Thread: The Punisher: Marked For Death (Athene & East)

Frank Castle 31st August 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location Josie's Bar, Hells Kitchen 1828 PM EST Josie's was not one of Frank's normal hang outs. The place stank to high heaven being one of the few bars in New York that still let people smoke inside of it. The smell just kind of reeked up the place, and frank had to wonder if they paid an extra on their insurance so that they could keep it that way. walking to the sound of heavy boots, he Frank could feel the eyes on him from the fellow patrons of the estate. He felt some people sizing him even as he walked up to the bar. He watched as one guy probably the smartest guy in the entire place got up onto hiFrs feet, put cash on his table and walked the fuck out the door. Fank smiled at the man, watching him go, even offered him a little wave as he left. Josie was an old woman, and a hard one, her voice had been wrecked by years of smoking and hair that had once been blond was now a more silvered white, she still wore jewlewery still wore make up, but she could no longer hide all of the wrinkles on her face that age had started to make, nor could she get rid of the smell of tabacco that was so clearly clinging to everything around the place, her teeth were yellow from it. You're scaring my customers. Now how can I help you get the hell out of my Bar. That got a chuckle out Frank. It wasn't every day someone actually started out with a strong face like that. He actually cracked a smile A glass of water, and. Frank reached into the long trench coat he was wearing pulling out a photo. The photo was of a young man, it was black and white though probably taken off a security camera from somewhere, but it did clearly show the mans face. Tell me where to find him? I know he's a regular here. Josie looked at the picture and sighed. Come on you can't do this in my bar, if you haul one of their asses into the street I'm not gonna have a business left. She said with a angry tone. Why should I give you any of my boys? Frank paused on that for a moment, leaning back in his stool, and looking around the slowly emptying establishment. He lifted his arms and put them over top his head making himself comfortable. You know despite the smell, I think I could see myself becoming a regular here. You know drop by once a day or so. Get a glass of water just hang out, you and I could be fast friends. Josie let out a frustrated growl. Frank just smiled. Tell me where, and I'm gone. He works the harbor, he said something was going to happen tomorrow night. Frank smiled when he heard that. The harbor's a big place Josie, the new york docks have almost 68 peirs to them give me a number, give me your best guess of a number, and... lets just say that if it's in five... i won't be back. There was a long silence, and Josie finally gave a dock number, frank stood up from his stool, put five dollars on the table, and walked away. And Josie... you should really air out the place. 1st September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location New York Harbor. 2211 PM EST Frank had taken up a position on the roof, he was doing his equipment check at that point looking over his riffle, he knew he had hit the right pier thanks to some earlier investigation he had seen his dock worker earlier today, and was now sitting atop the building. Watching down at the street below. He could see a young woman. His best estimation put her probably mid 20s? she fit the picture for a lot of the missing girls that had been going on across new york, his investigation which had brought him to one of the players in the soon to be destroyed human trafficking trade. He was pretty sure that the guy he was after was just a kidnapper. He wanted to catch the guy alive for interrogation. But as he was watching the girl he noticed something, he fixed the zoom on his lense for a moment as she walked, she was wearing an earpiece. He could see her lips moving through his lense she was talking to someone. She also walked oddly, her back was strait, she was confident her eyes were up and alert, victims of kidnappings tended to be more closed off, introverted, they tended to act shy and hold themselves awkwardly she had none of those signs. Despite being on the docks at night she wasn't wearing revealing clothing which meant she wasn't a lady of the night. is she a cop? Frank let out a groan if the cops were here tonight, and if they busted his target he was not going to get the information he needed. They would take down the people in the immediate area and then the small fry would likely be either killed off in prison before they could testify or they would be high enough up that they would get some rigged trial. Either way whoever was at the top would get away. Frank let out a slow sigh steadying his heart beat. The use of a sniper riffle especially a high powered one like he was holding required a steady heart beat, and a calm hand. He had to fire between the beats of his heart when all was still. And more importantly he needed to wait for his target to show up on the scene.