"Don't move, Castle," said the ponytailed man, who was coming toward Castle. "Detective Christian Skye, Hightstown PD. Congratulations on getting five of the seven, Frank, but I got my orders to not let you run rampant in this city. Which leaves me to say one last thing: you're under arrest."

SIXTEENTH PRECINCT- HIGHTSTOWN PD

Frank Castle was being held in an interrogation room in 16th Precinct. Just outside the interrogation room, Chief Detective Evan Wallace beamed proudly at his detective.

"I knew you could do it," said Wallace to Skye. "I was worried for nothing."

"I have no pity for Aaron Gray," replied Skye. "But I was just doing my job, like you wanted."

"Well, get in there and finish the work I gave to you. You can interrogate the Punisher."

"Fine with me," said Christian Skye, opening the door to the interrogation room and walking inside.

He closed the door and locked it before turning to the bound Punisher and sitting down, deciding to turn off the cameras for this one.

"As I said to you earlier, Frank, congratulations," Skye said, an obvious smile on your face. "Those raping sacks of shit will no longer be terrorizing anyone."

Castle stared deeply into the detective's eyes, not saying a single word.

"So, which leaves me to ask naturally: who was next on your list? Richard Fraiser or Wade Keys?"

"Doesn't matter," Frank replied, his eyes narrowing.

"Well, you obviously never heard the news about Richard Frasier. Well, by default, no one knows because it was never announced."

"He's dead," asked Frank.

"You catch on quick, Castle," Skye replied. "Although I couldn't give a fuck about some rapist committing suicide. He left a note behind, saying that he was sorry for the things his role and he hoped that he would be forgiven in the afterlife. Honestly, I can't be assed to wonder about things like an afterlife, since there is no God."

"Atheist."

"Stopped believing when 9/11 happened. If he existed, he would've spared "his people" from being mercilessly slaughtered by sick fuck perversions of the prophet Muhammad's teachings. Anyway, Castle..."

The pretty boy of a detective's right hand went for his service weapon, the nine millimeter black Glock 21, pulling it out and turning off the safety.

"As much as I don't wanna do this, I have to. For both our sakes."

Skye raised and pointed the Glock in Castle's direction briefly before suddenly throwing the pistol to him, his left hand managing to somehow conjure a silver pocket-sized pistol as he raised the weapon to the light above and squeezed the trigger twice, shattering the tubes as the interrogation room went dark.

HOME OF WADE KEYS- FIVE HOURS LATER

The ringleader of the Lacee West's rape, Wade Keys, had just kicked over his television in a mix of fear and rage.

The Punisher had escaped police custody, on the loose once again.

Wade knew what this meant: that at any moment, Frank Castle could come busting through his door and whack him without a second thought.

Fuck! Why'd the shit have to go down on his eighteenth birthday, of all days?

Wade knew the goons he associated himself with were the run-of-the-mill punks that the Punisher made a hobby out of killing. Basically, he had to get himself some hard hitters that could dispatch that skull-wearing son of a bitch quick, fast, and in a hurry. He whipped his iPhone out of his pocket, going through his contacts until he found the one was he looking for and touched the send button on the screen.

For what seemed like an eternity, the phone continued to ring until a soft male voice picked up.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Wade Keys, I'm in a bit of a tight spot."

"Mr. Keys, so the day has come."

"Yeah. I would've-"

"Hmm, I believe my company could easily restore your peace of mind. Especially with the news that the Punisher is once again allowed to roam free by your town's incompetent police department."

"Whatever you say. How much will it-"

"Cost? Nothing to you. Saint Incorporated will gladly take on this task free of charge."

"Thank you."

"No, Wade Keys. John Saint thanks you."

TAMPA, FLORIDA

SAINT MANSION

John Saint sat in the office of his late father Howard, staring at the window at his reflection after terminating the line.

What had Frank Castle done to him that night? He survived the detonation of that mine, but it left him horribly disfigured and in need of emergency surgery. The end result had left him and his face a shattered match, only to be crudely pieced back together.

His father, killed by the Punisher.

His mother, missing and unheard from since the night of the Punisher's attack on the family nightclub, Saints and Sinners. John had taken every route to locate his mother to no avail.

His twin brother, Bobby, taken from him by Castle's FBI friends.

Quentin, also disappeared. Had he run off with his mother?

John had so many questions that he felt the Punisher had answers to.

Before he would personally send Frank Castle to the next world, Jigsaw would get them out of him.