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

Suki Kimura ... Well, I'll be damned ... All things considered, New York had been relatively quiet. At least, as 'quiet' as one could say compared to when Frank had been active a few years ago, yes. In that regard, it was a true enough compare and contrast observation. By the time Suki had entered the NYPD, he'd ceased his constant killings, which made him a bit less infamous. But only in activity. His name, however, was uttered pretty quickly after she earned her spot on the force. Not just from bad memories either. At one point, they thought he'd returned due to someone trying to copy his tactics. In the end, it turned out to be a really crappy copy-cat killer. Back then, that had been the closest Suki ever expected to ever meet the real Frank Castle. Had anyone jested she'd see him in the flesh like she was now and then, she'd snicker at them and swear they were crazy. And yet, here he is .... Family lives elsewhere. Some still in Japan, a few in other states. It's umm ... always been a rocky relationship between us all. And ... really? Do I look boyfriend material? Her own smirk returned as she chuckled softly. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but ... one of two things tends to happen. They freak upon learning I'm a cop which, even without doing background checks, implies they have something to hide. So they do the smart thing and break off any future relationship with me. Or ... they assume I'm some hardcore dominatrix or something because I have access to cuffs. Suki rolled her eyes, shaking her head as the most recent time that tried to happen flashed through her mind. For real though, in this line of work? It's not really a smart move to get a lover. Or, rather, you had to take a shit ton of precautions. And if he could see the mental list of qualities any potential guy would need to possess in order to have a decent chance at being a lover with her? Well ... he'd probably join her in laughing. It wasn't the longest checklist, but it wasn't short, either. So .... no. You don't have to worry about anyone barging in. Suki would reach behind her and pull her pistol out from her rear pocket, placing it down on the mantle beside her. It was more of a sign that if any abrupt guests - particularly of the unwanted variety - did try to force their way in, she would be ready. The last thing it intended to come off as was a threat in any form or fashion. Her right hand would lift to bring her bottle up to her lips. While downing some of the water, she tucked a few raven strands behind her ears. Almost immediately, Suki's expression went to a more stoic one. Gone was the teasing and playful hints that had been in her face earlier. Now that they were doing business talks, she was as serious as she was when around her boss or partner. Her head slowly nodded to acknowledge she recognized the picture. He was one of the few definite names and leads we had. And since this was part of your previous question, lemme backtrack a bit. I wasn't the only one getting credit for last night's operation because ... the trafficking happened in numerous areas of New York. It wasn't restricted to just the harbor. And between the spread out nature as well as other evidence on the guy, we do know one thing for sure. He's part of the Italian mafia. Unfortunately ... the rest of his comrades are a lot more discreet and smarter than him. Because prior to last night? We didn't see or learn about any other identities. Obviously, this'll now change courtesy of the bodies you aided in providing us. A slight frown appeared on her face as she looked away from the pic of Toni and locked eyes with Frank. Whatever names may or may not come up are no longer my concern as of when I left headquarters .... what? Almost an hour ago, I think? But yeah. My captain wants me to identify you which ... I technically have done. Just not relayed. If it hadn't yet been obvious, it was this part of the talk where a significant amount of problems now arose. Even with them trying to work together, outside forces were trying to make it impossible ... or really fucking close to that. So ... since my attention isn't supposed to be on the Italian mafia anymore, I think you can understand a few things. One of which being I can't just walk up to my captain and ask to be reassigned. Definitely not without a good reason. And even though there's a chance I may have somehow exposed myself to Toni's men .... Her head shook ... and then stopped after a few movements. Wait a sec. Why am I not investigating both future leads and the 'mysterious sniper' case? Suddenly, almost everything about last night was beginning to feel very off. Even being allowed to leave earlier than usual now felt ... wrong. Suki had originally figured it was to help cope with fearing she may have almost been shot, but ... now that she was exchanging information with Frank - and thus knew that wasn't the case - it just ... wasn't sitting well with her. I'm not gonna do that on purpose, and definitely not without a plan in mind. I already made the idiotic mistake of not following protocol last night. I'm not doing that again unless I figure a way to make it work out. Although it wasn't painfully obvious, Suki was showing a few signs that two and two were not adding up like they should. At least Frank would know he wasn't the only one who may be as suspicious as the woman across from him about how things were suddenly revealing themselves. Or failing to reveal, in some cases. You probably know this already, but secrets don't last for very long. Least of all within the NYPD. If I'm gonna keep helping you, we're gonna have to figure out ways to keep everything we're saying and doing discreet. I'm sure I don't have to explain why or what may end up happening if this talk got found out by the wrong people. Not just to myself, but you also.