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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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"They're always too young." The filth probably had them all strung out on drugs on top of it. It was vicious circle, the money from the girls bought the drugs that hooked more girls. Then when they finally burned out from the poison creeps like this would just dispose of them. "He have friends involved in this?"

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"Probably. I was thinking of just making the rounds and kicking the shit out of anyone I see roughing any of the girls up. Too many people think they can do whatever the fuck they want to a girl just cause she sells a fuck. Most cops don't care either," the Pro growled, then paused.

"Some 'a the cops here ain't so bad about it, though. Never tried to bring me in for walkin."

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"That's one way of making sure this never happens again." He had a few ideas of his own what should happen to men that abused women and none of them were pleasant. That could wait though, he needed more information first. Needed a target he could hit. If the punk had underage girls then that meant he had to be supplying the videos for the sickos. If they didn't take down his friends too they'd just keep destroying lives. Keep churning out filth, and corruption. "Would be better to take down his whole operation. Make an example of them."

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She nodded, nudging the pimp with her toe. He tried to grab her ankle; she responded by grinding that stiletto heel into his hand until bones crunched. With her strength, it wasn't exactly hard.

"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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The woman knew how to put the hurt on someone, good. He normally wouldn't have considered working with someone else, but kids were involved and they were more important than any concerns he had about cooperation. Plus she knew the area and he was desperately short on intel. Guns and kids, these punks had managed in five minutes to move themselves to the top of his list of people that needed killing. Pulling out his knife, Frank bent down in front of the pimp. "I want those kids, and the weapons. You're going to tell me where I can find them."

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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"Well, we saved the kids last time. They probably have more, the fuckers."

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.

Let me know if I'm overstepping, or anything like that.

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It wasn't that hard to get the information he needed from the pimp. Lucky for the pimp, as it meant Frank decided having a snitch right now was more valuable than the satisfaction he'd get from gutting him. Dragging the pathetic trash to his feet, Frank pointed him down the street and gave him a swift kick in the ass to get him moving. He would undoubtedly warn his friends, but that was exactly what Frank wanted. They'd be scared and they'd freeze all of the business to group together to get him. That was when he'd take them.

Fear could be just as much of a weapon as a firearm.

"Was there anyone else you planned to beat down today?"

Okay! You're doing fine right now. :D

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"Asshole a couple'a blocks east of here. I warned him before not to be a dick but one of his girls told me today that he's been beating them again. Was thinking about giving him broken arms and legs for his trouble and letting his girls do whatever they wanted to him."

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.

Thank you, I worry sometimes with Frank.

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"Lead the way." Frank followed the woman, easily keeping up as he settled into a familiar pace developed from years of moving long distances on foot. The whole time they walked his eyes constantly scanned the street, looking for any possible threat. He looked more like a man out on a jungle patrol than one walking down an urban street.

I can see why. Sometimes I have to rein this girl in. :D

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She, in contrast, shoved her hands in the pockets of her short leather jacket and walked purposefully in the direction she wanted. Granted, she could've gotten there way faster flying, but she didn't know this guy yet and wanted to keep it in reserve. Just in case he tried something. You never know. Life in a big city helped her blend in just as much as he stood out.

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."

They certainly make an interesting pair walking down the street.

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"I see him," Frank said nodding, "I'll take care of his friends and you take care of him?"

They do indeed. :D

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"Sounds good," the Pro replied before changing course to saunter directly towards the guy, putting an extra swing in her hips and pursing her lips around her cigarette.

"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.