Spade glared at the knife held at his throat.

"I know as much as you know, Castle," said Spade. "I don't know too much of anything about what's been going on as of late."

"There's something you're not telling me and I wanna know, dammit!" screamed Castle.

"You think I'm hiding something, Punisher?" roared Spade. "I am! I'm hiding the fact that you're a sociopath with ice water in his motherfuckin' veins! There, you happy?! That's what the fuck I'm hiding! So go fuck yourself, you shit-sucking bitch!"

Castle got off of Spade and helped him up.

"The only reason I won't kill you is because I might need you," said Castle. "So get up and come on."

Over in Radof, Texas, there was a man in an all-black suit conversating with three figures covered in body armor.

"I think it's time to go supply my loyal vassals with their favorite product," said the well-dressed male. "Is there any FBI-supplied cocaine left?"

One of the armored soldiers reported with a crate filled with the illegal white powder.

"Your coke, Paris Knight," said the soldier.

"Thank you, young servant," replied the Paris Knight. "Now we must go and--"

The sentence was cut short by the sound and effect of flashbang grenades. In stormed two guys with 7.62 mm assault rifles. One was masked and the other had a white skull on his chest.

"Oh, my god!" screamed of the armored knights. "It's them!"

"Loyal knights!" screamed the Paris Knight. "To battle!"

"Hey, boys," said one of the knights. "It's the Snypa. And look who he has with him, the infamous Punisher himself."

"It don't matter who they are!"

"They're still gonna die!"

"We have the advantage."

"More like you had the advantage," hissed Spade. "Thanks to one of your informants, you guys are dogmeat."

The armored stooges of the Paris Knight fired their sawed-off shotguns. The two vigilantes took cover and returned fire. That's when the 'knights' went to their 'steed,' which happened to be a battle tank. A very large battle tank at that.

The three flunkies cackled like hyenas in victory.

"You're gonna die! There's no way you two can bring us or our loyal master down!"

They were wrong. Deadly wrong. Little did they know, the Punisher had planted his anti-personnel mines on the back of the tank and the Snypa was facing them with an anti-tank weapon.

"Say good night, bitches." snarled the Punisher. He detonated his mines and the Snypa fired his rocket launcher.

The Paris Knight headed toward the bar's exit, but a quick shot from Spade's .50 caliber pistol to the ankle brought him down. Castle drew his .45 and turned the injured drug dealer over.

"Who you workin' for?!" he demanded.

"Go fuck yourself" was the response.

Spade let out two more shots from his pistol to the Frenchman's other leg.

"Better tell us, Frenchy," said Spade. "You don't wanna see the Punisher when he's angry. Believe me, the guy is always angry."

"The hell with you!" screamed the Paris Knight.

Castle pressed hard on the trigger.

"The Kingpin! I take orders from the Kingpin and nothing more! I do not ask the question, I follow the orders!"

"Thanks," said Castle.

Spade stopped him before he could pull the trigger.

"I got an idea, Frank," Spade whispered.