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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But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you, I'm standing on my own two feet. Out of the doorway the bullets rip, Repeating the sound of the beat~ )
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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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"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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"And I think some of his girls might be a bit too young."
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"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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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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The Pro arched an eyebrow. Pity he hadn't held out longer. Fucker deserved worse than a broken finger.
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