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WHO: The Pro and Frank Castle
WHERE: Somewhere shitty in the City.
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS: Violence!
SUMMARY: The Pro's out beating up assholes. So's the Punisher! Wow, they have lots in common.
FORMAT: Stuff. Para to start at least.

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Normally Frank didn't frequent the areas where the working girls did their business, the risk of one of them being caught in the crossfire was too high, but tonight he was making an exception. It was a decision born out of frustration and aggravation as he hadn't been able to turn up anything yet using his usual methods. That left following the money from prostitution as one of the few avenues left that could lead him to a fat target. All he had to do was find a pimp and start punching until he got a name. Then he'd keep punching until he was sure it was the right name.

What he hadn't planned on was someone else getting the drop on his intended target first. Not that he really cared, but he still needed his information. Frank stepped out of the shadows and into the light where he could be seen. "Are you going to be long? I need to ask him something."

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The Pro, being what she was (completely untrained in anything), was a bit surprised at the sudden arrival, but hid it relatively well. Relatively. She'd spun around at the sound of his voice, but a quick up and down glance at the man showed him that he wasn't another pimp. Possibly some kinda nasty thug, but she could deal with that if need be.

"You can have the worthless douchefucker. He's gonna be outta the business soon anyway, if he knows what's good for him."

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"I was planning on making sure of that." Frank walked over to the pimp and gave him a swift kick to the guts. Didn't want the piece of shit thinking he was being saved. "He hurt one of the girls?"

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"Saw him roughing them up a bit yesterday, but I was already dealing with another shitcock so I couldn't take care of it then," she replied, certainly not minding some more beating on the guy. He deserved it.

"And I think some of his girls might be a bit too young."

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"Don't lie." Frank raised his foot and brought it down hard before Jack could have a chance to move his finger. The sound of cracking bone was audible above the thump of his boot. "Nine more chances, better start telling us the truth."

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'Jack' shrieked his fool head off at the broken finger, struggling wildly for a moment and only making it worse.

"Tell us where the kids are, douchefucker," the woman growled at him. "I know you know who's got what shipment of 'em when; you told me last time and I let you off with a warning. You ain't gettin away so easy this time, 'less you fess up."

Not that she was really going to let him get away at all, but hey, he didn't have to know that, did he?

He stammered something about another group coming in in just a few hours, tugging ineffectually to try and get his hand away from the Punisher.

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"Where?" To emphasis the urgency of his question Frank stamped down on Jack's ring finger. "Answer me."

He had to get that location out of this punk, and soon.

Even if he didn't have the firepower he would have preferred for this kind of hit there were kids involved, and that meant every second counted. Didn't mean he had to go in like idiot though. He could still even the odds by getting there ahead of time and setting up a few surprise for them. Not the best plan, but it would have to do for now. The kids were too important.

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Oh yeah, it didn't take long. The guy shrieked and struggled again, but was quickly reduced to blubbering and gave up the time and location he was told the 'shipment' would be transferred.

The Pro arched an eyebrow. Pity he hadn't held out longer. Fucker deserved worse than a broken finger.