Spade opened his eyes to brightness. It was morning. Diabla was still sleeping. Spade got up and got dressed. He reached in his pocket for his motorcycle keys and went downstairs into the warehouse where all of Diabla's men were doing target practice and a list of other things.

"See you around, guys," called out Spade as he exited the warehouse and climbed onto his motorcycle.

"Hey, the boss said she wants all of us to help you survive here in Texas," one of Diabla's generals said.

"I'll come back when it gets too hot for me, I promise," replied Spade. "I'm gone for now. Take care of your boss."

Spade rode deep into Dark County to find answers as to what was going on with the FBI wanting him dead. A phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello?"

"Dami?" a voice on the other replied.

"Diabla?" replied Spade.

"I had a feeling you were gone. What are you doing now?"

"I need answers right about now."

"I know where you can go. Turn right on the street coming up and go straight until you see a liquor store," suggested Diabla. "When you get there, ask for Shuri. He's an undercover fed that works there. He can tell you whatever you wanna know."

"Fine, I'll do--" Spade's sentence began. "Okay, where'd you plant the tracer?"

"Tracer?" Diabla asked innocently. "Whatever could you be talking about?"

"Don't play with me! Now where's the tracer?" Spadre roared.

Diabla hung up.

Spade followed her directions to the exact point. He walked into the liquor store and asked for Shuri. Shuri came out and the two stepped outside.

"I figured you'd make your way here...Snypa," said Shuri, reaching in his pocket and drawing a small pistol.

With a temporary burst of intense speed, he rushed Shuri against a wall and drew his Desert Eagle.

"You goddamn pig, I could blow your head clean the fuck off with this D-Eagle right here, so don't even think of tryin' any funny bullshit!"

"All right, all right." Shuri exclaimed.

"We're gonna play a game of 20 questions, fuckhead," Spade growled. "And how you answer depends on whether or not I fill your ass up with lead."