"to burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."
- Federico García Lorca
Staying out of trouble is not Frank Castle's strong suit. But is Jenavieve Howlett more trouble than The Punisher can handle...
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"yeah, my baby, i got a monster in my head, look out." - God's Machete, Dope Lemon
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"You look like shit." a woman, wearing a bullet proof vest sporting the letters DHS, tells Frank.
He laughs under his breath. "Yeah, it's been a rough couple days." Frank looks the woman up and down. "You changed your mind, huh?"
It's safe to assume this is who was on the other end of Frank's phone call.
"Someone changed it for me." she says. She steps closer and lowers her voice. But I still hear her. "Billy Russo broke out of the hospital."
Frank visibly tenses.
He shifts in his seat for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.
The woman turns to the sheriff.
"Sheriff, Mr. Castiglione here is part of a very sensitive Homeland Security investigation. I would like it if he was never here, officially." she states, her voice laced with a no-nonsense authority.
Her and the sheriff get things sorted while Officer Murphy uncuffs Frank, and then me.
"Get your things, I'll wait outside." the DHS woman tells Frank.
With a wave of his hand, Frank motions for me to follow him, and I make my way to his side.
Guess I'm one of his things.
The sheriff hands Frank his bag back, informing him that the guns have been confiscated, but everything else is accounted for. Frank politely thanks him and we finally leave the precinct.
Miss DHS climbs out of her helicopter and looks at me, disapprovingly.
"Frank.." she groans, using his real name.
"She comes, or I don't, Madani" he states.
Madani looks between Frank and I for a moment, while my heart pathetically flutters at his little ultimatum.
"I don't wanna know." she declares and climbs back inside the helicopter.
My heart flutters once more as Frank gives me a hand up into the aircraft. Then we get strapped in to our seats.
"Where are we going?" I ask him.
"New York."
Oh, perfect.
I give him a nod, then turn my head to stare blankly out of the helicopter as it lifts off the ground.
I'm so glad I spent three weeks putting as much distance as I could between myself and the city that never sleeps.
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"We'll talk about Russo when I get back." Madani tells Frank.
