*Trisha driving the police car with Steve in the passenger seat and the enemy spy at the back*

Trisha: HEY! Stay awake! You better tell me something I want to hear now before we get to the station or I wont be so nice with you.

Spy: I don't care, I'll have a better life in prison anyways.

Trisha: No, I am going to keep you in the police department for questioning as long as I want until you tell me where Wyatt is hiding!

Steve: Better listen to her dude... I seen her do some crazy s*** no law enforcer has ever done before.

Spy: Shut up.... she can't do anything worse than what I have already been put through.... like get beaten almost to death by four men with baseball bats. So f*** you and f*** you!

Trisha: huh.... its like that now... okay... *Drives down a different route*

Steve: Where are we going?

*Trisha doesn't answer*

Spy: That's what I thought...

*Trisha drives to Marina beach and onto the dock*

Steve: Wow slow down! I don't think we're suppose to drive on this dock!

*Trisha parks the car right where the dock ends*

*Trisha and Steve gets out*

*Trisha opens the back door, grabs the spy by his shirt collar and throws him onto the ground near the edge*

Spy: Get off me! What are you going to do huh?! Kill me like you did to my partner just a few minutes ago huh?! Leave him there on the side of the road with the vehicle?!

Trisha: Did you know, one of the worse ways to die is by drowning right? Your lungs would squeeze smaller by the pressure as you sink, choking and gagging on nothing. Your throat burned with trapped air. Your heart beating against your chest as fast as a mouse and all you can hear is a rumble of the clear liquid that surrounds you. Your life dimming all around you, cold numbing claws of death began to pull what little air you have left, out of your collapsing lungs... so your friend got off lucky compare to how you're going to die

*Trisha kicks the spy in the stomach, barely kicking him off the dock*

Spy: Aaah! This is bulls***!

*Trisha gently places her foot on the spy slowly putting in pressure, pushing the spy off the dock inch by inch*

Trisha: Your time is running out... tick tock tick tock!

Spy: Stop.... please... *Cries*.... I don't know where Wyatt is....

*Trisha stops and was about to kick the spy off untill...*

Steve: If you don't know where he is then just f****** bring us to your hideout!

Spy: I don't go to any of the hideouts to prevent something like this happen but I can bring you to my place instead. Okay?

Trisha: There better be something worth looking over there.

*Trisha Helps the spy up into the back seat and then drives to the police station droping off the spy*

Steve: I hope for his sake this isn't a false location

Trisha: Better not or I will make sure his life in prison is a living hell...

*Trisha drives to the location and parks right outside then gets out walking towards the front door with Steve*

Steve: This is a nice place

Trisha: Shh....

*Trisha opens the door with her gun at the ready and secures the area while Steve walks around to the backyard*

Trisha: Nothing.... not even anything I can get my hands on to bring Wyatt down!

Steve: *Knocks on the back door* Theres a body in the back yard!

*Trisha opens the back door and discovers a naked tied up unconscious man on the ground*

Steve: He's been tied to this large flag pole for... probably for days by the looks of him!

Trisha: He has a first degree sun burn, dying with a mixture of starvation and dehydration. He may know things and we need him alive. Help me bring him to the police car!

-Hours later at the hospital-

Trisha: How is he?

Doctor: Do you want the good news or the bad news?

Trisha: Doesn't matter

Doctor: Alright, good news is that he is alive and awake. The bad news is he doesn't have long to live. He suffered with almost a second degree burn, starvation, dehydration, has bad skin cancer, hes been beaten into a concussion and sick with a deadly disease. Being out in the sun for that lo...

Trisha: Can I go and speak with him doctor?

Doctor: um, sure of course.

*Half a day later while Steve waits in the Lobby room, Trisha comes out*

Steve: *Steve sits up* So anything?

*Walks with Trisha to her vehicle*

Trisha: This guy is a spy for the US government in Vice City and has been attempting to bring down Wyatt for two years by now. He got caught trying to go undercover in San Andreas for a closer look and now Wyatt wants this guy dead in a slow natural painful death while getting information out of how much he knows about Wyatt's corporation.

Steve: What does he know then?

Trisha: Well I found out that all of Wyatts drug labs are in Vice City and I can't do anything about it. He has no idea where any of the hideouts are either. Yet he knows a weapon dealer in San Fierro that can lead us to Wyatt. The plan is simple. I go in with my team, stop his weaponry transportation and when Wyatt is in need for more firepower, I'll be the one making the deal with him and that's when we can take Wyatt down!

Steve: What could I do?

Trisha: Enjoy the show from across the street and let me know if anyone tries getting away.

Steve: Thats lame...

*Trisha begins driving to the police station*

Trisha: Its bad enough I got you to shoot a few people back in Grove Street. If I get busted, i'll get charged for being a witness for you and sweets murders.