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

Suki Kimura Suki smirked, feeling very satisfied with herself. Relief swept through her as she succeeded in exactly what she'd hoped for coercing her assailant to let go, giving herself the ability to freely breathe back in the process. Also, while Suki wasn't a sadist, the guy's reaction was absolutely priceless . Certainly worth getting the extra kick in her midsection ... if that had been why he bothered with it. Either way, Suki would stay on the concrete for a few minutes, very, very slowly moving when she was finally ready to try moving. Her limbs were shaking, particularly her arms, as she forced herself to stand up. The alarm would first be deactivated, followed by the driver's side door being pulled open. She'd barely finish putting the files inside before a hand fell upon her shoulder. DON'T TOUCH ME! Whoa, whoa, Kimura .... it's just me. A quick whip of her head would reveal Jonathan behind her, whose mouth was now agape as he saw his partner bleeding and battered. Fuck .... you .... want me to call an ambulance? Who did this? Suki quickly shook her head no. N-no ... no ambulance. I dunno. I ... I'm gonna go home. Home?! Are you insane?! Not really. Maybe a bit desperate, but .... Looking from side to side hastily, she then stared back into Jonathan's eyes. I'll fill you in with the whole story later, okay? Right now, I need to leave. If anything, maybe they'll assume I went to the ER. By the time they realize I'm not there .... Her head kept moving from side to side. They won't be able to do anything, least of all not without drawing unwanted attention to themselves. But ... hey. You wanna help? Get that bat to forensics ASAP. They had gloves on, but maybe there was a time they touched it with bare hands? As Jonathan looked ready to point out the slight contradiction in her own explanation, her voice became more impatient. It's worth fucking checking, okay?! Please ... just .... 'You're right, I'm sorry. Okay. You sure you don't want anymore help? I'm sure. It's ... really not as bad as it looks. Definitely not physically, anyway ... The moment Jonathan got out of the way, Suki pulled out from her spot and drove home. Actually speeding , for once something she usually was able to avoid while driving in her own vehicle and not a cop one. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location Suki's House 1939 PM EST By the time Suki arrived home, she was still exhausted. Her movements were incredibly forced, and it showed. After shutting and locking the garage as well as the kitchen leading to it, she hurried to the same candle. Thankfully, despite being desperate to get out of the parking lot, she hadn't been stupid enough to forget the files. Those had been set down on the dining room table. With her symbol lit, she ran off. Even if Frank took his own car over, it'd still take time. And that was fine. She needed some ... enough to look much more ... presentable. And also get some of her nerves back. The latter would likely be much easier said than done though. Suki was very shaken up by what almost just happened. Why?! How?! Did I do something that blatantly obvious?! Not likely ... hopefully. It probably was just the unfortunate fact that she was working against a goddamn mafia. And there was a high chance they were professionals who knew exactly what they were doing. But then .... why had one of her own teammates gone against her? Were there other dirty cops in the NYPD? The thought made her shake as she stripped and began trying to change into some civilian clothes. It was a bit of a chore with one wrist in a relatively bad condition and the other hand sore in its own rights. But she was trying to make her body cooperate. She didn't want Frank seeing her in an outfit which all but implied she barely escaped being raped. It had been embarrassing enough he'd watched her almost get sold to who knew where. If he saw hints that she not only failed to fight one of her own comrades off, but nearly got raped in the process? ... Her pride couldn't handle that. She really wasn't physically weak nor an incompetent fighter. The past few days just had not gone her way. And from the feeling she was noting in her pained gut? It wouldn't go her way anytime soon. Last edited Mar 21, 2019