Richard Maxwell chased Luna Amato through the alleyways of Frisco. It was fairly easy discovering the Vesper that was on his trail. Now all he had to do was drive her into the dead end he had checked out earlier. There, he could put his plan into action.

There. He walked a few steps inside, so he was kind of still blocking the exit. She whirled around, trying to find a way out. "Looks like I've got you."

"Correction: We've got you," Said a voice from behind him.

Richard began to turn, but the cold barrel of a gun pressed up under his chin. "Don't try anything stupid, Maxwell."

He glanced back, catching a glimpse of Cheyenne Wyoming blocking the exit. Now, the question is, does this make everything harder, or easier? He grinned. "I'm thinking I should be flattered. Two of the Vesper Council after me. That doesn't happen every day. Luna Amato and Cheyenne Wyoming." He half-turned his head. "Oh, yeah. How're you doing, Casper?"

Casper scowled. "Shut up."

"So… I guess you're still a little sore about getting kicked off the Council?"

Casper's grip tightened on the gun. "One more word, Maxwell, and I swear I'll-"

"Don't." Luna shook her head. "We need him alive."

Richard raised an eyebrow. "Need me? Now I'm really flattered."

Luna smiled slightly. "You have information that we need. Cooperate, and we'll set you free."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then we'll shoot a hole through your skull and paint the walls with your innards."

Richard shook his head. "Sorry, Casper, but I was asking Ms. Amato."

"I was going to say roughly the same thing."

"Oh. Well, in that case," He shrugged. "I guess you'll have to do that. I'm no traitor."

"I'm sorry, what?" Casper inclined his head to the side.

"I said go ahead and paint the walls with my innards. I'm not telling you anything."

Casper smiled. "With pleasure."

He cocked the gun. Richard glanced back at him. "It's loaded? Huh. I didn't think you were smart enough to think ahead."

"Those're you're last words, punk."

"Stop this foolishness!" Luna slapped Casper's hand that held the gun, then turned to Richard. "You will tell us, or else one of your precious hostages will suffer."

Richard bit back a smile. This is it. He chuckled. "You won't have that leverage for very long."

"What do you mean?"

He clamped his hand over his mouth. "Uh, nothing." Bait dropped. Now, will she take it?

Vesper 5 smiled. "Not a traitor, eh?" She leaned in closer. "What do you know about where the hostages are?"

"Nothing!" He answered with what he hoped was a suspiciously quick response. "I don't know anything about the underground place where your headquarters are!"

Luna stepped back. Lucky guesses for the win! "What do you know? Are you Cahills planning something?"

Richard shook his head. "No! No sabotaging, no rescue plans, no nothing!" All too easy.

She examined his face. "When are you planning on rescuing the hostages?"

Richard closed his mouth, shaking his head defiantly.

Luna turned away. "Ah, well. At least this trip wasn't a complete waste of time. We're through here, Richard." She nodded to Casper. "Now, you can go ahead."

Richard could hear her whispering into a phone as she turned around. "Wait!" He yelled. Luna turned around, putting the phone back into her pocket. Richard pulled a gun out of his own pocket. He held it up against Casper's head. "I don't think you want to do that."

Quick as lightning, Luna took her gun out and fired. Richard's gun fell to the ground as he yelped. "Hey, what's up with you? You could have killed me!"

She smiled at Casper. "You may continue."

Richard took what might be his last chance. He lunged, then kicked the ex-Interpol agent back. There was a horrible sounding crack as her head hit the wall. Then, he turned on Casper. He head-butted him in the stomach, sending him flying towards his sister. Wyomings: Down. Richard whipped out his cell phone.

"Dan?"

"Richard! What's going on?"

"I need you to come and pick up a few friends of mine. V-5, V-6, and C.W."

"Ah. Calling for help? It won't do any good." Cheyenne stepped in front of him.

"Sending coordinates-"

"Put. The phone. Down."

"No way."

"Richard? Is that Cheyenne?"

"Well, if it isn't Dan Cahill himself. Dan, hang up the phone and disregard everything you've heard or I'll blast Maxwell here so hard he'll stick to the wall." Evidently, they had all brought guns. She placed the barrel against his chest.

"Don't do it, Dan! She's bluffing." Richard's heart raced. He had to think of something. Aha! Got it!

"Really? Do I look like I'm bluffing?"

Richard slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his tazer. Ah, I remember the days when I called this baby an "Electrical Stunner". I wonder how Lucy's doing? I heard she got married to that guy, Jack- Focus, dude! He flicked it on and jabbed it at Cheyenne. Her arm jerked to the right, but he couldn't stop her automatic reflexes. The gun fired.

"Richard? Richard!"

Richard had just enough energy to push delete on his phone. "Mission…accomplished."

"Richard!"

His arm dropped. The phone hit the ground.

And Richard's world went black.