Spade looked on at the burning wreckage of what used to be the Feirgon Police Station with a smile.

"Those bastards paid for his death once and for all," Spade chuckled. "Now, I can finally move on."

Spade released a sigh of relief, then mounted his motorcycle and rode toward the darkness.

Realizing that it was the four-year anniversary of his sons' slaughter by defeated crime lord Lee Bernan, Spade rode to the gravesite of his boys. He had made a tradition out of spending some time at their grave and wishing them the best in the afterlife before leaving flowers at both of their graves.

"I will never forget and I will continue to fight in your names" was the trademark vow Spade had come to acquire over those past four years.