Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

"Depends on who you talk to," I said. She smiled a nod, returning to painting. She'd called off her men, but Daredevil wasn't taking any chances. He locked the two side doors. I just stood there, not too sure where I fit into this. Clearly, some words had been said before I came down. And, Matt seems annoyed about the phone thing. Like I knew he was going to call me.

"Trust me," Gao said, "my men won't disturb us."

"Yeah, I don't take much on faith, these days," Daredevil said, standing next to me. I couldn't help but notice the gap between us. Part of me wished it wasn't there…but the other reminded me why it was. I sighed on the inside, looking at Gao.

"So, tell me. To what do I owe this pleasure?" she looked at us, her brush frozen inches from the paper. I remained quiet, and the silence dragged on. I wasn't going to reply because I'm sure he'd like to reply. But it appears he's doing the same thing. I rolled my eyes, looking to the right. I hear Daredevil take a breath, preparing to speak, when Gao's voice fills my ears. "I've heard enough from you. I want to hear from the lady."

I looked at her, then glanced next to me. We were both shocked. Why me? What does it matter? I cleared my throat, putting on my game face. "We're looking for someone. You're top competitor in the heroin business. Though, you're a problem in this city, tonight we just want the information." I took a step forward. "Tells us everything you know about the Blacksmith."

She smiled and then went back to painting. "You do not hold anything back, do you?"

"Oh, I'm holding plenty back. Like, my fists from hitting you face," I crossed my arms. She calmly put the paint brush down and then turned to face us saying, "What makes you think I can help you?"

"Because the Blacksmith is taking things over in Hell's Kitchen, and New York is next. I'm sure some of your customers will stay to what they know, but once they see what he's selling, they won't. He'll run you out of town, Madam Gao. And from the look on your face, you know it, too."

She stood and poured a cup of tea. "The heroin imported by the Blacksmith is the purest I've seen."

"Me, too. Which is why he's bad for business," I said.

"He's also ruthless. His crew has been systematically eliminating my chemists and street dealers." She looked at me, taking a drink.

"We can end it tonight," Daredevil said. "But we need a place to start." She looked at him.

"My sources tell me, his product come in by ship," she said. I sighed.

"Well," I nodded. "That narrows it down a bit. Thank you." I turned to leave, Daredevil following.

"But," she said and we both stopped at the base of the stairs. "I fear the path you have chosen, isn't going to be an easy one."

"Yeah, it never is." Daredevil continued, headed up the stairs. I followed, my phone buzzing in my pocket. I slipped my phone out and saw that it was Coulson. I sighed, sliding it away as Daredevil opened the hatch. "You're popular, tonight." He climbed out of the semi hole the stair case was in, and then bent down to give me a hand.

"Unfortunately." I took his hand and climbed out. "Thanks." He nodded as I walked away. I clicked on my ear piece, "Hey, what up?"

"My sources tell me you're looking for someone, code name: Blacksmith." I stopped walking, making sure I heard him right.

"Why, do you have something?"

"Information on his whereabouts."

"What about an ID?"

"Negative. Even S.H.I.E.L.D. has it's limits," he said.

"Okay, just a sec." I looked at Daredevil. "I need to go help Alison. I can meet you a-"

"It's fine," he sighed. "Go." I'm sure he's annoyed that he can't hear what's being said on the phone. But now I think he's annoyed I'm leaving. Though, maybe that's directed at Alison. He told me, and then Frank told me, about what happened at the Café. Two completely different stories, same outcome.

I nodded and then left. I walked to the entrance of the building. Once outside of it, I went in the opposite direction of the docks. "Okay. What's the address?"

"All Daisy could find was his transportation for the drugs. It's parked at the docks. Forty first street," Coulson said.

"Thank you, Coulson. That helps a lot. Anything on Ward?"

"Not yet. We're trying."

"I know. Thank the others for me? I have to go."

"Watch your back out there. And, if you need anything-"

"I know, Phil. And I just might." I hung up and then quickly dialed Alison's number.

Alison's POV
(bellamysgirl)

Frank pushed through the front door of the diner and held it open as I passed through. "Thank you," I nodded, chuckling a little. He rounded me to walk on my right side as we started for the car. He looked at me sideways. "What?" he asked, curiously amused.

I opened my mouth as my pocket vibrated, causing me to glance down. "Uh- well, for one, you kill bad guys for fun-" I dug into my pocket and fished out my phone, slowing to a stop beside the car. "-and yet you somehow never fail to hold the door for me." I checked the ID on the phone. An icon of Dani floated on the screen. The air caught in my lungs. Dani wasn't alone in the photo. I'd forgotten it, but I'd set it as a picture of her and Mary.

It was the best picture I had of Dani at the time and I just never got around to changing it. I didn't catch all of what Frank was saying—I wasn't really paying attention. But I caught what he said after a short pause. "Hey. You okay?"

I forced my eyes to move up, swallowing hard. "Yeah, fine. One second," I inhaled and pressed the green button, sliding the phone up to my ear, "Hey, what's up?" Frank stood just a few feet to my right. His eyes narrowed slightly, an eyebrow raised as he looked at me. I couldn't tell if he was trying to figure out who was calling or why I suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"Hey. I got some news," Dani said, on the other end. She exhaled. "Looks like this Blacksmith is hiding out at the docks on forty-first. You guys anywhere near there?"

I turned to see the street, my eyes scanning for the right sign. After a second, I found it, and sighed, "No, but we can be."

"Good, you can meet me there—I'm already on my way. Oh, and Alison? Bring your gun."

I made a small, humorless chuckle, turning back to the car. "I never leave home without it." At least, not anymore. I hung up the phone and slid it away, and then turned to Frank. "That was Dani. The Blacksmith is at the docks," I explained, pulling open my door. "We're supposed to meet her there." He nodded, but he didn't move for a second. I waited a second, eyeing him suspiciously. He looked out at the street, his eyes shifting around me.

Then I got it. You could always tell when he was trying to keep his mouth shut, but desperately wanted to say something. It was that twitching finger, deep in thought, just itching to do something demeanor that gave it away. I dropped my shoulders, shutting the car door. "Just say it—what are you thinking?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.

His eyes shifted to me. He was quiet a minute before replying. "Mary meant a lot to you, didn't she?"

I nodded, a little numbed. "Yeah…she was like a sister to me," I then looked at him questioningly, shaking my head a little. "But, how did you-"

"When you gave me your cell phone, I saw the picture in your contacts," he answered. Right. He would have had to see the contact picture in order to dial from my address book. I paused. "We wouldn't be together without her," I thought aloud, on an exhale.

Frank's eyes softened. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"Frank, you were in the hospital," I waved it away. Then I blew out a puff of irritated air at my next thought. "The real person who should be sorry is going to get his butt kicked the next time I see him."

"Ward?" he asked, rhetorically.

I gave a shake of my head, "Daredevil." I turned and opened my door, then slid in before pulling it shut. It shut a little harder than I wanted but I felt abnormally angry at the moment. I'd wanted to say more to Matt outside the police station. But I just didn't want to spend any more time near him. Frank slid in behind the wheel and started the car, pulling out of the small parking lot. The docks weren't that far, but they sure felt like they were.

The ride was mostly silent. The only communication was our locked fingers, resting between the seats. I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Mostly because I knew that, if I did, I would sound annoyed. And he would take it as me being annoyed with him, when I was really just angry with Matt. So I thought it best just to be quiet. Finally, we pulled up along the side of a warehouse—marking the start of the docks—and Frank cut the engine.

He looked to me a second before holding up the car keys. "Why don't you take these?"

"Why?" I asked, slowly, curious. I took the keys, but I still wanted to know. He sighed, looking straight forward. His eyes scanned the area a moment before settling on the center of the steering wheel. "You might need 'em if things get ugly," he finally said, semi-quietly. "Don't stick around if they do, alright?"

I tilted my head, pausing a little. "Frank-"

"Alison," he stopped me cold, his head turning to look at me. He looked focused. But there was a troubling edge to it that was hard to pin down. It almost seemed like sadness. My eyes softened at that. "Just do it, okay? Do this one thing for me." His eyes were about to burn a hole right through mine. I swallowed hard and nodded as much as I could. He nodded once in return and shifted his eyes down, pushing open his door.

If I wasn't unsettled before that I certainly was now. I tried to push it out of my mind, getting out of the car. I shut the door behind me just as Dani walked around the corner of the warehouse behind the car. I started toward the back and she stopped a few feet from the car. "Well, you two look like a lively crew," Dani commented, sarcastically.

I gave her a look and she sighed, crossing her arms. "Are you guys ready to put a bullet in this guy? Because I am," she finished. Only then did I notice a slight tint of stress to everything she said. I slid my hands in my jacket pockets and Frank gave a small nod. "Lead the way," he said.

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

We walked up to the dock, Frank and Alison to my left. I had a crossbow (the same one I shot Frank with), he had a rifle, and Alison had a shotgun. We were thirty feet away when I heard gunfire. Men started appearing in front of us as the shot gun filled my ears. I went right, taking cover behind a crate. I looked for the others but they weren't there. Probably taking cover, too.

I turned, popping up from behind the crate, gunfire filling the air. I shot a guy twenty feet away. He collapsed as two more hit the deck. I stepped out from behind the crate, walking swiftly forward. Firm grip on the handle, finger on the trigger, knees slightly bent, eyes not staying in one spot too long. A guy popped up to my left and I shot him.

I quickly did a once over of the scene. Frank walked past me, a gun in one hand and a gas can in the other. That was my idea, but I have no idea who let him have it. Probably not the smartest thing. Even though both he and Alison have vests on, it's still good to be careful. Something, I'm afraid, Frank's not good at. I rolled my eyes, Alison stepping up next to me. She paused and looked at me. I looked her in the eyes and nodded.

She nodded back, lowering her shot gun. She turned and lightly ran to catch up with Frank. I followed, pulling up the rear. I counted six men total. Only one appeared to still be alive. I walked down the middle of them and passed that one. I kept my eyes forward, pointing my cross bow at him and pulling the trigger.

When I caught up with them on the boat, Frank was prying open a wooden crate with a crow bar. The lid went flying as I walked up beside him and Alison. The crate was full of packages of drugs. I picked one up, felt it's weight. I let out a low whistle. Frank grunted, turning and walking away. I tossed the package back in the crate as Frank walked over with the gas can. He started pouring it's contents onto the drug packages. Then he started walking around, emptying the whole can onto the boat.

I stood, staring at him. He looked crazy, off his rocker. He had that dangerous look to him. I was seeing flash backs to the night on the roof in the back of my mind. The night he held a gun to my head and made Matt choose. I let out a long breath, sliding away the cross bow. I glanced at Alison. She looked a little unnerved, but still ready to end this. It reminded me that she hasn't seen his crazy side. Like, the real one. The one where he loses control to his emotions. Where it doesn't matter who's watching or who's on the receiving end of his bullet.

I casually followed him, keeping an eye out. He dumped the last of the gas and then tossed the can. A bullet pinged off the barrel behind Frank, a foot from his head. I looked for where it came from, slightly ducking. An older man was standing several yards away, peeking out from the inside of the ship. I heard a bullet fire from my left and I saw Alison shot at the guy.

"OH! HEY!" I waved my arms, turning to Frank. "You're gonna light this thing up!"

"He started it," he half growled as he put his hand on me and shoved. I stumbled back into a stack of creates.

"Hey! No touchy!" I pushed off the crates and then ran after him. "You hear me, Picasso?" He disappeared below deck, following the guy. I grunted, looking at Alison. "Cover me." She nodded and then moved to the door. I put my hand on the knob and ripped the door open, nearly off it's hinges. It slammed into the wall behind it. I stepped in as the door moved to close. It sealed shut as Frank whipped around, his gun pointed at me. I held up a finger, wide eyed. "Don't. You. DARE."

He turned around, facing the end of the hall where two doors stood. I looked around the room, pulling out my handgun. You could fit six of these into Frank's gun. A table sat to my right, more drug bags and guns. I tightened the grip on my gun, slowly walking forward. Frank kicked in the door on the left. I'm assuming it was empty since he didn't pull the trigger.

The he moved to the next on. He turned around, halfway in the doorway of the other room. He reached out for the knob of the closed door. I quickly moved for cover. I crouched next to the door. I looked up at him. He looked at me and paused. I nodded. He pushed on the handle. The door swung open and bullets came out. I turned to the left, covering my head.

The guy fired until his clip ran out, which didn't take long. "Looks like you're all out," Frank called. "That's all you got, huh?" Yeah, good question. Frank slowly walked out from the other room, gun at the ready. I slowly stood, gun pointed at the room.

"The cash," the guy said, "the drugs, just take it! Just take it all!"

"That's what you think is gonna happen, huh?" Frank walked into the room slowly. The guy became more panicked with each step Frank took. I know the feeling. I stood completely, entering the room behind him. I stopped at the doorway, my gun trained on him. This is the Blacksmith?

"No, please!"

"You think you're gonna talk your way out of this?" Frank pulled the trigger, shooting him in the right shoulder vicinity. He fell back onto the bed behind him and then slumped onto the floor. Frank tossed the rifle and then pulled out his hand gun. "I've been looking for you." He kicked the guy's foot. He moaned and screamed, still panicked. This isn't right. Something's off about this.

This guy is supposed to be some powerful drug lord, whose lack of presence caused those groups to go nuts, killing the Castle family. He's been taking out Gao's men, hunting them. He killed the DA and framed Castle. He killed the ME from the trail and redecorated Alison's.

"You're The Blacksmith. Say it."

"God, I don't want to die," he screamed. Frank shot him in the leg, upper thigh. He screamed and was now reeling in pain. Frank got down, putting a hand on his shoulder and his gun in his face. "Say it," he said. "I want you to tell me. Say 'I'm The Blacksmith'."

"Frank," I said, lowering my gun.

"Say it. Say 'I killed your wife'. Say it. Say 'I killed your children'." He pressed the gun into his cheek. "You hear me?"

"Frank."

"I…I'm The Blacksmith," the guy said.

"No," I said. "No, Frank, he's not the guy. It's not him."

He looked over his shoulder at me. "Shut up!" I rolled my eyes as he went back to preparing to kill the wrong guy.

"You have the wrong guy!"

"Don't shoot him, Frank!" I turned around and saw Daredevil running in, Alison just behind him. He stopped about ten feet away. "Frank!"

"Oh, for crying out loud! Frank was now angrier with us than the guy. The barrel of his gun was in the guy's mouth. "Get out of here, Red!"

"He's lying, Frank. We're here for the same reasons, alright? I want The Blacksmith just as much as you, but he's not him. I now when someone's telling the truth, Frank. It's not him."

"You're lying!"

"Frank," I took a step forward. "I-"

He came up on one knee, spinning to point his gun at me, keeping one hand on the guy. "Don't you dare!" he growled. I startled at the act, not expecting it. I stepped back, putting my hands up to prove I wouldn't do anything. "Hey!" I heard Daredevil yell. "What are you doing? Don't you point that at her! We're on the same side!"

"You sure about that?" Frank asked, looking past me at Daredevil.

"Frank," I heard Alison's voice. I almost forgot she was here. I heard her footsteps getting closer.

"It's me, I swear!" the guy yelled. Frank took the gun off of me, jamming it deeper into the guy. "Are you lying to me?" he shouted. "Huh? Are you lying to me?"

"Frank," Alison walked into the room, stepping kind of off to the left. "He's not the guy. It's not him." He looked up at her, still just as fierce. "We can go home, keep looking, but if you kill him we have nothing."

"I don't have a home," he said. A look of hurt flashed across her face. He turned back to the guy. "Either way," he stood, the gun still pointed at the guy, "you die." Something came flying from the other room and knocked the gun out of Frank's hand. It bounced off the wall and landed on the bed. A hammer landed on the bed next to the gun. Smart, Matt.

Frank looked down the hall at Daredevil with pure rage. He looked back down at the guy just before kicking him in the face. Then he turned to Daredevil. "You just couldn't let it be could you?" he started for him. Alison and I were saying his name, trying to get his attention, maybe talk him down. She reached out and grabbed his hand. He yanked his hand back at her touch, flinging his other arm at me. His hand caught me across the face and I slammed back into a desk. "You just couldn't let it be."

I spit out a wade of blood, quickly getting to my feet. I looked at Alison, "You have to stop him." She looked at me like I was an idiot. And frankly, I agree. I should've come alone. Checked it out, made sure it was the right guy. I heard Daredevil say something just before Frank slammed into him, forcing him through the door leading to the ship's deck.

"What the-"

"This isn't good." Alison ran down the hall toward the boys, and I followed.

"You're telling me." We walked out onto the deck to the sound of fists meeting flesh. They were in an all out brawl. Daredevil was on his back, Frank on top punching. I walked around to the other side of Frank. I reached down and grabbed two fists full of the back of Frank's jacket. Alison quickly did the same. We pulled with all we had, yanking Frank off of Daredevil and then slamming him in the closed door.

He lunged for me as Alison squeezed in-between us, two hands on his chest pushing him back. I ran to Daredevil. I grabbed him by his underarms and pulled him across the deck, as far as I could. "When are you gonna learn?" Frank yelled, pushing against Alison. Daredevil got to his feet, instantly turn toward Frank. I stepped in front of him. I don't care if they're ten feet or ten miles apart, this fight is NOT happening. Again.

"We want the same thing," he said, trying to walk around me.

"No, okay?" I said, giving him a shove. He took a couple steps back, looking at me. "Just shut up! You're making this worse."

"Oh, I'm making it worse?" he asked rhetorically, as I heard Alison screaming at Frank in the back ground. "You're the one who brought him here."

"Yeah, and I tried to fix it-"

"He pulled a gun on you!"

I heard something hitting metal and we both stopped talking. I whipped around to look at Alison and Frank. They were standing two feet apart, him giving her the death stare. I'm sure she was doing the same thing. But from the looks of it, she probably shoved him into the ship. I sighed, glad he didn't hurt her. Then…then we'd have problems.

Daredevil's shoulder bumped mine as he pushed past. "Hey!" I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. I yanked hard and then let go. He stumbled back into some crates and then landed on the ground. "I don't want to do this," I said, standing over him. He stood and then got close. He paused and then whispered, "Then don't."

Fine, Matt. You asked for it. I grabbed his left shoulder, pulling him in while driving my knee into his stomach twice. Then I quickly spun, planting my foot into his chest. He landed on his back, moaning. I don't think he thought I was serious…but he does now. I heard a noise behind me and looked. Alison and Frank were starting to get physical, too. Mainly on her part. He's just on defense.

I turned back and Daredevil was up. He walked up to me and I swung. He caught my fist, and I knew what his next move was. As he began to bend my arm back, I jammed my left fist into his side repeatedly. I got my other hand free and then pushed him away from me, yelling in frustration. "You're not even going to fight back."

"No. It's not you I want to fight."

"Then don't," I mocked. "But you have to fight me to get to him." I walked up to him, punching him. I moved straight into kneeing him in the side before throwing another punch. I dodged his attempt to catch this one and it continued into his face. I took a step back. He spit out a wade of blood and then faced me. In the blink of an eye I was on the ground, on my stomach.

I spit, tasting blood in my mouth. Now we're talking. Pushed up, as a boot pushed me down. "Stay down," Daredevil said. I slightly chuckled.

I looked back at him as best I could. "Why don't you make me?" I rolled onto my back, my legs looping around his. He slammed onto his back. He didn't miss a beat, flipping to his feet. I swung with my right fist and he caught it. I swung with my left and he caught that, too.

He quickly turned us around and slammed me into a stack of crates, my hands pinned above my head. "Was that even Alison you were talking to on the phone?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Does the shoe hurt on the other foot?" I mock pouted. Then I turned serious. "It doesn't feel good does it? Being lied to by your partner. Watching as they sneak away to go do who knows what with whoever." I looked into the red eyes in his mask. "Huh? That moment when you realize your partner's not your partner. That you're really fighting alone."

"So that's what this is about," he scoffed. "Really? Revenge?"

"NO!" I shouted, then lowered my voice. "I'm past revenge. I'm at the point where I don't care. I don't care who lives or dies." I got my face as close to his as I could and whispered, "Last year, when Alison was taken by the Russians…you heard me from miles away. Calling for you." He clenched his jaw. "And, yet…here we are, I'm right in front of you, like always-" I shrugged as best I could, "-and…you couldn't even hear my heart break."

His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. A blur flew past me and Daredevil was gone. I look down and he and Frank are on the ground hitting each other. I looked over at Alison, pointing at the boys. She was mad, marching this way with a purpose. "He's too strong."

"And stupid," I added. She glared at me. "What?"

She rolled her eyes. "Switch."

"That…is a good idea." I pulled out my crossbow and she pulled out her gun. We let them get a few punches in. Daredevil pushed Frank and he slammed into the open box of drugs about ten feet away from him. We saw our chance and took it. Alison and I jumped in. Frank pushed off the box and instantly went into a charge. I smacked him across the face with the crossbow, stopping him. "Enough!" I said, hearing Alison's gun cock.

"What are you doing, Alison?" Daredevil said.

"Joining the fight, for once. Standing up for what I believe in," she replied. "Why? Because I am awesome!"

"You think that this is okay?"

"Let it go, Red," Frank said, taking a step. I reached behind me and pulled out my gun. A cross bow in one hand and gun in the other.

I waved them both. "Which one do you think will reach you first?"

"I think your system is wrong!" Alison said. "It's messed up!"

"So this is the right way?"

"Oh, shut up!" I called back.

"Now you sound just like him," Daredevil said.

Frank started to walk forward. I backed up into Alison, our backs flat against each other. "I've already shot you once, Castle," I said and he stopped. "Don't you dare think I won't do it again."

"Then do it," he said.

"Wait, no!" Alison said. "Don't shoot him," she said over her shoulder. "No one is shooting anyone."

"That's why there's still a gun in my face," Daredevil said.

"There's a gun in your face because no one trusts you anymore. I don't need you to save me. And I never did." She paused. I felt her leave my back, stepping forward. "You've brought more pain to us than Fisk ever did. And, if I ever did need saving…it'd be from you." Go Alison. My head was turned to the side, listening to their conversation. I can't believe the pair she's grown.

"Alright, now it's my turn." I look at Frank just in time to catch his fist across my face. He grabbed my suit, pulled me in and head butted me. My head slightly danced around as he picked me up and threw me. I skidded across the tops of some crates and then slammed onto the deck on the other side. I rolled onto my side and coughed. Some of the wind was knocked out of me on that one. I ignored to lightheadedness and then used the crate to get me to my feet.

I had dropped my crossbow, but I still had my gun. He had just knocked Daredevil to the ground, when I whistled. "Hey, you sack of bricks," I called, sounding a little groggy. He turned and looked at me. "Eat lead." I raised the gun and fired. The bullet hit him in the center of his vest. I spit and then walked around the crate. Frank was on his knees, Alison at his side.

"You happy now?" I asked. I stopped a few feet from him. He looked up at me. Alison didn't look too happy either. "All of this because you couldn't kill the wrong guy? Give me a break," I scoffed.

"You don't get it," he said.

"Oh. Really? Tell me that one more time and I'll put a bullet in your head, save us all the trouble later," I said, waving the gun for affect.

"Stop it," Alison said.

"What?" I asked. "This isn't the end. We'll find him- I'll find him."

"Because you did such a great job this time," Frank said.

"Hey, I'm keeping my word, my promise. And you always trying to shoot me…isn't helping."

"Maybe…" Daredevil walked up to us. "Maybe just this once…just this once, your way's what it's going to take." He was looking between Frank and me.

"No!" I said.

"'Just this once'?" Frank repeated, puzzled. I was dumbfounded. I think I need to get my hearing checked after tonight. Matt just said he wants to help us KILL people. "No, no, Red, that's not how it works. You cross over to my side…you don't get to comeback from that. Just ask Angel-she…she's going through it right now. You don't ever come back from that."

Daredevil turned to the side, listening. Frank and Alison stood. "I count ten, armed. There's a lot of gun power below deck. If these guys start shooting-"

"It'll blow us straight to Hell," Frank said.

"We've got to get off this ship." He walked to the edge.

"Darn right you do." Frank ran up behind Daredevil and pushed him over the edge. Then he walked up to Alison. He caught her while she was still in shock from seeing him push over Daredevil. But she squirmed as he picked her up. He promptly walked over to the edge and tossed her. Then he turned around and looked at me.

"No," I said. He walked toward me as I started backing up. "No, no, no, no." I back into something and couldn't go anymore. He walked up to me and grabbed my arm. "No, Frank!" I whisper yelled. He ignored me, moving to pick me up. "One batch, two batch-" He froze and looked at me, eyes wild yet tame. "-I'm with you till the end."

"It's been a long time, Frank!" a male voice yelled.

"Penny and dime," Frank said, grabbing my hand.

"Kill 'em!"