The Punishing Saints

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This idea came to me while watching Punisher: War Zone, what if Agent Paul Smecker asked Frank Castle and his young Protégé to bust the Saints out of the Hoag. But problems abound when Billy the Beaut Rosetti grabs up not only the Saints but Castle as well leaving the Protégé alone to save the day. Though Jag isn't sure she's up for the job despite being trained by Frank himself.

Conner/OFC/Murphy

Paul Smecker gave Eunice Bloom a dark glance before they entered a steel door. As soon as they walked through they had a small red dot on them. Paul rolled his eyes and gave Frank an annoyed look. Eunice looked worriedly between the two men. The larger man lowered his really kick ass weapon.

"Smecker." The man greeted with a nod.

"Frank, it's been a while." Paul walked further into the large facility room. "Agent Bloom this is Frank Castle." The blonde girl looked over at the man in question. "Some of us know him as 'The Punisher'." Eunice's eyes widened in surprise.

"I thought he was just a story." She admitted moving closer to Frank who gave Paul an annoyed look.

"So where's…?" Paul started to ask when he felt a smack to the back of his head.

"Hey Smeckledork!" Came a pure Bostonian accent. The girl with multicolored hair smirked sardonically as she greeted him. "And uh…" She looked at Eunice. "Blondie."

"New nickname I see." Paul grimaced rubbing his head.

"It's better than the last one Paul." Frank smirked slightly before putting his gun down and locking it away again.

"Yes I do remember that one."

"I dunno I kinda liked calling ya jelly man." The girl walked over to Eunice and regarded her curiously. "Name's Jag."

"Jag?" Eunice asked repugnantly.

"Short for Jaguar! Ya know sleek and swift like a Jag?"

"So how did you and Mistah Castle meet?" Eunice asked curiously and Jag snickered.

"That's actually a funny story." Paul smirked as Frank groaned in annoyance.

"He caught me." Jag smirked wolfishly at Frank who rolled his eyes.

"Used ta be a cat burglar. My fuckin cord snapped! Frank here was leavin one of his Punisha hits and well…" Jag snickered again. "He broke my fall!"

"I couldn't leave her behind cause the cops were zooming in. So I grabbed her up and brought her here. I haven't been able to get rid of her since…" Frank grumbled putting some military food into a bowl before adding water to it.

"So Smeck why you here again?" Jag asked before vaulting over the back of the sofa to the front and sat down.

Eunice stared in surprise that Jag hadn't even touched the couch but managed to leap over it easily. Paul smirked at her expression and leaned closer to whisper to her.

"He's taught her everything he knows."

"Yes I see this." Eunice frowned worriedly. "We wish to discuss the possibility of a job for you." She started professionally.

"And the shoe drops." Frank muttered before launching a bowl of crappy food to Jag who caught it without a word. "Jag why don't they ever just drop in for our good company and infinite charm?" Jag snorted some food up her nose with a laugh.

"Ya whose good company? Cause I gotta say big guy ya ain't the one with the charm!"

Paul smirked secretly watching the interaction between the two vigilantes. He cleared his throat and moved forward.

"This job would be very difficult. You might even die or get life imprisonment for it." He explained and of course Jag lit up.

"I'm sold!"

"Shut up…" Frank grumbled getting irritated. "What's this job?"

"You remember the Saints Frank?" Paul asked and Frank Castle's face darkened considerably.

"No…" Frank answered vehemently. "Whatever it is Paul the answers fuckin no!" Jag snickered to herself as Eunice looked confusedly at the three of them.

"Don't mind him!" Jag grinned at the blond agent. "He's still pissed that they got ta Yakevetti first!" Jag ate some more food and grimaced. "Frank ya gotta stop making the food after handling the guns! Ya got gun oil in it again!"

"Don't look at me like that Paul! You know I was aiming for that son of a bitch for two years!"

"And yet two potato farming ignorant Micks managed ta not only find him but kill him in a guarded court room in less than a year!" Jag snickered again and managed to narrowly duck out of the way of the on coming switchblade that embedded itself into the seat cushion. "What'd I say?" She asked with wide eyes.

"Frank you can't handle the new Mobs by yourself. Think about it big guy…" Paul smirked disarmingly. "Just imagine it! The Saints of South Boston and the Punisher taking out asshole scumbags!" Paul was playing to Frank's vengeful side. "Just think how many families can sleep soundly knowing they're protected by that idea."

"He got a point Castle." Jag shrugged offhandedly before eating more food.

"What would we be doing exactly?" Frank asked tersely.

"Just get the Saints out of the Hoag. We've already managed…"

"Holy shit! The Hoag?" Jag dropped the bowl of food. She laughed incredulously. "As in everyone tryin ta break out we're the crazy fucks tryin ta break! THAT HOAG?" She asked with another laugh of disbelief.

"If you don't want to Jag…"

"Of course I want ta!" Jag smirked impishly. "I just wanna know if I get hazard pay outta this!"

"What did you manage already Paul?" Frank finally got them back on track. Paul nodded thankfully.

"The Mexican guy Romeo we've managed to move him to a 'hospital' for physical rehab. He's actually a current visitor to his Uncle who told us he'd keep him hidden until he was healed."

"So we just break into the Hoag and bust out the Saints?" Frank asked silently for more information.

"Pretty much." Paul nodded to Eunice's words.

"Yeah pretty much Frank."

"I don't like this…" Frank Castle glowered at Paul who looked worried for a second. "But we'll do it." He added with a scowl. Paul inwardly sighed in relief.

That was only a small part of the battle: To get the Punisher to Break Out the Saints.