Sitting back at Mir’s crib Quisy couldn't help but take a trip to the past looking over photos of them as kids. One particular photo that stood out was a photo of Quisy’s father playing spy with him and Mir. He reminisced the joy his father had whenever they played spy. How his father knew exactly how to find the secrets and clues without much efforts. He used to wondered how his father was so good at figuring out the clues when he was just a truck driver that was often pulled him away from home for weeks at a time. Quisy smiled at the thought that played repeatedly in his mind, missing the days where things were simpler. As he continued to reminisce he was pulled away from his thoughts from the knocks coming from the door. After acknowledging the presence of another behind the door, Quisy got up to go answer it.

Yes, hi how can I help? Asked Quisy.

Hi, I'm Special Agent Ramón do you have a free moment so we can talk? Special Agent Ramón asked.

Hold up who you looking for? Quisy asked suspiciously.

Well I'm looking for Marquise Kyre Sanchez, is that not you? Special Agent Ramón questioned.

Nah, I haven't seen him around in awhile but if you looking for him he wouldn't be around here. Quisy lied and said.

Well, my apologies for the intrusion, if you happen to hear anything here's my card please don't hesitate to contact me, it’s very important we find Mr. Sanchez as soon as possible. Special Agent Ramón stated.

Will do but is everything alright? Quisy asked.

Unfortunately I cannot disclose that with you but I will say this, we have word to believe his father is back in the states who is a big drug lord we've been trying to catch, so again, if you find out anything regarding Mr. Sanchez whereabouts please contact me. Your assistance could help us crack down on one of the biggest drug lords since Griselda Blanco and that's saying a lot. Special Agent Ramón stated.

Okay sir I will do my best to contact you of I hear anything. Have a good evening. Quisy said as he closed the door.

Drug lord? Quisy questioned aloud to himself in complete shock after learning this of his father.

In complete disarray, Quisy decided to call up the troops so he could try and find some answers of his own. After all, he was led to believe his father a decent paid trucker who often had trips that required extended stays away from home. However, he did always wondered why his father left without word and more importantly why his mother never seemed too hurt about it. Thinking maybe she found out about the his real profession and put his father out not tolerating her family being so close to drugs. As he gave word to his boys and hung he decided to hold on to the card Special Agent Ramón gave him as he was suspicious of his presence and why he looked so familiar.

Yo Quisy where are? Mir asked running through his apartment.

I'm in your room. Quisy answered back.

Aye Quisy we’re here. Cut and Mall announced moments after Mir found Quisy in his bedroom.

In Mir’s room. Quisy yelled out.

Thanks for coming, I appreciate all of you. Quisy said.

Shorty don't worry about it. Cut said as he was going to wrap Quisy in his arms but was blocked by Mir.

He didn't call us here for that Cut fallback and let him tell us what's up. Mir said with irritation in his voice.

Bet. Cut said back with equal irritation.

Niggas! Cool out and let the man speak. Mal said killing their little standoff.

Look guys some officer came here looking for me but I didn't tell him I was me if that makes sense but what he said next has me lost. He said he's looking for my father because he's a big drug lord. Have any of you ever heard about my father selling drugs because I haven't and I called momma Joe to make sure she's alright and asked her too but she told me to not entertain foolishness? I sense she wasn't being too forthcoming but I need to know from you all, the truth. Quisy stated while in a state of frenzy.

Look kid if I knew anything you would've been known, we don't keep secrets from each other you know that. Mir said immediately.

That's some wild shit there Quisy. Fuck no I never heard anything like that about your pops. You sure that's what he said. Mal asked.

Yes I'm sure, he even left me his card, see. Quisy said showing Special Agent Ramón’s card.

Aye come here I want to holler at you privately. Cut said.

Nah nigga you got something to say, please enlighten us all. Mir said.

Look I don't have to tell you shit fam so chill before you get fucked up. Cut snapped back.

Both of you chill, the fuck. I got too much going on at this moment for this shit. Cut what it is you need to tell me, please. Quisy pleaded.

Before Cut went into what he has to shared he took the card from Mal and placed by Mir’s radio after he turned it on. Everyone stood there looking lost until Cut explained things.
I did that because the card has a chip in it which is why it’s thicker than most business cards that records you. It’s smart bugging because you'd never think to check it. Cut explained.

How do you this? Quisy asked.

Your pops taught me, I never knew how he knew but he showed me what to lookout for. You didn't let the officer in here did you? Cut asked.

No, he remained on the outside of the door the whole time. If I wouldn't tell him I was his target surely I wasn’t going to invite him in. Quisy said.

Quisy your pops did sell drugs, he was the one who put him down before I brought Mir and Mal in. He was big time too, very few knew his identity which kept you and your mom’s safe. All I know is he left because he didn't want to continue to place potential harm onto you all even though that didn't stop whomever killed your mom's from doing so. Cut said.

Hold up, are you trying to tell me my mom was killed because of my dad and on top of that you knew. Quisy asked teary-eyed.

Cut you got 5 second to clear this shit up or I'm a put you down and I mean down down. Mir stated with pure venom.

Aye cusso chill let him talk. Mal said.

Shorty I promise you I didn't know until yesterday when you told me your pops called. I called him later that night because he told me before he left he was doing so to protect you, so I needed to know why he was breaking that rule he himself set. When we did speak he told me he had just found out somebody did that deliberately to hurt him and that he's heard talk about people coming for you and momma Joe. He wanted me, all of us to protect you. Cut said.

BAM!

Quisy punched Cut square in the face, knocking him off his feet.

The fuck is wrong with you. Cut yelled.

Me? Nigga you been working for my pops all this time and I'm sure last night wasn’t your first time talking to him seeing as how I didn't give his number. I thought we were better than this Cut but I guess not. I hide nothing from you but here it is you hid something so important from me. Quisy yelled back.

I was protecting you. I never hid this because I didn't want you to know, look shorty I'd never hurt you intentionally I promise. I know this is a lot but I had to keep it from you until either your pops was able to come back or some shit like this popped off. I told you how all off got bodies right? Well we got those bodies because those people were watching you. Shorty, your pops is worth more than Escobar and supposedly more ruthless. Don’t you see why that nigga left to protect you. I'm not defending him just saying, he’s no small nigga out here. Whoever want him they're coming hard but he trained me for this and in turn I trained Mir and Mal. Nigga your pops got deadly hands some shit I've never seen a dope dealer with. The way he moved was in complete silence never making a sound always tying up loose ends. Cut stated revealing all he knew.

Damn bro, so you saying the niggas they put down were after Quisy all along. I get your position but I don't know if I could've held on to that secret alone though Cut. Mal said.

I get what you did but this nigga right here, that's my world him and momma Joe you should've said something because this apartment building isn't in my name, I own this whole building but it’s buried under a dozen different LLCs, so the fact that he knew where to find Quisy bothers me. You put us at risk by keeping quiet the fuck man. So Quisy call momma Joe because she's leaving tonight I don't care what she says she not staying in her house. Mir said.

I'll call her now but we got to stick together in the end we all we got. Oh Mal, call Ny they probably know she's associated with you. Quisy said.

That won't be necessary boys. Ny said.

Oh shit. Mal said.

Nigga. Cut exclaimed.

You almost got shot. Mir said calmly.

How are you here? Quisy asked.

I have some explaining to do. Ny said.