Announcement: The moment some have been waiting for! Frank Castle himself makes a return appearance to the "Faded Existence" series. The Punisher and all trademarks and logos are owned by Marvel Comics. I own the "Faded Existence" series, all its trademarks, and characters. Plus you'll learn the involvment of a Marvel villain.
Spade did as he was told. He did not move or talk.
"I should have known I'd be seeing you again, Damijin," a familiar voice said.
At that moment, Spade quickly spun around and drew his Colt Python on his attacker.
"Well, well, well," said Spade. "If it isn't the Punisher himself, Frank Castle."
"I intercepted an all-points bulletin that was out on you," said Castle. "What's up with you killing cops?"
"You see that guy who's a smear on the concrete?" asked Spade. "There's your answer."
Castle looked at the corpse of Shuri. "Big deal. What's your point?"
"He's an FBI agent, Frank," said Spade.
Castle raised his .45.
"You just made yourself guilty, Snypa," said Castle with a menacing tone. "And if you're guilty..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save me the speech," Spade snapped. "If I'm guilty, I'm dead. But look back on the scheme that some crooked cops in St. Louis were in on."
"What about it?"
"The connection with that FBI agent on the pavement and those cops, the FBI is in on it!"
"You lie!" yelled Castle, firing his pistol and hitting a stop sign. "The FBI would never get involved in something like this. There are probably a few crooked guys involved, but not the entire force!"
"Oh, yeah?" snapped Spade. "All the veteran feds are in on it, but if the feds are involved in this kind of thing, there must be someone that's got something on them pulling the strings."
Castle and Spade stood there thinking about this thought for a moment.
"Snypa, you better be right about this," Castle growled. "If you're lying..."
"Calm down, Frank," said Spade.
"Even if you're being honest, you're not going at it alone," said Castle. "I'm coming along with you. As insurance because I will kill you if I find out you're lying."
"Fine," said Spade. "But it's gonna take more than just two trigger-happy bastards wanted by the FBI."
Spade and Castle drove all the way back to Diabla's warehouse. They got out of the car and went inside.
"That's strange," wondered Spade. "The lights are out."
Castle flipped the switch for him. When the lights came on, there was a bunch of FBI agents all over the place, pistols and M-16s pointed at him and Spade.
"I wouldn't do anything foolish if I were you, Mr. Spade," said a voice from behind a line of agents with M-16s. He stepped out, Diabla as his hostage.
"Who the hell are you?!" yelled Spade.