The man didn’t answer at first. He looked at the door and then slowly at Nick. "Nick Simmons?" he said quietly and looked back at the door. "What are you doin’ here?"

"I’m visiting some old friends." Nick said as he started to sit down.

"Get away from me, Nick. I’m waiting for somebody," he said practically in a whisper.

"What?"

"I’m DEA, Nick. Get away from me."

Nick turned quickly and walked away, just as Sal, Julio and Manuel entered the club and sat down at the table with Roman. Nick went back to the bar and sat down. Shy came over to him.

"What was up with that? You didn’t know him?" she asked.

"He’s DEA." Nick saw the expression on Shy’s face. "Calm down. He’s not here for you."

Nick and Shy looked on as the four men talked and laughed like old friends, until Julio glanced in Nick’s direction. Julio stood up and looked directly at Nick, took out his gun and shot the DEA agent in the head, then turned and fired on Nick. Customers at Black’s club began running out the back door, turning over tables in their wake, while others dove on the floor.

"Get down!" Nick yelled at Shy.

Shy ducked down behind the bar while Nick fired wildly and took cover behind a table. Sal and Manuel broke out semi-automatic weapons and began firing at him. They had Nick pinned down as they moved toward the door.

Shy reached for the pump. "Finally a little excitement on this rock." She rose up, took aim, and fired at and dropped Manuel. Shy took cover as Sal and Julio began shooting at her. This time it was Nick that came up blasting. He hit Julio, and Julio went down.

Shy stayed low as she moved toward the end of the bar. She stood up and fired the pump just as Sal ran out the door. Nick came out from behind the table as Shy moved toward the door. With her back turned, she didn’t see Julio get up.

"Shy! Behind you!" Nick yelled and aimed his weapon, but it was too late. Julio had grabbed Shy and pointed his gun to her head.