14041/All I want for Christmas is some INFORMATION

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All I want for Christmas is some INFORMATION
Date of Scene: 27 December 2021
Location: Florida
Synopsis: A post holiday discussion between Savio and Frank draws out more details of the Groundbreaker fiasco
Cast of Characters: Phantasm (Drago), Punisher




Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
If one were to say Christmas, the mental image that often comes up would likely consist of a tree decorated, stockings on the fireplace mantle and a roaring fire going on. The imagery of snow outside a nearby window would somehow also be included.

Well, this is Florida. And in particular one of the less loved bars in the area. The only semblance of Christmas is the Charlie Brown-esque tree resting on one of the tables near the entranceway. Complete with the bulb that causes the tree to bend downwards.

Similar to the what the New York underworld think Savio to be, the bar is quite dead. Despite that, Savio did not sit at the bar but instead secured a table towards the back area. Since no wait staff appear to be present in said bar, it is quite possible that Savio got his own damn drink from the bar and brought it over to the table.

Punisher has posed:
Into the bar comes a non-descript man in all black, wearing a black hoodie. If the bar were full, he'd just be a bit out oof place. As it is, he sticks out.

Without pause, he beelines right for the back table and sits down without asking. Then, he tosses a tablet from a pocket over towards Savio. "This is why I do what I do." Punisher grates, "Read it all."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Savio was sipping his drink when the awareness of another entering the bar registers. An aside glance asesses the newcomer and upon getting a glimpse of the face, he sets the glass down. He doesn't turn his head and instead waits for the newcomer to join him.

As the tablet is set before him, a questioning glance is given towards Frank before he looks back to the tablet, and in particular the file on display. Despite the length of the file, the flit of the eyes going along and down the screen coupled with the finger scrolling through the screen indicates one of two things. Either Savio is not heeding Frank's advice or the man is a swift reader. There's a twitch to the agent's lips as he nears the end of the document and scrolls back up to revisit a passage. "DC?"

Punisher has posed:
"Assassination code words." Frank replies, simply. "This shit is in all the agencies, I just happened to luck out on disrupting this shitshow."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the definitiion registers with Savio, his expression changes, eyes narrowing as he continues glaring at the text. "...Is Michael safe?"

Punisher has posed:
"Far as I know." Frank replies, "he's in hiding along with a number of other targets. I'm working on hunting down their cell."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Savio gives a bit of a nod, looking to the tablet again. A lingering glance is given to a few elements before continues to the listing of names. "...Where did you get these names?"

Punisher has posed:
"Various places. Better for your sake if I didn't tell you the details. Suffice to say, everything I've gotten there is authentic. Microchip verified everything as best as possible." Frank informs him, "Do you have anything to add yourself? The more names I get, the safer your son will be. These people are the definition of persistant."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Savio frowns, "Some of the names on the list I recognize." He answers, "Other ones I don't." He scrolls through the names again, shaking his head. "I might have been used for the first feet in the door but those who were placed in the further locations would have been set up to be able to build their areas without my involvement save for a few meetings to keep up appearances. The handlers would have had more information."

Punisher has posed:
"Makes sense. Doesn't hurt to ask." Punisher replies, looking to Savio in the eyes, "so. Are you happy here, or do you need me to get you a new ID and find you a new life?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Pale eyes look over to Punisher. "I don't think a change in location would have much effect on my mood right now." He admits, "Doesn't change what happened. And as far as places to go, this is probably one of the better spots. The only place I'd prefer I can't go to again." Savio pauses, "I've heard Marinos had the equivalent of Hell on Earth for his before he checked out." He looks over to Frank, seemingly seeking confirmation in the man's expression.

Punisher has posed:
"Cleaning up the trash is what I do, and he had it a long time comin'." Frank informs Savio, "plea deals have their place... but not for intentional murder. That's a cancer in the system I'm happy to cut out. Took everything I knew to keep him goin', but he deserved every bit of the punishment I put out."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Savio's expression is reserved. Decades of poker face serving him well as Punisher implies what happened at the very VERY end of Marinos's life. Not quite the info he was seeking out but welcome nontheless.

"It didn't sit well with me either," He admits, "But. Of what I do know there was a time sensitve issue that required it."

Punisher has posed:
"Playin' with peoples lives and peace of mind like they're entitled to it is how our justice system got fucked in the first place." Frank has his own stoney face. But then, he /always/ looks like that. "Gettin' my family killed opened my eyes to how the pricks turned the law into a chess game."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Savio is quiet. Allowing for Punisher's words to sit upon the table for a few pregnant moments. He gives a nod. "I'm not going to argue with you on that point." He allows, "I'm not happy with matters either." Eyes glance back to the tablet. "...The issue involved a school."

Punisher has posed:
"I'm all ears, if you're sharin'." Frank replies, leaning back into his chair.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
There's a general glance, keeping track of where others in the establishment might be. It's a quick glance. Save for the bartender, there's no one else. Savio sighs, leaning forward to rest an elbow on the table, propping a hand to rest against his face. The thumb cushions the chin while the pointer runs along the side of his eye. The remaining fingers lazily curl about the nose, Obscuring the lips from those not currently situated at the table.

"Mind you. My knowledge is limited and second hand." Savio replies, tone even, volume carefully set to only go as far as Frank. Perhaps a habit instilled from the line of work he'd been forced to continue for so long "But interviews with Moretti turned up made the Belmonte turn from being just a DEA matter to a DHS matter. And the possibility of a school actively being targeted. They had to grab Belmonte quick."