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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"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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It wouldn't kill him if he got to a hospital fast enough, and it would ensure he wouldn't be fleeing town until he'd had it treated. Just long enough for Frank to take care of this business and then get back to him.
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But then again, this scumbag needed some kinda lesson. And a way to keep him from running too far, too fast.
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"Mm, sure."
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If she didn't know, or didn't want to tell him then he'd make do with what he had. Still, if she did tell him he might finally be able to get himself a supplier in town.
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"Honestly, I don't know where to get guns, except the ones we might find where we're goin'. But I can kick a man in half or punch his jaw off. That's gotta help a bit at least."
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"Hmmm going to need transportation." Stepping back over to Jack, Frank rifled through his pockets looking for keys. Piece of shit like this had to have a ride of some kind, Jack certainly wasn't going to need it anytime soon.
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"Flying's faster." And wow, guess what! She can fly! Well, isn't that the most helpful thing ever. For a moment though, she had to fight to keep from snickering at the mental image of herself carrying him baby-style. Better to keep that one inside.
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He was going to end up regretting this.
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"Put your arm over my shoulder, and I'll get you." A little flirtatiously, because lol hooker and because she could, the Pro slid her arm around his waist.
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Yep, definitely regretting this.
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Pfft, wuss. Making sure she had a secure grip on his belt, the Pro lifted off, taking advantage of a broken set of windows to get them outside.
"Unless you wanna get carried like a baby. S'more secure, but not manly at all."
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