Untouchable Part Four
By Poseidon Production
"HOLY FUCK!" A man in black military fatigues screamed.
The man was apart of the secret military team that was under the command of the CEO of Continental Security Corporation. They had orders to find and kill Frank Castle, the vigilante known as the Punisher. He had interfered in business, killing a member of CSC and Micheal Bernhart was worried. He usually sent them when someone needed silenced. The entire sixteen man team had been mobilized to hunt the maniac down and they found evidence that Castle was hold up in a warehouse in the Bronx.
The Cleaners then went to the warehouse when their man who had waited to make sure Castle was there. Loaded up on weapons and ammo, the Cleaners made their way to the battleground. However things went to shit really fast. The first two men had died breaching the door, the last thing they saw was the words 'Front Towards Enemy', victims of a M18A1 Claymore mine. Three more were victims of a 40mm grenade, launched at them from an under-slung launcher.
In a panic the remaining eleven men were firing their SG 552 Commando carbines and M1014 semi auto shotguns in the darkened warehouse. While they had night vision goggles on, the things weren't working due to having no light to amplify. The most likely answer is that Castle made sure the windows were covered so no starlight came in. A full auto burst rang out and three more men came from the west of them and took out three more men, their Kevlar vest not stopping the bullets.
"HE'S USING ARMOR PIERCING AMMO!" One of the Cleaners yelled out.
Elsewhere in the warehouse, Castle was in the shadows. He was picking off the men who were sent to kill him. Thanks to Liz's intel, he learned of the Cleaner unit that CSC had. Just like Bako's men, they were men who were dishonorable discharges who had done some bad shit, like wound non-combatants and killed innocent people during their employment. Frank was fine with wiping out these worthless fucks.
He currently had a HK416 assault rifle with a M320 grenade launcher mounted underneath. Frank let loose an extended burst from the rifle killing two more men. With his infrared goggles, he could see everything. With the power off in the warehouse, the men couldn't see anything. Right now, All Frank saw was a bunch of thugs who were more used to killing people who couldn't fight back, and not a highly trained Marine willing to pull the trigger.
Frank displaced from his current position and a second later, the area Frank was at was saturated with gunfire. Knowing he was currently out of ammo for his rifle, Frank slung his rifle and upholster his twin P-14 pistols and opened up on the Cleaners.
.45 ACP armor-piercing round flew in the air and hit chests and heads of four more members of the Cleaners. The remaining four turned to the area were Frank was and fired into it. Several rounds whizzed past Frank and then a 5.56mm round hit the vigilante in the chest. The level five armor managed to stop the bullet but Frank still felt the impact of the blow. Frank decided to retreat to another part of the warehouse. Without thinking, three Cleaners chased the vigilante while one stayed behind.
As the three continued their chase, they were surprised to see Frank waiting for them, in his hands was a AA-12 full auto shotgun. Before the armed thugs could even think, Frank unleashed a torrent of ammo-piercing slugs from his deadly shotgun. The three men were rip to shreds from his weapon, chest and stomachs exploded and heads were blown apart. After the remains fell and the gun clicked dry, Frank threw the gun away and drew out his back up, a Glock 21 chambered in .45ACP.
As he approached his last target, the man was frozen in fright. Having just watched one man kill fifteen heavily armed men like it was nothing, the remaining Cleaner decided to cut his losses and run like hell. With out missing a beat, Frank opened up on the man but couldn't hit him. He chased the man back to the entrance and tried to shoot him. A sudden shot rang out and the Cleaner took a single round in the side of the head. Frank turned immediately with his Glock 21 raised.
The vigilante saw a white man with graying hair and facial stubble. He had an eye patch on his right eye and the one eye visible was brown, it was giving Castle a thousand yard stare. He had on a black trench coat, dress shirt, tie, pants and shoes. In his hand was a Colt Government Model 1911 handgun, smoking after shooting the Cleaner.
"Captain Frank Castle," The one eye man said to the vigilante.
"Who the hell are you?" Frank questioned.
"General Nicholas Fury, Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," Fury answered.
"What the head of a major intelligence agency doing her?" Frank questioned.
"I'll answer any questions you have Castle, but we need to get the fuck outta here before your friends from the NYPD show up," Fury said firmly, while holstering his pistol.
Every instinct that Frank told him to just tell Fury to fuck off and leave. However Frank himself heard stories about General Fury as far back as his days in the Marine Corps. He was a relentless bastard and was damn well known to not take no for an answer. Plus he might make Frank's life a living hell if he didn't do what he wanted.
"Alright, follow me," Frank said as he holstered.
Fury gave the slightest of smiles game over his face and followed the vigilante.
One Hour Later, Warehouse shootout crime scene.
Karen and Scott had just arrived at the scene, and it was horrible to up bodies littered the area, blood caked the area as well. Despite her best efforts, she seemed three steps behind Castle. She was now wondering if volunteering for the Punisher Task Force was a good idea. She had accepted in the heat of the moment, wanting to find her corrupt brother's killer and put him away for life. However she was beginning to realize why the task force was considered career suicide.
"Goddamn, I've seen some bloody shit in gang division, but nothing like this," Scott said in disgust.
"Any ID on these guys?" Karen asked an CSI tech.
"Nope, whoever these guys were, they had nothing that could identify with," The African-American tech answered.
Yet again, a mystery for the detectives to try and figure out. Karen believed that the mysterious group of mercs might be related to the New Jersey massacre of PMC executive Roman Bako and his personal guard. Another mystery was the one eyed Department of Defense man at the seen. She believed him to somehow involved. Her cell phone suddenly rang, she looked at to see it was, the caller ID said it was Enigma. The man called Enigma was a hacker she had met years ago. He was a necessary evil in Karen's line of work. She occasionally needed his help once a while when the legal way was not the fastest way.
The one thing that made her mad about him was that he admitted to knowing one of the Punisher's known hackers. When she inquired about this person's identity, he refuses to answer. One excuses he uses is that was "professional courtesy" that he not say the name. The main one was he didn't Castle to show up at his doorstep. The only info Karen got from him was the hacker used the nickname "Code" and that the person in question was female.
She hit the call button and put the phone to her ear.
"What do you got for me, Enigma," Karen said firmly, wanting to get down to business.
"A lot," Enigma said in a South African accent, "It seems those guns those gangsters had were sold to them by Continental Security Corporation."
"You got to be kidding me," Karen said, shock in her voice.
"Nope," Enigma said, "It also seems that someone hacked their shit before I did."
"Let me guess, your lady friend Code got the info for Castle," Karen said with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.
"Had to be," Enigma said, ignoring the sarcasm, "Also got the name of the one eyed man for you."
"Good, I can't wait to serve that fucker a subpena,"
Karen said with a smile.
"Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD," Enigma said deadpan.
Upon hearing that he was the head of a major intelligence agency, her heart sunk down to her stomach.
"Fuck me sideways," Karen said dejected.
"Yeah, I was lucky just to get his name," Enigma said, "Also got some info on him, seems he has major connection to a bunch of departments and agencies, DOD, DOJ, FBI, ATF, US Marshall's, CIA, NSA and DIA."
"OK, thanks for the information," Karen said to Enigma, cutting the line.
Karen looked over at Scott as she put the phone away. He was right about stopping her in she tried to arrest Fury back at Bako's place. It seems like this case was knee deep in political intrigued, something she really didn't want to get involved in. She simply went back to Scott to continue the investigation.
Meanwhile, Punisher's Warehouse Base, Brooklyn
Frank and Fury had gotten out of the abandon warehouse and drove to Frank's inhabited one. Now the two were in his living quarters, Frank drinking a bottle of water while Fury was smoking a cigar. He offered one to Frank, but he declined, he never smoked and he never will.
"So your first question would be, what the fuck is a guy like me hanging around while you fuck up a bunch of wash out from the military," Fury said.
"Pretty much," Frank answered deadpan.
"SHIELD is looking into these gun running pricks for a while," Fury said to Frank.
"I'm surprised you haven't got the bastard," Frank said back.
"Bullshit political red tape Frank, you know how it goes," Frank said with some venom in his voice, "Michael Bernhart has a lot of contractors out their doing shit for the government, and they don't wanna upset that deal for some reason."
"So they let him just sell guns to gangsters because he's doing the politicians and military favors," Frank said with some of his own venom in his voice.
"If this was pre-9/11, this shit would have never come to be," Fury said, "But know the US is more interested in preventing another World Trade Center than fighting their own criminals who abuse the laws."
Frank could only shake his head at this, but what Fury was saying was right. Since September 11
th, crime has been on the rise. The feds were concentrated on terrorist while street gangs, organized crimes outfits and other scumbags ran wild.
"Now I was personally looking into this case, looking to get some evidence, but I hear down the grape vine that someone hack into CSC databases and downloaded all of their files," Fury started to explained.
Frank knew where this was going.
"Find out it was taken by a will known associate of yours, Liz Irons." Fury continued on, "Soon Roman Bako and his personal guard end up dead by you, I go check it out and then I hit up on an idea."
"You want me to take care of Benhart and anyone that involved," Frank said.
"Exactly," Fury said blowing out a cloud of smoke.
"Whats the catch?" Frank questioned, knowing that was always one.
Fury leaned over at Frank and gave him a serious look with his one good eye.
"You'll owe me for keeping the federal government off your ass," Fury said, "Even if they found out about CSC's gun running operation, they don't like people fucking with the military-industrial complex, they ramp up the pressure on you."
Frank's anger grew inside him, he didn't like or want to be a tool for anyone. His jaw clenched tighter and his hands balled into fists, but Fury noticed this and kept his cool.
"I'm sorry Frank, this has to be the way," Fury said firmly, "If I was in your position, I'd be just as pissed."
Frank anger began to subside a little.
"At least I'm telling you this, any other person in my line of work would've just said threatened you," Fury said.
Frank thought about for a few moments, again he found the Fury would was being honest with him. He knew a few people who worked for the feds that were arrogant, believed themselves to outrank even generals in the military. If this was any other person, he would likely holding this over his head. Telling him to either do something for them or risk being arrested and his whole operation being torn down. Frank unclenched hit fist.
"Alright Fury, you got a deal," Frank said.
Fury simply nodded, he took out envelope from his trench coat. Frank took them and saw two faces, a white male with brown hair and a Mexican woman with black hair.
"These are the last two people involved in the gun running operation, CEO Michael Bernhart and Ana Diaz, his personal assistant," Fury said, "While weren't sure who was involved, I had an agent of mine talk to your friend Liz, she gave us the intel on these two for exchange for her freedom."
Frank looked at him for a moment after learning this but decided to leave the situation alone.
"Their bodyguards are clean, they don't know about the gun running and have not killed any civilians," Fury said, "So they'll be tougher to get at."
"Don't worry about that, I'll figure something," Frank said.
The two stood up from their seats.
"One more thing, my protection only extended to the federal government," Fury said, "If you're caught by the NYPD, you are on your own and you don't know me."
Frank simply nodded, knowing even if he spilled his guts, Fury could simply deny the whole thing and walk away. Fury nodded back and turned around and left. Now Frank had to prepare to deal with the remainder of the gun dealers and call this mission a success.