"Run! Everybody, run! It's the Punisher!"

Gun shots lit up the night as people fled. Explosions and screams could be heard; it sounded like a complete war. Perhaps Russia against the United States in pitched combat.

But in reality, it was just the Punisher coming to serve up justice.

The three families ran to their cars and took off in their own private helicopters. These three families were all headed by powerful and influential figures, and they controlled a crime syndicate that spanned the globe.

By the time the gunshots quieted down, only on figure remained standing, smoking guns in hand. If it hadn't been so dark, if the moon was showing, perhaps you might've seen the skull on his chest, or the sweat on his face, or the look in his eyes, or the blood on his boots.

But I was the only one who saw it all. And I was lucky that I made it out. No, that's not true. They all made it out. But only two of us made it out alive. And the only other one who did is sitting at the other end of this table.