"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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"you keep on trying, but i see cold, cold blood." - Cold Blood, Valen
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~ Jenavieve's POV ~
"An apex predator can use their senses to track down another animal that passed by that same spot hours, or even days, before." Stryker told me one day during training, while we were adjusting to our heightened senses.
The memory floats through my mind as I follow my target down the street.
Jake wears a khaki camo jacket, displaying to everyone around him that cares to notice, he's served.
I turn the same corner he does, and Curtis joins my side, giving me a nod. I smile and let him take the lead catching up to his man.
"Hey, Jake." Curtis says, using his friendliest voice.
Jake winces and turns in surprise. "H-Hey, Curtis. What are you doing here?"
Nervous much.
"I'm with him." Curtis says, pointing behind the former soldier.
Jake turns around and meets Franks fist.
They put an unconscious Jake in the back of the car and we return to his apartment, where Frank tapes him to a kitchen chair. And we wait.
I give Frank a nod when Jake's conscious, and Frank moves into position in front of him.
Jake soon lifts his head and begins to moan and groan as he tries to open his eyes, his left eye already bruised and swollen from where Frank hit him.
"I bet you want some of this shit right now, huh Jake?" Frank says, holding up the little bag of white powder between his thumb and fore finger.
"You got the wrong guy, asshole." Jake groans.
"Quiet." Frank says and tosses the bag back into the bowl. "I get it. You were in the army, took your SERE course, ain't gonna say shit. The bad news is, I took it, too. It ain't gonna work. Not today." Frank stands straight and tall, hands resting together in front of him.
Interrogation Frank is hot as fuck.
"You got one thing goin' for you, Jake." he continues. "And that is, as of now, all you are is a guy who was havin' a few beers with his friends. So let's just keep it that way, okay?" Frank steps towards the young man. "I need you to help me find Billy Russo."
"Who?" Jake asks, almost convincingly.
Frank sighs. "Billy Russo, Jake.. I hear his face is all scarred up these days." he says, stepping closer. "You know what's crazy about that is.." he comes to a stop right in front of Jake. "..I'm the guy that put 'em there."
