You didn't mean to get in trouble with a crime ring filled to the teeth with conmen all backstabbing and betraying one another, but you did. For the past year, the only thing any self respecting ring was try to get their hands on were the Spanish Judges.

Now, you personally didn't know what the Spanish Judges even were. All you did know was that at one point you were so close to getting them, only for you to fail. That beating you got afterwards...

You vowed to never get that close and lose ever again. Almost completely on your own, you had started to track down the Spanish Judges again, and as you were you found a name that was in the same scenario that you were in; where he had been beaten horribly for failing to steal them.

It had taken almost two months, but you had successfully tracked down Jack Fisher. Now you waited in his apartment, a weapon close by your side in case things went south.

The doorknob rattled. It unlocked. The door opened, and there he was: Jack Fisher, in the flesh.