. "What partner? I never had one, except the bastard who stabbed me in the back, who is now conveniently right in front of me." "What? Then who was that girl in that picture next to you?"

At this point, Jet started laughing. Spike looked at Jet and asks, "What the hell is so funny, Jet?" Electra walks over to Jet and unlocks his cuffs. "The reason that woman looked so much like your poor old dead granny is because she was never with my boss. I put her in digitally. And I paid that Blackjack dealer to have plastic surgery to look just like her." Spike looks in shock at Jet. "Yo-your boss??? This was a set up??" Jet walked over to Vicious. "Oh, and Spike, about that doctor I trusted my life with...I kinda lied about that. He LOVES to take lives. Dr. Bacchus Kevorkian, decendent of the famous Jack Kevorkian of the 20th century. Julia should be dead by now." Spike just looked off into space when he heard that. Julia's dead......Jet worked for Vicious......What next? "Boss, mind if I take care of him, or would you like the honors?" Jet asks, taking his gun out. Vicious smiles and takes the gun. "I'll do it myself." Spike closes his eyes tightly, knowing that in a matter of seconds, he'll be joining Julia. BANG.

Adam lifts off his headset. "Good game, Joe. So, what did you think about this one?" Joe looks at Adam. "Well, I think it was awesome, except for one thing." "What would that be?" Joe pulls out his gun and shoots Adam between the eyes. "It's my game and money now."

See you, Dead Cowboy...