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~ )
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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"Some 'a the cops here ain't so bad about it, though. Never tried to bring me in for walkin."
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"Hhhh, sure. Last time I had help with this kinda thing. M was eyeing the gang for weapons, I was eyeing them for the shipment of kids they were getting in. Good times."
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Frank didn't think he needed to elaborate what was going to happen if he didn't like the answers he got.
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She leaned against the wall to let him do whatever he wanted to the pimp, nonchalantly lighting up a cigarette. Blood and killing weren't really her thing, but the assholes deserved some kinda punishment, really.
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Fear could be just as much of a weapon as a firearm.
"Was there anyone else you planned to beat down today?"
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She walked easily along with the man, though she still wasn't sure she liked his brand of justice, as far as he'd illustrated it already. Oh well. If she needed to get out, it was as easy as flying away.
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And lucky her, the jerkoff was lounging in the same place he always did, chatting with some fellow thugs on the stoop of a boarded up building, smoking and playing dice.
"There he is," she said quietly to her companion, "the middle one."
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"Hey boys, can I cut in?" She asked as she climbed the stairs to where they were dicing, but didn't wait for an answer, reaching out an arm to collar the one she was after.
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