PROLOGUE
"Kingpin." said The Punisher, looking at his 'criminal bulletin board'. It was a hot, sunny day in New York, Frank enjoying a cool breeze from his air conditioner.
"I need a drink." said Frank, walking towards his refrigerator. He took out Jack Daniels whiskey. It felt like smooth honey going down.
"Can't get to him right now. Don't even know where he is."
"I'll just go crash a mob party. Maybe they know something."
"What should I take." said Frank, looking at a table covered with weapons.
"Two knives, my .45's, and my M-16 should do the trick." said Frank, picking up the weapons respectively and putting them in there sheaths and holsters. He carried the M-16.
"There it is. Nice condo." said Frank. He then got out of his car and went up to the front door and hit the buzzer.
"Who is it?" said a man on the buzzer.
"Catering." said Frank.
"Come on up, we've been expecting you." said the man.
"Coming right up." said Frank. "Idiot."
The Punisher went inside the building. It was empty.
"Probably rented the whole place out. No disturbance. Too bad there fixing to be disturbed. A lot."Frank said to himself, stopping at the door.
"Party's over boys." said Frank, kicking in the door.
"Oh, shit it's the Punisher! Yelled a thug.
"Kill him!" said another.
Frank then lifted up his M-16 and shot everything in front of him. He then walked forward, looking for any survivors among the bloody, bullet riddled bodies and floor. As he expected, there were none.
"Good," he said to himself. "More bullets saved."
He looked up at door, which was an office, and went inside.
"D-d--ddd-Don't kill me!" said a bald thug, as The Punisher took him up by his shirt and dragged him toward the tall, wide window in the office and bust his head thru it and held him by his leg out of the window.
"Don't drop me man! Please, pleaseeeee!" screamed the thug.
"Where's Kingpin?" said The Punisher.
"He-he–hehe he's in Tampa, trying to take over the Cubans!" screamed the thug.
"Thanks." said The Punisher. He then took out one of his knives, and stabbed the thug's foot, then driving the knife into the wall, the thug hanging there. Frank walked out of the office. He could hear the thugs scream as his foot ripped in half as his foot gave way from the knife. He then heard a bones break and a splat.
"Oops."said Frank. "Tampa. Cubans. The Toro brothers. Guess I'll need a plane ticket. Or a plane."