The Mexican pulled the van to a stop, short distance away from the warehouse compound. The darkness cloaked the black van completely. There was no way anyone could spot it, even if they squinted hard.
His companion was rummaging in the back of the van. The Mexican turned around to see what he was doing.
"Amigo! We're here!"
Without answer, the man slid apart a compartment door and pulled out something. He had to look twice to recognize what it was.
It was the biggest gun he had seen in his life. It looked just like the sort of ones they use in movies. The John Wick and Die-hard type gun.
He watched in horror as the man strapped a gun to his back and pulled another gun out. This one was a smaller one but still the size of a man's forearm. Holding the gun with his left arm gingerly, the man fished out two knives that he shoved into his belt.
"Hey! What are-"
"Shush!" His companion grunted. "I want you to get out of here. Thanks for everything. But you need to leave. Run far away. Once you get to the city, contact the cops. Ask for Brett Mahoney. Don't talk to anyone else...Just Brett. You get it?"
The Mexican nodded, breathless.
"Tell him to get to the docks. There are going to be a lot of dead bodies to clear up here!"
"Wh-who are you?"
There was a tiny moment of silence before he answered. "I'm Frank Castle."
With that, he climbed out of the van and marched off into the night, looking like the reaper himself.
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Jaws of Death
FanfictionKaren Page is missing. Peter Parker is framed by the Kingpin for a crime he was investigating as a photojournalist and the Kingpin threatens to murder Aunt May. Matthew Murdock, amidst his own personal suffering, is dragged in as a lawyer for Peter...
