A/N: All characters not owned by the three authors I listed earlier or myself are owned by Marvel Comics. Blood Knight is mine.

Now let's recap.

Everyone focused their attention on a man in a black robe, his head and face completely covered.

"Mr. Russo, I don't want you to get upset, but there is a traitor in your organization."

Jigsaw: "A traitor?!"

"Yes. And I want to join your syndicate."

Jigsaw: "Who's the fuckin' sellout?!"

The man walked slowly toward the group when a red flash of light brightened the room. Moments later, Jigsaw had two smoking holes in his head as he fell to the ground, dead.

"There was no traitor, you stupid fuck."

The robed man turned to everyone as he removed the robe, revealing a black man with red contacts.

"I am Bloodknight and I am your new leader. I know all about Damijin Spade and I will help you defeat him."

Bloodknight was an impressive man. He was almost as tall as the Russian. The tips of his dreads were dyed red, matching the color of his eye contacts. The man had a demeanor that made even the Russian step back.

"Russian, please deposit Mr. Russo's body to the street of New York City."

The Russian walked over to Jigsaw's corpse, very slowly and picking it up. Walking over to the window, he hoisted Jigsaw's lifeless body up in a gorilla press motion and tossed it through the window at least forty stories to the New York streets.

Bloodknight: "Now, since Jigsaw was not a capable leader- this is what we're going to do. Mr. Borealo?"

Raphiel: "Yes?"

Bloodknight: "You say that this wedding is an obvious deathtrap. Do you think that Damijin and your Number 16 have a guest list?"

Raphiel: "I would think so. But as far as I know, it will be a private ceremony and no camera crews will be allowed in."

Bloodknight: "So that means the ceremony will be shown on the jumbo screen that is outside."

Raphiel: "Pretty much."

Bloodknight: "Well, no worries- we'll crush the spirit of New York by eliminating their saviors."

Eddie Gnucci: "Excuse me, um... Bloodknight?"

Bloodknight turned to Eddie: "Yes, Mr. Gnucci?"

Eddie: "Do we have any knowledge of the other psychopaths?"

Bloodknight: "If you are referring to the other vigilantes, then yes. From what I gathered shortly before coming to New York, I learned that the Punisher currently in Japan with a team of super-killers and the Silver Samurai facing a vampire crime syndicate that invaded New York not too long ago. All other vigilantes are spread across the country in their respective 'jurisdictions," so I doubt that they would know what we're up to."

Bobby Gnucci: "And the superheroes? They're just as big a pain in the ass as guys like Castle."

Bloodknight: "Well, we'll deal with some of those guys who stick their nose in our business. Tombstone, go place a call to Bullseye and Swordsman and then have your boys in the CIA send us Juggernaut."

Tombstone: "You got it, boss."

Hammerhead walked away with Tombstone.

Hammerhead to Tombstone: "He's a hell of a leader. Better than Jigsaw."

Tombstone: "I agree."

Underground Base- Undisclosed Location:

Spade and Jones had made it to one of the safehouses that belonged to Castle, but was left to him by Solitaire. They got out of the Camaro SS as they were greeted by Castle, who was fully clad in Punisher gear.

"It's finally nice to meet the man who brought down the America Reborn miltia in Utah," Castle said, not wasting time with pleasantries.

Normally, some people would be impressed with the size of Luther Jones, but not the Punisher.

The Punisher led the Snypa and the Sentencer into a large room where in the room Night Thrasher was already waiting. Jones turned to a man in a patrolman's uniform and a face plate. Slung over his back was a 12-gauge pump-action and on his hips were sub-pistols.

Americop. Former Houston cop Bart Gallows. This man had actually went face-to-face with Captain America. He looked up at the big man and over at Spade.

Americop: "If we're not out stomping these leeches, the name's Bart Gallows. It's finally nice to meet the man who took out the Ft. Lauderdale chapter of Crips. May I also ask, did you really see a fuckin' dragon? A real fuckin' dragon?!"

Gallows stuck his hand out as Jones' accepted with a handshake. Gallows pulled back before shaking hands with Spade.

"In fact, I did." Jones replied.

"Damn, man- you got enough power to choke an elephant with those hands," said Americop before he shook hands with Spade.

Next was a woman with black hair and reddish highlights. Black tights and sexy as hell. Blades all over her costume. Latina.

Tarantula. Maria Vasquez.

Spade held Tarantula's hand before kissing it.

"I'll be sure not to get on your bad side," said Spade.

"Shit, you're welcome to be on my bad side, big bad Snypa."

Spade chuckled.

"Only if Rose is down for it, bonita."

"I'm one of her bridesmaids, you know."

Tarantula blushed before turning to Jones as they shook hands.

"El gusto es mio."

"Very fluent in Spanish, I see."

Moon Knight's Base of Operations:

Spector led Rose to his base, where he had her bridesmaids waiting.

Rose looked over at the woman with black hair and a red bandanna across her head. She noticed the red halter and the red tights as well as the sai daggers.

Elektra. Daredevil's lover.

Then she looked at the Russian redhead in the skintight black bodysuit.

The Black Widow. One of S.H.I.E.L.D's best.

Then Rose looked over at a blonde with green eyes. A dragon tattoo on her cheek. She looked back at Rose.

Gora Liant. The Dragon Reeper. The woman who had stopped a serial killer on her college campus and has been known to take on all supernatural criminals from vamps to werewolves, but she had played her hand against the Brotherhood of Evil before, resulting in the defeat of Magneto and the death of Mystique. However, Gora was far from a mutant.

Rose then looked toward a blue-greenish skinned woman with a turquoise circle around her left eye.

Neema Thurman. Domino. Her mutant power was to manipulate the game of chance, giving herself good luck while anyone dumb enough to fight her was assed-out.

"Pleasure to meet you, Rose," said Domino, breaking the silence.

And finally, the green-haired ninja. Black suit, matching mask.

Carmilla Black. Code name Scorpion.

She was anything but ordinary. On her left hand contained claws. Claws that contained poison. The lethality of the poison was up to Carmilla.

"I'd hug you, but I don't want to kill you."

Carmilla also worked with SHIELD.

Spade:

"I've gotten rumors that there was a syndicate that had united every piece of shit here in New York. I'll be blunt. I want every one of those motherfuckers dead. Jigsaw and everybody he's connected to. Stomped into the ground."

Jones to Spade: "I've been here a while, Spade. You forget that Harlem's my home. So I have a good idea how far Russo's reach goes."

Spade to Jones: "Good. Tell me."

Jones: "Personally, I'd like to start in Harlem. I have loan sharks with a...debt that needs to be...collected."

He knew about his war, but Spade didn't realize that Jones never got around to killing the bastards who took the only two people that he loved. Maybe he killed the ones who pulled the trigger, but it was assumed that Jones wanted to finish where his war began and maybe get some intel on Jigsaw and his crew. It was understandable.

So Spade, along with Jones would head to Black Harlem while Castle, Night Thrasher, and Americop would go to Spanish Harlem.

MS-13 Safehouse

Rose, who was with the Dragon Reeper, Scorpion, and Elektra, were on the roof of a Mara Salvatrucha safehouse in Queens- which was one of the many bars. None of the women were armed with firearms. Rose had a pair of Chinese butterfly swords, Elektra had her sai, Carmilla with her poisoned hand, and Gora armed with her scythe. Sources had told them that 12 of the 24 clique would be gathered here.

Their intentions were the same as Spade's: take out the small fry in order to take on the big-leaguers.

Rose: "You ready, ladies?"

Elektra, with bloodlust in her eyes: "Definitely."

Dragon Reeper: "Of course."

Carmilla: "Let's do this."

Rose: "Okay. On three. One, two..."

Gora: "THREE!!"

And with that, she dropped through the glass skylight and levitated to the ground.

Rose, coming down the skylight: "Some of us don't have mystical powers, you know!"

Rose was followed by Elektra and Scorpion as the Salvadorians looked confused as to what's going on. But when Gora took down six of the Latino thugs down with lightning bolts from below, the others began to realize what was happening.

"KILL THEM!" in Spanish was all that the punks needed to hear as the four women let loose.

Rose was hacking and slashing, a human lawnmower. She gutted two MS-13s, one in the throat and other in the eye as she turned around and threw one of the butterfly blades into a third one's forehead as she discarded her swords and pulled out throwing knives.

"Party's over, bitches!"

Gora was having a good time as she literally darted in and out of reality, decapitating Salvadorian gangsters with her Grim Reaper scythe. She turned around into a punk wielding a shotgun as he fired. Gora's cloak absorbed the shot pellets before spitting them back out at his head, making a vacany where his brain used to be.

"Stick to The Fall of Max Payne."

Carmilla ran over to Gora as she gutted 'bangers left and right with her poison claws and a KA-BAR knife. She headbutted one of them, putting her hand on his shoulder to drop him from a sudden dose of venom through his system.

"How about a little help?"

Gora agreed as Carmilla held onto her. Together, they teleported all over the place, hitting these punks from every angle.

Elektra almost smiled as she jumped off of one of the late 'bangers, stabbing another one in the chest with her sai. She turned to a whole group, armed with AK-47s.

"Kill that bitch!" one yelled.

First they were seeing Elektra. Then they were seeing...

"A monster!"

It appeared as if a dragon was moving toward the thugs, preparing to devour them whole...

When the illusion cleared, it was the Dragon Reeper coming from above, with twin sai daggers as well as Elektra and Rose.

"Steel Torrent!"

The daggers of all three women began to multiply as they flowed like a river toward the thugs...

...Screams of agony and anguish could be heard as hundreds of thousands- no, MILLIONS of blades pierced through flesh, muscle, and tissue and leaving behind a grotesque pile of skewered bodies and a pool of blood at least a couple of feet deep. The four women admired their handiwork as Gora, using her powers of levitation, escorted her group out of the bar as sirens screeched through the sky.

I also take possession of the Dragon Reeper. Carmilla Black is not an OC, and neither is Domino. A Wikipedia search helps.