A/N: There will be lines said in Jamaican Patois in this arc, at the end of each issue, there will be translations.

Mayhem in Maimi Part 2

Written by Poseidon Productions

Kenny Parlov was sitting on a bench by the ocean, thinking of the events of the gun battle with the Yardies and the fact the chief of police was going to let Frank Castle run around and gun the gang down. The SRT Sargent was torn about the situation, a part of him said it was wrong and that justice should be done legally. The other side said that Chief Rodriguez was right, that they needed unconventional and illegal methods to finally defeat the Jamaican psychos.

"Staff Sargent," Frank said.

Kenny looked up to see his old commanding officer and friend standing there. He looked more muscular than Parlov remembered, his hair was slick back and his eyes seemed lifeless. The vigilante was wearing a blue collared shirt, white undershirt, blue jeans and tan work boots. He sat down and looked out into the ocean as well. There was nothing said for a few minutes.

"How are you doing, Frank," Parlov asked.

"How do you think I've been doing," Frank said, almost annoyed at the stupid question.

"Sorry Frank, it's just I haven't seen you since the funeral," Parlov said, "Now you just show up and now my chief of police is going to let you come in a destroy the Yardies."

"So I hear," Frank said.

"I'm just here to tell you that we won't give you any intel," Kenny said, "Your gonna have to wing it."

"Don't worry about it, I've already got working intelligence on the Yardies," Frank said.

"So why are you here then?" Kenny question.

"To do something I didn't do before," Frank said.

Kenny looked at Frank and his former Marine CO looked at him. Kenny swore he could see the slightest amount of emotion in Frank.

"Thanks for being there when Maria and the kids died," Frank said quietly.

Frank stood up from the bench and started to walk away.

"Frank wait," Kenny said, "There's something you need to know."

"What?" Frank asked.

"The governor decided to hire some 'outside' help," Kenny said, "He paid a freelance mercenary under the table to take care of the Yardie situation."

"The hell made him do something like that?" Frank questioned.

"It's an election year, he doesn't want this gang violence to hurt his chances," Kenny answered.

"Do you know who this merc is?" Frank questioned again.

"No, not even a description," Kenny answered again, "It seems the governor only wanted the chief to know that the merc in question is around."

Frank pondered on this for a moment. It was an incredible risk for the governor of Florida to hire a mercenary to get rid of a gang. The merc could easily decide the job is not worth their time and leave. Frank dealt with that back during his Marine days, having PMC contractors aborting the missions they were paid to complete simply because they receive the slightest amount of enemy fire. There was also the fact that this person might not care about civilian casualties, and Frank wouldn't have that.

Of course the governor couldn't chance that as well, even if he decided to send cops after the merc, the person could finger him for hiring them. So that meant the mercenary had to be careful or maybe they were an honorable sort, despite that being extremely rare. Maybe this is why Chief Rodriguez is willing to let Frank go unchecked, in case the mercenary kills innocent people, Frank would kill this person.

"I'll look into it," Frank said simply.

"Alright Frank," Kenny said, "Godspeed."

Frank said nothing and walked away.

Hours later, Yardies headquarters.

In the secret hide out of the Yardies, sat the man who was in charge. He had dark black skin and deep brown eyes that emanated hate and violence. His raven black hair was done up in dreadlocks and were tied back in a ponytail. He was tall, standing six feet, six inches tall and has a muscular build. He was currently wearing a black sleeveless shirt and green cargo pants. In one life he was Evander Howard, formerly a sargent of the Jamaican Defense Force.

He had been discharged for selling weapons to criminals and almost arrested, but he managed to escape to Mexico. There he made his way to America and then to Florida. With his violent nature and military experience, he merged many Jamaican gangs and took over Miami. He kicked out everybody that wasn't Jamaican or African-American, like Mexicans or Asians. After that he took the name King Badman and now ruled the Miami underworld and was now taking his war to the police.

However King Badman was angry, apparently somebody is trying to make moves on him. First his six million drug deal with the Cavaleri mob was shot to pieces then one of his money laundering operations was hit. Whoever was fucking with his business, was going to die a slow, painful death. A sudden knock on his door brought him back to reality.

"Cum inna," Badman said, in a deep voice in Jamaican Patois.

Another Black man came in, it was Terrence Jones. He was originally apart of a street gang who allied with Badman during the take over of Miami. He was wearing a white t-shirt and baggy jeans. A black do-rag was wrapped around his head. While born in America, he had Jamaican grandparents and understood Patois.

"Wah gwan mi friend, ow yuh duh," Badman said, his mood seemed happy for the first time in the day.

"I'm good Badman," Terrence said.

"Suh weh yuh ave fah me, mon?" Badman asked.

"We got information from our police contact," Terrence answered, "Who ever hit the deal with the Italians was using some hardcore fucking weapons."

Terrence took a breath before he continued.

"They used all kinds of shit on them, assault rifle, sub-machine guns, pistols and fucking grenades," Terrence said, "Sounds like someone who kills people like us for a living."

"Di Punisha," Badman said, excitement in his voice.

Terrence was surprised at Badman's reaction, thinking the Jamaican king of Miami would be angry. However, Badman was gitty with excitement. Ever since he took control, things were getting boring for him. The only people who gave him and his men a challenge was the SRT and even then, they were getting smaller as time went on. The other problem was that the cops had to do shit with in the bounds of the law. Now with the Punisher in town, things were going to get interesting. Maybe Badman would have a show down with Castle. If he could take out Castle, he would be a legend and no one would fuck with him.

"Also, about a the laundering house," Terrence said, bringing Badman back to reality.

"Di Punisha rolled inna an destroyed di place," Badman said.

"No, it happened about ten minutes after the deal was gunned down," Terrence said in seriousness, "He couldn't get across town that fucking fast."

"But a wha di rass," Badman said, anger rising in his voice.

"Sorry boss, seems like the Punisher and someone else is coming for us," Terrence said, fear in his voice.

A guttural roar came from King Badman, who turned around and took a AMT Hardballer Longslide from his desk. In a blind rage, he pointed the large gun at Terrence's face and pulled the trigger. A large .45ACP round went into his skull and a large exit hole came out the back. His blood, bone fragments and brain matter splattered on the wall and his body slump to the ground.

"I'M GONING TO KILL DEM BOTH!" Badman scream, "THEY WON'T ESCAPE, MI WRATH!"

Midnight, Yardies owned Drug Den.

Frank was driving the Battle Van to a drug den, used by the Yardies to distribute their poison to the streets. Ever since arriving in the city, Frank has tried to discern the identity and the location of Yardie leader King Badman. So far, nothing had worked. Funny thing was that nobody was talking out of loyalty, but fear of Badman. Frank had heard stories about the brutality that the man could do, things like making enemies watch their love ones be tortured and killed, skinning men alive and hanging them on light poles for people to see.

However, Frank managed to get some answers from some coke dealers allied with the Yardies, said their was an apartment building they used to hand out their drugs to the dealers and collect money. The money part made Frank think, he had heard that a money laundering operation was hit. At first Frank believed that a rival from outside Miami decided to shoot the place up and take the money themselves. Now that Frank knew that the mercenary the governor hired was out there, it was them. Frank had Liz, who was still in New York, to check it out. From what she gather, no money had been taken from the place.

As Frank closed in on his target, he could see several low rider cars drive up to the apartment building like a bat out of hell. The vigilante could also here gunfire from the building.

"Looks like I'm going to meet this mercenary," Frank said to himself.

Frank put his combat boot to the accelerator and his Battle Van surged forward. Most of the low riders occupants had exited their cars and were in the building, those who were late to the party turned to see a black van come at them. The Jamaican thugs fired MAC-10's at the windshield, but the bullets bounced off due to bullet proof glass. With crushing force, the van crush one thug under the van while another flew in the air and hit the ground with a sickening crack.

Some other Jamaicans came out, these ones armed with AKM assault rifles and fired on the Van. The heavier 7.62mm Soviet rounds made dents in the windshield, but their AKM's clicked dry before they could penetrate. As the thugs tried to reload, the driver side door opened up and Frank came out. He pointed a M79 grenade launcher at the thugs and fired a M433 High Explosive, Dual Purpose round. The thugs had no chance to retreat as the projectile hit near them. A brilliant ball of fire engulfed them, they were either killed by the fire, the shock wave, the fragmentation or more likely all three.

Frank was already armed with his trusted .45's, he reached in to his Van and pulled out a HK21 light machine gun chambered in 7.62mm NATO rounds. He already had a two hundred round belt in the weapon. He walked towards the doors of the apartment and when he walked in, their was two Yardies coming down the stairs. Without saying a word, Frank opened up on them with a twenty round burst, the heavy rounds tore the men to shreds, blood splashing on the wall and the bodies hitting the ground.

Frank made his way towards the stairs carefully, making sure he wasn't ambushed. Gunfire could be heard on the third floor of the building, shouts in both English and Patois could be heard. Frank made his way up and when he got to the top of the stairs, Frank peeked around the corner, seeing at least a dozen thugs their. One was shot in the eye, he head jerking back, the back of his head exploded and blood came out. The body hit the ground and the Jamaicans fired more rounds into a room, with pistols, shotguns and sub guns.

Deciding to help out whoever the Jamaicans were shooting at, Frank rounded the corner, bringing the LMG to bear and let loose. What most would call a massacre, Frank called a good day. Bodies were riddled with bullets, death cries were heard and blood hit the walls, painting them. Frank gave them all one hundred and eighty rounds he had left, when he was finished, the thugs looked like grounded hamburger. With no ammo to reload, Frank dropped the machine gun and unholstered his P14 .45's.

He slowly made his way to the area were the dead men were firing at. As he approached, the sixth sense in Frank rang, warning him of someone's presence. Frank turned the corner with his .45's aimed, and what he saw wasn't what he expected. In front of him was a Caucasian woman with black hair that hung down to her shoulders. She was wearing a skin tight black jumpsuit that had blue stripes going up the sides of them. She was staring at Frank with pale blue eyes. The most interesting thing however was a black circle around her left eye, most likely a tattoo. She must have had the same feeling Frank had, she had a 9mm Walther P99 pistol aimed at him.

The two stood there in silence but for some reason not killing each other. Her eyes left his for a moment, looking at the bright white skull on his Kevlar vest. A grin crossed her face, probably recognizing his symbol. She then lowered her pistol.

"Well well well, the Punisher is here," She said, "You must've been the one who busted up that deal between these Yardie bastards and the mob.

"Yeah," Frank said, "You the one that fucked up the money laundering operation."

"That's right," She said with a grin. "Fucking easier than this, these guys were better armed than I thought."

Frank finally lowered his .45's, if she wanted to kill him, she could have done it when he rounded the corner. He noticed her checking him out, Frank could tell she like what she saw. Frank would be flattered, but he didn't care for that. Frank did get a look at her, very athletic build and had a C or D cup bust. Her facial features were sharp and looked to be in her mid thirties. If Frank still cared for earthly pleasures, he would say she was beautiful.

"Got to say, I've heard about your work," The female mercenary said, "You impress me."

"I saw your work too, on the way up," Frank said, "You former military?"

"Something like that," She answered, "I mostly did my rounds in the CIA, DIA and NSA before I went freelance."

"So your the mercenary that governor paid to kill the Yardies," Frank said.

"How do you know that?" the female mercenary asked.

"I have a former comrade in the police, when I told him I was in town he called Chief Rodriguez," Frank explained, "The Chief wants this Yardie gang gone, thought I'd speed that up. He was the only other person that the governor told about you and then told my friend who then told me."

She let a small chuckle.

"More like he wants you to make sure I don't start sacrificing innocent people to get rid of these gangsters," the woman said, "That or making sure someone finishes the job in case I cut my loses and go."

"Pretty much," Frank said deadpan.

Her look turned more serious.

"Well I'm not like that, if I kill just one innocent, I don't get paid," She said, "Plus I don't want that shit on my conscience."

Frank said nothing, It seemed she did have a code after all, even if she doing this mostly for money. Both then heard sirens coming.

"Well, guess that means our little chat is over," the woman said, walking towards an open window, "I'll see you around, big guy."

"Whats your name?" Frank asked, wanting to know.

The woman turned around and smiled at Frank.

"Name's Neena Thurman," She said, "But you can call me Domino."

Domino climbed out the window and onto the fire escape. Frank decided to make his exit and ran down to the ground floor. As he was about to get in his van, he heard the roar of a motorcycle, he turned to see Domino tear out in the street, riding a black Ducati 1199 panigale. She quickly disappeared and Frank got into his van and left as well.

A/N:

And there it is ladies and gentlemen, Issue seven. And now the plot thickens with the Ultimate MAX debut of Domino. For those who don't know, she is a mutant in the 616 universe with luck powers(Go to the Marvel Database for a more in-depth look into the character) In this story however she is a highly trained human character.

You might noticed that King Badman's speech had more English in it, I apologize for that, every line he spoke was put through an English to Patois translator I found on the internet and certain phrases were mostly in english(Especially when he starts screaming.) In Badman's part of the issue, there were references to popular media in there. The AMT Hardballer Longslide can be two references, the first is that its the ".45 Longslide"(Minus the laser sighting) that Arnold Schwarzenegger used in The Terminator and the sidearm of choice to Agent 47 in the Hitman series.

The other reference is when Badman starts screaming, saying that Punisher and Domino won't escape his wrath is a reference to Dragon Ball Z. In the Namek saga, Vegeta thinks he has all seven dragon balls but finds out Gohan stole one. In the Ocean Dub (this was the studio that did the original dub when the series first aired on Cartoon Network during the mid to late nineties.) Vegeta gets angry and flies into a rage. He screams "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU WON'T ESCAPE, MY WRATH!" Do this day I found that awesome, I simply took it and modified it for Badman to say.

Patois Translation

Cum inna = Come in

Wah gwan mi friend, ow yuh duh = How are you my friend, how are you

Suh weh yuh ave fah me, mon = So what do you have for me, man

Di Punisha = The Punisher

Di Punisha rolled inna an destroyed di place = The Punisher rolled in and destroyed the place.

But a wha di rass = What the Fuck.