Frank Castle patrols the city streets, his greying hair blowing in the wind and the skin on his face sagging.
It's quiet in the big city. Too quiet. Crime seems to have decreased, which only makes Frank grow more suspicious. A shady young man in a black hoodie knocks into Frank's shoulder attempting to cause him to lose his balance but Frank remains stoic causing the young man to lose his footing and some black envelopes to fall from his shoulder bag. Regaining his composure, the young man gets in Frank's face. "Watch your step old man!"
Frank stares back at the young man with tired, stern eyes. "Forgive me."
The young man bends over to collect the black envelopes, which Frank notices has the same skull logo as on his bullet proof vest. Frank snatches an envelope from the young man's hand. "Hey!" The young man said, attempting to take it back but Frank shoves the kid into the brick wall. Dropping his bag, the young man takes a swing at the back of Frank's head. Frank dodges in the nick of time wrapping his arm around the young man's arm and punches him in the face with his free hand, breaking the young man's nose. The young man stumbles backward, holding his bleeding nose. "Son of a bitch!" The young man looks at his blood smeared hands then back up at Frank. "Oh, you're gonna get it now, old man." The young man lunges at Frank with another swing attempt but Frank sidesteps the punch, countering with a punch of his own to the young man's rib cage. As the young man is keeled over in pain, Frank drops an elbow into the back of the young man's neck. The young man falls to the ground, writhing in pain. Frank continues his stroll. Ripping open the black envelope. It appears to be some sort of recruitment letter. It doesn't give a lot of details, but it gives an address. Joan's address.