Devil With a Halo 🔱 Frank Castle

7

"Turk! You over there?"

I turn instantly, hearing voices. "Say a fucking word and you're dead." I warn Turk, pushing his head forward and shutting him up. Franks presses his gun against him immediately, turning his head to the entrance.

"I got your back." I walk towards the door, pulling my gun out and cocking it. "You stay here with him, make sure he doesn't go anywhere." I motion to Turk, receiving a unsure look, but then a nod from Frank.

"Don't kill them, please don't kill my guys." Turk pleads, concern dripping through his words.

"Shut up." Both Frank and I answer simultaneously, his attention now back on Turk, before I open the cargo door slightly, slipping out of the crack and closing it behind me.

I turn to my right, then my left seeing a  flashlight searching around the dark setting and hearing footsteps approaching quickly. I duck immediately beside the next container, back pressed against it and tuck my gun in my pants, deciding to spare these guys lives, they've done nothing against me.

The steps come closer, close enough to hear their heavy breathing in the brisk night. The flashlight comes into view and I quickly kick it out of his grip blind-sighting them, I pull the closest one towards me by his collar before letting him go, and hitting his head against the metal edge. His forehead connects harshly, the sound of the clang vibrating through the air, knocking him out instantly.

My attention quickly turns to the other guy, I duck, avoiding his right hook and uppercut him in the gut, he doubles over, and I immediately follow up, holding his shoulders and kneeing him in the groin. He groans in pain as I push him to the ground, his hands over his crotch as he barely pays anymore attention to me. I tilt my head, looking down at him, before finishing with a kick to his face, putting him to sleep.

I grab his arms and drag him beside his buddy using most of my strength, both now hidden beside the shipping containers. His arms hit the ground with a thud, and I exhale deeply while dusting my hands off and turn, making my way back to Frank and Turk.

Easy enough.

I slip back inside the container, seeing a passed out Turk laying on the ground and a pissed off Frank staring into a box. I furrow my eyebrows stepping closer, and standing beside him. "A pink fucking Ruger?" I put my hand out motioning at the weapon, scoffing. "That's it?" I look around, seeing nothing more, then glance at Frank, who shakes his head with his teeth clenched.

"David always fuck up like this?" He raises his eyebrows, looking down at me.

"Goddamn it." I sigh deeply, cursing David even more inwardly, looking down at the lonely
weapon. "Guns is one thing this piece of shit should be useful for." I glare at Turks passed out self still annoyed, kicking the box then turning, looking at Frank whose irritated expression said everything, before walking to the entrance. "Let's get outta here." I open the door, stepping out into the cool night.

Frank follows behind me, carrying the weapon and slamming the door shut behind us. He matches my speed, walking next to me before turning to the left, seeing the two men cuddled up next to each other, still sound asleep. His face turns to me, mouth slightly open as if he was going to comment, but says nothing, quickly facing forward while our paces quicken to a jog.

Silence fills the air, the only sound coming from the gravel crunching under our feet.

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