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

Frank Castle 3rd of September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location Manhattan lower est end. 2232 PM EST The Italian Mafia was a lot harder to track down the Irish had been. He wasn't sure why but every tactic he had used back then wasn't working here. It wasn't like he had a lot of leads. Back then he had known faces and names of people who had been tied to the mobs, the biker gang had been easy cause of those fucking jackets that they all wore like a badge of honor. The Italians? Well what was he supposed to do go to every single joe's pizzaria in new york and shoot up the place? There were like 30 and he liked authentic Joes, god damn he hoped that place wasn't a cover for anything cause that would honestly be a crime to destroy. He had tried criminals, but finding people willing to talk about organized crime was hard. Most of them were gang banger's and while they provided good targets, he wasn't exactly making any headway when it came to the bigger enemy. He had no idea where he was supposed to begin when it came to the big men of crime. Some part of Frank actually wondered if he could speak with fisk, the man who had gotten him out of jail earlier on. Fisk was a rotten to the core horrible criminal to be sure, but he was also a power player. One who had kept the balance of power strictly in his favor. The only problem was that Frank didn't negotiate with criminals. Didn't work with them, and if he was desperate enough to talk with Fisk than he knew Fisk would have him do something for him. Which wasn't an option not till he became truly desperate. So until he crossed that line he had to find a criminal that would talk, and so he had spent most of the time since he had left Suki's appartment digging for as much information as he could get on the people he needed to find, beating down a lot of the little guys whom Frank knew wouldn't run around talking about him. The best thing Frank had going for him was that whom ever he was tracking didn't know yet that he was coming for them. Slowly and steadily, he would get there. 4th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location NYPD Parking Garage 1857 PM EST The parkade was always a little on the dark side. The lights and cameras down there rarely worked. But it didn't matter cause it was the NYPD garage. It was directly under the main branch building of the NYPD, so obviously nothing bad could happen here. Cops left here all the time due to the shift work, but as the headquarters usually had a skeleton crew to run things in the building at night it did get a little creepy here and there. As Suki walked to her car and got out her keys she would hear the heavy foot falls of boots as someone quickly approached her from behind, until she would feel the hard smack of something wood connecting with her back the force knocking her into her own car over the hood. Her assaliant was wearing a ski-mask, the kind that amature robbers used at a bank heist. He was holding a heavy wooden bat, which had just struck Suki across the lower back, and he went to grab her by the hair and lift her up. He was also in officer blue, making a statement that no Suki was not safe at work. The man's badge though was no where to be seen. The man reached out and grabbed Suki's hair, lifting her while she was still in shock and throwing her face as hard against the hood of her car as he could.