5:30 AM

Spade was outside the station in his car with Andre.

"You what?! You searched without a warrant?" Andre exclaimed.

"Hey, if I had came with a warrant- his shit would've been long gone before I could touch it. Luckily, I've got a mic planted."

"You know that's not legal," Andre said.

"Hey, Tavares told me to do what needed to be done. When he let me in on this case, he said it again."

BerNET Inc.

9:36 AM

Two guys from one of the Mexican cartels had come to pay CEO and Chairman of BerNET Incorporated a visit under the guise of being "stock buyers." Luckily, the office that Leonard Bernan had was soundproof.

"Mr. Bernan, it is an honor to become your business partner," said one of the cartel members. "However, my associate and I would like to negotiate terms with you."

"That's fine with me," Bernan replied, sipping a cup of coffee. "You've met my personal accountant and chief adviser, Marcus Wilson."

He pointed to another black man in a white suit and black tie standing behind him.

"Yes, sir. It was him who had the honor of driving us to where your products are located."

"And you were impressed with what our company's productivity, Mr. Beltran?" Bernan asked.

"Yes, sir," replied Jasiel Beltran. "My legal adviser here, Mr. Guillen- it was he who suggested that we seek you out. He stated that we could work out an efficient partnership."

"Yes, I think we can work things out," Bernan said. "So, what were your terms that you wanted to discuss?"

Roger Guillen handed Beltran a document.

"We only have one term, Mr. Bernan," Beltran said. "The first one is that we would like to be able to control at least 60% of production and profit going between Baja California and Los Angeles."

"Wow."

"Well, Mr. Beltran- that's not an even partnership. If anything, we should do things 50-50. How about you take San Diego and Baja California and I handle what comes through southern California to Los Angeles?"

"Well, Mr. Bernan- we also have shipments coming to and from the Channel Islands to Los Angeles and Tijuana."

"Well, Mr. Beltran- how about my adviser and I go over your terms and we get back to you in the morning? I take it you'll still be here on business?"

Then Marcus Wilson, better known on the streets as "Black Club" because of his use of a custom black club as a weapon in fights, whispered something in Bernan's ear.

"Gentlemen, how about we go and visit one of my warehouses where we hold our top quality products?"

"That's a good idea."

BerNET Warehouse

12:45 PM

After having lunch with Beltran and Guillen, they and Bernan went to the L.A. Harbor on San Pedro Bay. They were greeted by a Port Officer.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. Mr. Bernan, are you going to the usual spot?" he asked.

"Yes, Pietro. I am."

"Well, Mr. Bernan, you should know: last night, you should know...we had unexpected company."

"Who was it, Pietro?"

"Mikey said it was a street detective."

"And who was this detective, may I ask?"

"From what Mikey told me to tell you, Gang and Narcotics. He also found this."

Mikey held up the mic that Spade had planted. It was destroyed.

"Hmm...we'll just have to do something about that, won't we?" Bernan said as the group of men made it inside the warehouse.

"Yes, Mr. Bernan."

"And Pietro?"

"Yes, Mr. Bernan?" said Pietro.

Bernan nodded to Blackclub, his arm coming from his side. In his hand came out a black .380 ACP-chambered Argentinean Bersa Thunder 380. It slid out from under his suit jacket sleeve.

"What the--"

And Pietro dropped, with a new orifice right between the eyes. Bernan looked over at Blackclub.

"Get rid of him. Anyway, get a record of all the Port cops and look up Mikey Davis. We can't afford anything to be screwed up."

Bernan turned back to Beltran.

"Mr. Beltran, that was a display of trying to avoid things that do not benefit business," he said. "Shall we move on?"

The group of men walked over to a stack of crates and Bernan opened one. In it were boxes of office supplies.

"We try to think big, but it's best to go small. In the crates go the drugs, but they're packaged in these boxes and sealed with a special coating so not even drug dogs can detect it."

"As for weapons, we have a lot of ways of getting those out or in. When they come in, it is usually by train and we hold them here until the customer is ready to come and make his or her purchase. Once a transaction is made, they are shipped out by ship. But we have a lot of ways of getting them out on the water."

And suddenly, sirens screeched through the air.

"Shit. Cops. I'll handle this, gentlemen."

Suddenly, police were all over the harbor, including Spade and Andre.

"Nobody move!"