A/N: Just a heads up, the person I placed in as the super terrorist is another character from Halloween 2018, since I already replaced Kimiko with Allyson. Also, the Flash shows up again. Not sure if I'll have him reappear later in the story though.
Also, I forgot to mention in the last chapter, Frank's intro by killing Blarney Cock was supposed to be a bit of a nod to Punisher Kills the Marvel Universe, where his family gets killed because of superheroes. He's not going to go overboard like nuking the moon, but I still thought it'd be a cool homage.
Barry Allen walked into the New York Jitters, clocked in, and started his daily routine. Waiting on the counter. Making lattes or other caffeinated drinks. Helping out customers whenever he could.
It had been two years since Crisis, and his life had gone horribly downhill. It seemed when Oliver created this new universe, he combined their world and the Avengers, as well as an entirely new world where the heroes were evil. It didn't take long for him and his friends to be overshadowed by the team known as the Seven, especially after the Avengers supposedly 'died' at the hands of Thanos. Now, almost all his friends were dead. Team Flash was gone. The only other person who was still there was Cisco. Caitlin died in a fight with Ice Princess. Joe was mysteriously killed when he spoke out against Homelander, having his head completely separated from his body in a house fire. Elongated Man, Ralph… There weren't even enough pieces to bury him, as a supe who controlled vibrations in molecules had literally torn him apart.
And then, everything came crashing down during that race last week. Iris had told him she didn't care if he lost, but he was supposed to be the Fastest Man Alive. He had gone up against Thawne, Zoom, and Savitar, not to mention Devoe and Cicada. But somehow, A-Train still beat him.
Barry shook his head, lamenting on his misfortune now. His job was barely paying the bills. He and Iris were drifting apart, and he was afraid of divorce. At this point, he was as washed up as someone like Mesmer, or anyone else from Teenage Kix.
"Hey, I'd like a dark coffee. No cream, no sugar."
Barry looked up, seeing a man in a black jacket, and a black hoodie. Odd, he looked somewhat… familiar.
"Don't I know you?" Allen asked.
"Yeah." the man nodded, partially unzipping his jacket. "Dig says hi."
Barry's eyes widened, as he saw the top half of a white skull underneath his jacket.
"Frank?" Barry whispered. "You're the Punisher?"
"About as true as you being the Flash." Castle grunted. "Can we talk?"
Last year, after the Crisis on Infinite Earths, Frank and his family had taken a vacation to Central City. There, they saw the Flash take down a meta human named Double Down. During the brief fight, the speedster's mask slipped off, only for a second, but he put it on. To anyone else who watched them fight, they wouldn't have been able to guess who was under the mask. But Frank noticed. An hour later, CSI detective Barry Allen arrived at the crime scene, and Frank immediately connected the dots. Once his job was finished, Castle invited him to have a drink at CC Jitters, where his kids got to meet the Flash, after making his kids swear to never tell the hero's secret.
Back in the present, five minutes later, Barry and Frank sat at a corner booth, with the Punisher drinking his coffee.
"So what's this about?" Barry asked. "I doubt this is a social call."
"I need your help." Frank told him, pulling out the vial of Compound V.
"What is it?" Allen asked, confused.
"Compound V." Frank answered. "It's how the supes got their powers. Homelander, the Seven, all of them. A-Train took it to beat you at the race."
"And what do you want me to do with it?" Barry inquired.
"Not just you." Frank explained, taking out a pen and writing something down on a piece of napkin. "Are you still in touch with Cisco?"
"Yeah..."
"I need you guys to run some tests and see what's in it." Frank requested, handing the Flash the V, as well as the napkin. "I have my own guess about it, but I need to be sure. Whatever you find, corroborate it with Felicity."
"You got it." Barry said, pocketing the Compound V.
"Thanks." Frank got up from the booth, and slapped some cash onto the table. "Here. Keep the change."
Barry looked down at the cash, along with the napkin with Frank's phone number, and watched as Frank left the Jitters, throwing his hood back over his face. A few minutes later, he walked out the back door, and sped away from New York, as fast as he could with yellow lightning trailing behind him.
Music: "Plastic Heart" by Nostalghia
Butcher sat in the hideout, overlooking the piece of paper he wrote in crayon the week before.
Yellow Ranch House, Sun 60 Degrees Celsius, NW Breeze, Larke Pines, Juniper, No Sidewalk, Saint Augustine Glass.
Even now, Billy vividly remembered how he had woken up in the parking lot of a Big Belly Burger, and only had enough time to write down all those details of the home he saw Becca in, before the televisions in the restaurant began declaring him a fugitive. Before the staff could call the police, Butcher had already left, and was long gone.
Butcher looked up from his list, and strolled over to a table, where Diggle, Dax, and Allyson were at. A few seconds later, Frank walked back into the warehouse, unzipping his jacket to reveal the bulletproof vest underneath with the white skull crudely painted on it.
"So you're the one the news is calling the Punisher." Butcher grinned, picking up his leather jacket and putting it on. "Bang up job you're doing on those supes, Castle."
"How'd it go with Barry?" Diggle asked.
"I gave him the V, he's going to have Cisco run some tests on it." Frank told them.
"Right, I'll see you all in a minute." Butcher announced, beginning to walk out.
"Where are you going?" Frank asked.
"To see a contact."
"Alright, asshole, who's the contact? What's their name?"
Butcher turned around, with a smirk on his face.
"You'll love it."
"Bullshit, try again." Castle growled.
"I didn't know I had to share every detail with you." Butcher sneered. "Like I owe you anything?"
"You're goddamn right you do!" Frank shouted. "Not a word from you for over a week, and you suddenly pop up like nothing happened?"
"You're right. I'm sorry." Butcher pretended to apologize. "Sorry that I thought you all could take care of yourselves."
"Ah, that's bullshit." Castle grumbled. "You didn't give a shit about any of us. You just went off after Homelander and blew up Stillwell."
"I told you, she was already dead when I blew her up." Butcher groaned. "But you're wrong. I do give a shit about you guys. More than you know."
"Didn't know abandoning your team meant you cared." Frank sneered.
"I didn't-"
"Yes you did." Frank interrupted. "You let Vought take Dax, Allyson, and Diggle, and you refused to help me break them out."
Butcher sighed, and sat down.
"You're right." Butcher admitted with remorse. "I did leave you guys. And I am sorry for that."
"So, where've you been?" Castle asked.
"After I blew up Stillwell? I don't know." Butcher told the Boys. "Homelander saved me for some reason, and dropped me off in front of some suburban home. A woman walked out, with her eight year old boy. Had the spitting image of Homelander."
"What do you mean?" Diggle asked.
"Becca's alive." Butcher revealed, shocking everyone.
"You're serious?" Dax asked.
"I'm positive. I saw her myself." Butcher insisted. "I must've blacked out, because the next thing I knew, I woke up in the parking lot of a Big Belly Burger."
"So what happened to your wife?" Diggle inquired.
"Vought must have hidden her away, and forced her to raise the child. I have… I have to get her back. I know that by all means, you should tell me to fuck off, after what I've done to you, but I need your help." Butcher pleaded, standing up and walking towards the door. "The contact I'm seeing is Mallory. You lot can come… or not."
Nobody said anything, and Butcher shrugged, leaving the hideout for the time being.
Barry sped over to Central City and STAR Labs, startling Cisco as he walked out of the elevator.
"Jeez, Barry!" Cisco shouted. "What're you doing here? I thought you were in New York!"
"Yeah, but I'm helping out an old friend." Barry replied, taking the vial of Compound V from his jeans pocket.
"What is that?" Cisco asked.
"My friend Frank says it's Compound V." Barry told him, watching the light reflect off the blue liquid. "He says it's how all of the supes got their powers from Vought, including the Seven."
"And what does Frank want us to look into?"
"He wants to know what it's made of." Barry told him. "How long do you think it'll take?"
"A few hours. Maybe even a day." Cisco shrugged. "Man, Barry, you know Vought will shut down STAR Labs if they find out I'm going behind their back like this."
"Don't worry Cisco. I've got your back." Barry smiled at his friend. "It'll be like old times. And hey, whatever you find, forward it to Felicity, will you?"
Cisco timidly nodded, and Allen sped off, leaving Ramon by himself to break down the chemical makeup of Compound V.
Becca looked out the window, seeing Homelander and her son, Ryan, playing catch with a baseball. Each time Homelander tossed the ball, however, Ryan would either not catch it, or flinch in fear of getting hit.
"Better luck next time." Homelander would say, even though he was visibly frustrated. "Okay, use your powers now."
"My powers?" Ryan asked. "I don't have powers."
"Yes you do, you're my son." Homelander said. To prove his point, Homelander turned around and through the baseball, watching it soar amongst the clouds. "Didn't Mommy ever tell you what you can do?"
"No."
"Well, it's about time you found out." Homelander smirked, just as Becca walked outside.
"Hey, Ryan. It's math time, buddy." Becca told her son. Ryan smiled, and quickly ran inside, leaving Homelander and Becca alone.
"When I was his age, I was breaking the sound barrier." Homelander pointed out. "He can't even throw a fastball."
"We thought it would be best to raise him as ordinary as possible." Becca said.
"Who's we?" Homelander asked snidely.
"I just want him to be normal." Becca pleaded.
"Good thing I'm here, because he's not normal." Homelander declared. "And you're raising him like a pussy."
"How long are you planning on being here?" Becca asked. Homelander stepped forward, smiling.
"Becca, we had a deal, remember?" the supe asked her. "And that deal is running around, alive and well. So let's just be civil, okay?"
Homelander strolled past Becca, touching her shoulder. The moment she felt his touch, she jerked her arm away, as if she'd been burned. There was no way in Hell she wanted to feel him again. Not after everything he did to her, and to Billy.
"Are you ready to meet the newest member of the Seven?" Starlight asked, speaking into the cameras. "Find out on KMFT!"
After hearing that the Seven's newest member, Stormfront, had already met Homelander and Queen Maeve during a commercial for the military, Vought insisted on creating a female centric movie called "Girls Get It Done", to demonstrate female empowerment. After dozens of takes, where Annie had to speak almost the exact same lines for different tv stations, she, Maeve, and Stormfront stood out in front of a news crew, as paparazzi took pictures.
"Okay, ladies, we have a very big day today-"
Ashley spoke rapidly, leading the three women through Vought Tower. After Stillwell died, Homelander himself had hand picked her to take Madelyn's place.
"-so big smiles!"
"Jesus, if she vibrates faster, that stick up her ass will explode." Stormfront whispered, wearing her black hair down, with the dark black suit and cape, and metal engravings of the American flag around her arms, earning a chuckle from Annie, who had to wear Vought's skimpy version of her original costume.
"We want it to be powerful, upbeat- Maeve, where are you going?" Ashley demanded, seeing Maeve walking away.
"Family emergency." Maeve replied, entering the elevator.
"Is everything okay?" Starlight asked.
"Maeve, you can't leave! This is the first time we've had three female members in the Seven!" Ashley protested. All she got for her trouble was Maeve giving her the finger, just as the doors closed.
"Uh, I have a family emergency too." Stormfront spoke up, earning a glare from Ashley.
Mallory walked back to her car, unlocking it and opening the door. As the sound echoed in the parking garage, she hesitated, feeling something was off.
"You think you can surprise me?" Mallory asked. "I literally taught you this one."
"Hello Grace." Butcher greeted, sitting up in the back of the car.
"I thought you promised never to see me again."
"No, I promised to never come to your doorstep." Butcher countered, stepping out of the vehicle.
"I should turn you in for the murder of Madelyn Stilwell." Mallory grimaced, beginning to walk away.
"You really think I did that?" Butcher asked.
"Do you want me to answer that?"
"Come on Grace. We both know it was Homelander!" Butcher insisted. "You know I wouldn't endanger a baby. And even you have to admit the story reeks of lies."
"How so?"
"I'm right next to Stillwell when I press the button, yet here I am?" Butcher listed off. "The baby was found miraculously a few miles away? Homelander was there, and he killed Stillwell."
"But why would he save you?" Mallory asked.
"I don't know." Butcher made up. "Maybe he just wants this sick little game of his to last. So I have to take him out before he gets bored of it."
"You're like telling a cockroach not to be a cockroach." Mallory scoffed, beginning to walk away again. "It's in your nature."
"I know who killed Rawlins."
Mallory stopped, and turned around.
"Who?
"Okay, I don't know specifically, but Frank thinks that Vought had him killed to hide something." Butcher revealed. "We think it has to do with the super terrorist smuggled in last night."
"Do you know what he was going to say?" Mallory asked.
"Not a clue." Butcher lied, deciding to play it safe. "Listen, we find the terrorist, we're one step closer to finding out who killed Rawlins."
"I'm not getting back in, certainly not for you." Mallory sneered.
"I'm not asking you to… just dip a pinky in." Butcher asked. "Not for me, but for Rawlins."
"You never gave a shit about him, you're just here because you want something!" Mallory accused.
"You're right." Butcher sighed, looking at the ground. "My wife's alive. That's the real reason Homelander saved me."
Mallory opened her mouth in shock, unable to speak.
"Now I know I've been a nasty cunt in the past, but I need your help." Butcher begged. "Please. I need to find my wife."
Mallory looked at Butcher, having never seen this side of him in a long time, and sighed in pity.
Starlight and Stormfront sat in front of at least half a dozen cameras, being interviewed by multiple stations about "Girls Get It Done". With Maeve gone, they're chairs were sandwiched together, and they were already getting tired of the same questions, over and over.
"Stormfront, are you excited to be in the Seven?"
"Starlight, are you single?"
"How does it feel to be working on this empowering project?"
"Do girls make better heroes than boys?"
That last question made Stormfront finally snap, and she went off script.
"Look, I don't think having a dick or a vag makes you better than the other." Stormfront told the interviewers. "Can't we all just be competent at our jobs? I don't think girls are better than boys, anymore than boys being better than girls. Chicks and dicks are in it together."
Suddenly, Stormfront's phone went off, and she had to rifle through her backpack, with Starlight trying hard not to laugh. Stormfront looked up, seeing Ashley furious.
"Sorry, Ashy." Stormfront smirked. "You want to talk about girl power, add some pockets to these suits."
At that point, Starlight did laugh, and she had to cover her mouth from busting a gut on camera.
"Starlight, the public has been wondering about A-Train." one of the interviewers spoke up. "From yours and Vought's own accounts, you were the last one who saw him. What happened?"
"The last I heard from him, he was on a secret mission in Kandahar." Starlight lied. Even now, she was still surprised that Vought never revealed the truth, that Frank Castle, the Punisher, killed him with a single bullet to the head. Then again, they had kept quiet about Translucent for a full week.
"America really is lucky to have such a brave hero." Starlight continued, putting on a plastic smile.
Butcher came back to the hideout, ignoring the fact the Boys were all looking at him.
"Any news?" Frank asked.
"Mallory's going to help us." Butcher smiled, taking off his leather jacket. "She'll scrub our records, help me find my wife, and she'll reunite you with your family Diggy. All we have to do is bring them the supe terrorist."
Again, Allyson's face contorted into a glare at the mention of 'terrorist'. Like last time, only Frank noticed. There was clearly something she wasn't telling them. Obviously, this supe was connected to her somehow, but with what? Was he a brother? Friend? Boyfriend?
"734 Central Avenue." Billy continued. "That's the address linked to the account that smuggled him in. Now ain't you twats lucky that I showed up?"
Butcher wore a shit eating grin, and walked off, as he and the Boys formed a plan on how to catch the terrorist.
Starlight walked up to Stormfront, just as she finished speaking on her Instagram.
"...So, don't spend your hard earned cash on this plastic figurine with the oversized tits." Stormfront grumbled, and ended the livestream.
"Hey, I gotta say, I really like everything you've said about Vought." Starlight told her. "And I kind of agree."
"Are you wearing a wire?" Stormfront asked sarcastically. "Look, I mean this in a nice way, I don't need some Vought spy barbie sniffing up my snatch. I mean, look at you. I used to be a fan about how outspoken you were, but now you've sold out. You don't even wear your original costume anymore."
Stormfront looked past her, seeing a scrawny kid with an eyepatch waiting by the stairs.
"Looks like a cyclops wants your attention." Stormfront nodded over Annie's shoulder, before leaving. Annie turned around, seeing Gecko, holding onto the eyepatch.
"What happened to your eye?"
"Like you give a shit." Gecko muttered bitterly, before taking out a small pink hand purse. "Here, I got you what you wanted."
Annie opened the purse, revealing a small capsule of Compound V.
"I can't take this right now." Starlight whispered.
"Tough." Gecko said coldly. "You wanted the V, there it is. If you threaten me again, I'll let them know you stole it."
Gecko left, leaving Annie with little choice but to hide the purse in her boots. The moment she finished, Stormfront came back.
"All done?" Stormfront asked, picking up her backpack.
"Yep." Starlight grinned. "Let's finish this press conference."
Becca dropped off Ryan at his piano lesson, and watched as he exited the green minivan.
"Okay buddy, have fun at your lesson!" Becca called out. "I'll be back in an hour!"
"Love you Mom!" Ryan said happily. Becca smiled at her son, but just when he vanished in his instructor's house, she took off, the vehicle tearing down the road. While driving, she began breathing rapidly, until a metal fence appeared in her view. Right next to the fence was a gate, guarded by Vought security in the gatehouse.
Becca slammed on the brakes, next to the gatehouse, and threw her car door open.
"Open the door." Becca demanded, letting her anger pour out. "Open the fucking door!"
"Please get back in the car." the guard said politely.
"I want to speak to Doctor Park." Becca growled. "Let me speak to Park, now!"
A phone beeped, and the guard answered, before handing the phone to Becca.
"What the fuck is going on?" Becca asked, pouring her hatred into her words. "Why is he here? The deal was that he would never find out about Ryan and me."
"Homelander is angered this information was kept from him, so we have decided not to antagonize him further." Dr. Park told her.
"You need to make him leave." Becca growled in a low tone as she watched through the monitors, seeing Homelander go through her house. "If you don't, I'll take Ryan, and you'll never fucking find us, ever again."
"We both know that's impossible."
"Then protect us." Becca begged. "Move us, please."
"I'm sorry, but now that he knows, there's no way of putting the toothpaste back in the tube. Just keep him calm, and hope that he gets bored and moves on."
"You can't be sure that'll happen." Becca murmured, shaking her head. "And even if he does, he could kill us."
"Do you have a better alternative?"
"I-no." Becca quickly said, seeing Homelander look straight at the camera. Straight at her. In truth, she did know an alternative. Billy, her husband. Homelander still had no idea who he was dealing with, but she couldn't risk the supe hearing her. With nothing else to say, she hung up the phone, got in her car, and drove back to pick up Ryan.
Music: "Wrought Iron Fence" and "The Shape Hunts Allyson" from Halloween 2018
Black Noir sat at one of the Crime Analytics' computer monitors, staring at a photo of the woman he stabbed last week. He still wasn't sure how she was still alive, as he had driven the knife directly into her heart. Then again, A-Train had told him days ago that she was the girl locked up under Noodle Palace, so she very well could have gained a healing factor when exposed to Compound V.
A-Train. He wondered where he could be right now. It had been over a week, without any hide nor hair of him in sight.
Black Noir shook his head, and continued staring at the picture. He was getting off track. He couldn't help but repeat his name, over and over again. His real name.
Michael.
As Noir continued staring at the security photo, he suddenly flashed back to another memory he never knew he had.
Black Noir had snuck up onto a kid with curly brown hair and wearing a Devil costume, slashing at him with the same kitchen knife he used on the blonde woman. The kid screamed, and ran for an iron fence, trying to pull himself up. Noir casually strolled forward, stabbing him in the back before impaling his lower jaw onto one of the fence's spikes.
"Oscar?"
Noir had stood off to the side, waiting for someone to come find the boy's body, mostly due to his screams of mercy before death. The automatic lights of the yard flickered on, and he stepped out to see... the woman he had stabbed a week ago, complete with the white shirt and black suspenders. She screamed, and began running off into the night, with Black Noir following her. This memory must have been before either of them were exposed to Compound V. Why else would she not at least try to fight him?
Black Noir snapped out of the memory, and looked at the photo once more. So he had met her before. It must have been when he was referred to as Michael, but Michael who?
Every time Black Noir received an answer, it seemed like they only raised more questions. But mark his words, he would get to the bottom of this.
Later in the evening, Homelander finished tucking Ryan into bed, and shut out the lights.
"Good night son. I love you." Homelander smiled. He felt a twitch of disappointment, when Ryan didn't say it back right away, but nevertheless, shut the door, seeing Becca standing right next to him.
"Your turn, Mom-"
"You need to leave." Becca interrupted.
"Excuse me?" Homelander asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Get the fuck out of my house." Becca told him, harsher this time.
"That's quite a mouth. No doubt picked up by your husband." Homelander smirked. "But what happens when Ryan finds out you lied to him his whole life? You think he'll be happy you've kept him locked away in this prison? Or will he hate you? Maybe we should ask him."
Homelander grinned even bigger.
"You were right by the way. I'm not going to move on." Homelander revealed. "I'm staying right here, so you can go ahead and tell Doctor Park to go fuck himself. Because believe me, I'm just getting started."
The Boys parked outside of the address Mallory gave them, and began loading their weapons.
"Here." Dax handed two special rounds for Butcher's sniper rifle. "Tranquilizer rounds. I only made two."
"Good work." Butcher nodded, taking the rounds and loading them in.
"Hey, what happens if he's not here?"
"Then we're fucked." Butcher muttered.
Dax and Allyson walked up to the back door, where he started to pick the lock.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked Allyson. The girl looked towards him and slowly nodded, wanting to hide her real thoughts.
Dax forced the door open, and the Boys quickly went inside, where they saw the location was a costume store. The five of them spread out, each taking a different aisle, while Allyson stalked towards the staff room. The door was already wide open, and she saw an old man in a checkered yellow shirt, smoking a cigarette.
Allyson began to breathe heavily, and the man slowly turned around. The girl saw red, and grabbed the man by the neck, quickly twisting and ripping his head clean off with her superhuman strength. She was joined by Dax, who looked at the body in surprise.
"Holy shit." Dax whisper-shouted, before Allyson reached down and pulled the corpse's wallet out. She rifled through the contents, until she pulled out a card, and handed it to Dax.
"Smith's Grove Sanitarium? Like that doctor you strangled?" Dax asked. Allyson nodded. "You know this man?"
Allyson nodded again. Or at least, she did from visiting Smith's Grove once or twice, before she was kidnapped. She still wasn't sure how the institute fit into all this, or if it did at all, for that matter.
"What the Hell is going on here?"
Dax turned around, only to find Allyson wasn't there anymore. As he went searching for her, she climbed on top of the racks in order to find the super terrorist. She eventually found him, hiding behind a glass case, and jumped down in front of him. The terrorist backed up slightly, surprised, as she looked him in the eye. What happened next shocked both Frank and Dax: they hugged.
"Cameron?" Allyson asked, speaking for the second time since she was locked up. She knew she recognized him. It was her ex boyfriend, Cameron Elam. Even after they had broken up three years ago, they stayed as friends.
"Allyson?" Cameron replied. "What are you doing here?"
"I was… we were looking for you." Allyson answered, breaking off the hug to stare at him again.
"We?" Cameron asked, nervous. Just then, Frank and Dax walked out, holding up a hand to show they meant no harm.
"Butcher, come out." Frank barked.
"Dammit Castle, you're not giving me a clean shot!"
"Do it!"
Butcher grit his teeth, but he and Diggle did come out. Cameron noticed Butcher holding a large sniper rifle, and his eyes widened in fear.
"Relax son, they're tranqs."
"Why were you looking for me?" Cameron asked Allyson.
"The CIA has labeled you a super terrorist." Allyson told her friend. "We decided to bring you in."
"No." Cameron gasped. "I can't go there. I'll be killed!"
"They want you taken alive." Diggle offered.
"I'm not going!" Cameron shouted, turning towards the Boys and pushing his hands out. Frank felt an invisible force push him, and he, Dax, Diggle, and Butcher were flung across the store, smashing into the glass cases.
"Cameron, stop!" Allyson ordered, grabbing one of his wrists. Elam turned around, preparing to push her too, but she elbowed his arm up, and he shattered a light instead. Allyson grit her teeth in frustration, and bashed the crown of her head into his chin, knocking out teeth and causing him to fall unconscious.
"God dammit." Frank grunted, picking himself off the ground and helping Butcher up, while Dax helped Diggle.
"Fuck you Castle, I had him!" Butcher yelled. He attempted to throw a haymaker at Castle, but Frank held up his own hand, catching the fist and stopping him cold.
"Allyson was in the line of fire!" Punisher replied.
"I still could have gotten him!"
"Enough!"
Everyone turned to look at Allyson, who had retrieved duct tape from the staff's room and was covering his hands. For his part, Dax was still stunned that she was talking at all.
"Where are we going to take him?" Allyson asked. "We can't take him to the warehouse and wait for the CIA. They already raided our last one."
"Good point." Frank agreed. "We could drive to a remote location."
"Yeah, that worked out well with Rawlins." Diggle reminded everyone.
"Don't worry lads, I got it." Butcher smirked, beginning to walk out of the store. "Follow me."
The Boys began walking out as well, with Allyson dragging the unconscious Cameron, when Butcher turned back around.
"Oh, and Frankie…"
"Yeah?" the Punisher asked.
"Don't ever undermine me again, or I'll have you eating your nuts, savvy?"
"I dare you to try it." Frank muttered, as they climbed into their van.
A/N: So, anyone remember Cameron Elam from the Halloween reboot? That's who I decided to replace Kenji with, since there weren't a lot of people I could think of to use as a stand-in.
That rivalry between Butcher and Castle won't be a big focus. He's just desperate to find his wife.
The next two chapters will cover the third episode, but split into two parts. I didn't want there to be a ten thousand word chapter, so I broke it up.
Until next week, guys.