We left off with the Snypa getting ready to fight fire with fire against X-Plodeliterally.) Now we continue with "Blood in the Air." Will our vigilantes make it out of Arkansas to NY? Find out and read.

Spade was a length of a football field away from X-Plode and his M79s.

"You ready?" asked Spade.

"Get ready to die," replied X-Plode.

X-Plode fired first. Spade escaped the grenade launchers' range of destruction and returned fire.

Meanwhile, Castle was able to mount an offense against the hulking Russian. He commandeered a crane carrying drums of fuel and dropped them on his monstrous adversary. (It isn't too hard to figure out what Castle plans to do.) Dousing the Russian in gasoline, he ran toward one of the base's hangars. Once inside, he dumped the fuel from the grounded planes inside. The Russian stormed in, pissed off and looked around for his quarry.

"No one does that to me!" he bellowed. "I shall turn your bones to dust with my bare hands!"

"You won't have to worry about that ever again," said Castle, stepping out from behind one of the planes and holding an incendiary grenade. "Say good night... big boy."

With that, Castle tossed the grenade at the Russian and exited the hangar. The chemicals in the grenade consumed everything flammable and the hangar exploded.

Spade was in a grenade fight with X-Plode, whose armor was slowly being chipped away. X-Plode did not realize this. He was too busy ranting.

"Come on out, Snypa. I will find you eventually," said X-Plode. "So make your death easier on yourself."

Then the murderous arsonist felt the barrel of a shotgun at the back of his head.

"Don't...fucking...move," growled Spade. "I've had enough of this shit. Now who the fuck is waiting for us in New York besides that fat sack of shit, the Kingpin?!"

"It's just Fisk, but you won't make it there to find out!" X-Plode mocked.

Spade spun X-Plode around and swiped his helmet off, then put the shotgun back in his face.

"I know you're gonna kill me, Snypa," said X-Plode. "But I want you to know that my body is a walking nuclear weapon. If you shoot me, I take you and the Punisher with me, along with this base."

Castle came running up to the scene, unloading his .50 caliber and reloading with live rounds.

"How was your fight, Frank?" asked Spade. "I see the Russian beat your ass."

"Who's the bitch?" asked Castle.

"One of mine," replied Spade. "X-Plode. International criminal. Turns out he's a walking nuclear device. He says if we kill him, we're gone as well."

Castle pointed his gun at X-Plode.

"I see he's taken his name to the limit," said Castle, pointing his gun at X-Plode. "I don't believe it."

"Believe i-- AAAACCKKKK!"

Castle saw a knife protruding from out of the pyromaniac's mouth and another knife through his neck.

"Sorry, Frank," said Spade, retracting the knife coming out of X-Plode's mouth and cleaning it. "I meant to say that he said if we shoot him, he explodes."

"You're a real comic, Damijin," hissed Castle sarcastically. "Let's go kill Fisk."

The duo boarded the nearest two fighter jets and activated them. Then a beast-like roar echoed from where Castle defeated the Russian. It was him, mangled, burned, and scarred.

"I see you didn't finish him off," said Spade, exiting his fighter. "I'll take care of him."

The Russian charged.

"Hey, King Kong! Got a little present for you."

Spade hoisted up X-Plode's corpse and threw it at the Russian. He quickly ran back to his fighter.

"Frank, get out of here!"

"Not this time."

"What?"

"I said, 'not this time.' You get to New York. This is your case."

Spade moved his plane to the runway and got enough leverage to get into the air.

Meanwhile, Castle was preparing to finally destroy the Russian, who was carrying X-Plode's corpse.

Castle's jet had already taken the to air, so the Russian went over to the chopper and ripped off the rotor blade. As Castle turned his fighter around and came in for the kill, the Russian briefly set down X-Plode's body and threw the rotor blade, severing one of the fighter's wings. The jet was coming down fast. Castle had to do something fast. He pressed the eject button, but not before firing two heat-seeking missiles at the Russian.

"You cannot stop me, Punisher!" boasted the Russian. "I am the Russian!"

"It looks I can," sneered Castle. "Goodbye... big boy."

Castle unlatched himself from the ejected seat and activated a winged jet pack, but not before firing two heat-seeking missiles that not even the Russian could stop. He checked every frequency to find Spade, then he heard a voice.

"Hey, Frank, you kill the Russian this time?"

"Of course I did, now we have one more thing to finish." Castle replied.

Bronx, New York- 9:54 PM, EST

Fisk was facing his window, looking toward the city. Wesley ran in, out of breath.

"Mr. Fisk, sir!" yelled Wesley

"What is it, Wesley?" asked Fisk.

"I have bad news, sir," said Wesley gravely. "X-Plode and the Russian..."

"They both failed," said Fisk, no emotion in his voice. "Everyone has the night off, Wesley. Go home."

"Are you sure?" asked Wesley.

"I grew up in the Bronx, Wes," said Fisk, removing his tie and jacket. "I'll handle those two."