2795/Welcome Back, Norm

Welcome Back, Norm
Date of Scene:	10 October 2017
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	That time where The Punisher killed a ton of guys, Lois Lane put herself in personal danger to win another Pulitzer, and Sam Axe is wearing a Hawaiian shirt in Brooklyn.
Cast of Characters:	Punisher, Green Goblin, Sam Axe, Lois Lane

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Punisher has posed:
    It is getting past midnight here in Brooklyn, but this is the city that never sleeps. Frank Castle is no exception. He has been tracking this weapon shipment for sometime and leaving a trail of broken limbs and shot kneecaps to show for it. As October creeps into the city, the nights have gotten colder. Frank has a long black trenchcoat on with black leather gloves. He wears a watchcap over the top of his head. Still, a puff of warm breath can be seen every so often as he sits on a fire escape running along the side of a building. He has a long sniper rifle next to him although he isn't looking through it at the moment.

Green Goblin has posed:
<So who are we doing this for anyway? And what the hell is in these boxes that weight so much, Ivan?> the voice, harsh and exhausted by the night's labour - the language, thick Russian with barely a hint of westernization. Inside a warehouse in an abandoned Industrial Park in Williamsburg, eight-men dressed in the usual hoodlum gear of leather jackets and overcoats are moving a series of large, wooden crates from a nearby shipping container into a veritable motorcade of waiting vehicles.

Seemingly unbothered by the night chill, the man obviously in charge - he's the only one NOT lifting boxes, after all, barks loudly at the man asking questions, his Russian betraying a hint of some former Soviet Republic in it's accent, <Mikhail, I swear, if you open your mouth one more time, I will have your goddamned tongue! Now these need to be uptown in less than 90 minutes, you lazy fucks! Move it!>

There are a few weapons stored nearby, leaning against the various cars, some by the cargo crate, the only weapon aside from holstered pistols in the open is the AK-47 being held by the Man in Charge.

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam has been living in Broolyn ever since he left Miami, still trying to get used to the weather but he has found no shortage of trouble. He had heard through the grapevine that a shipment of something nasty and not leagal was coming in so he takes it upon himself to investigate. He pauses as he hears the Russian and mutters to himself, "times like this I wish Mikey was here, he was always better with languages than I am." He sticks to the shadows for the moment, "Now if I was a Russian mobster what would I want to smuggle into Brooklyn...well besides a better tailor." He ponders that thought.

Lois Lane has posed:
While it's never safe to go on these things alone, Lois really didn't need some intern screwing up her work and she wasn't certain she had a solid lead or not, so she's there. She tracked the truck to the docks, tailing it with her lights off because she was pretty sure that was the right shipment. Having parted half a block way down a side street, she's now creeping down along the buildings, hugging every shadow she can get herself into. For an often very LOUD woman, she can be silent as death when she needs.

In a pair of black runners, black yoga pants and a huge black hoodie that covers her hair, the intrepid reporter is now creeping closer than ever. She's got her voice recorder going and her Go Pro hidden down the sleeve of her hoodie, carefully cupped in her hand, ready to record any and all footage she might get. Cheers to the digital age when she doesn't need to write down a damn thing to get these people put behind bars. She crouches in a corner just across the street, zooming in as close as possible with her camera.

Punisher has posed:
    As he hears the mutterings from across the way, Frank lifts himself up from his crouch against the railings of the fire escape. He moves quietly so he can put an eye to the scope on his sniper rifle. He makes baby movements back and forth with the high powered weapon as he takes in the scene. He has not learned Russian in his time as a vigilante so he unfortunately doesn't know exatly what they say. Still, it doesn't take a linguist to know these folks are up to know good along with the clear warning labels on the crates they are moving. He pauses his movements, settles on one of the thugs lifting (with his back by the way so Frank is doing him a blessing here), and fires one shot towards the small of the man's back. He had debated a silencer tonight, but decided the crack of a rifle might help him in this case. Fear and awe.

Green Goblin has posed:
Now if only Ivan Bykov, the man running this whole transfer-of-goods, had the opportunity to explain the finer points of Soviet tailoring to Sam Axe...

Alas, Russian mobsters rarely have the time in life to discuss the finer points of early 1980s Communist stitching to a retired Navy SEAL - especially not in a city like New York, where street-level mobsters tend to have a shorter life than most other places. Seemingly oblivious to the fact that they're being watched from multiple angles, the transfer of goods from the shipping container continues - eight reinforced vans waiting to take the goods on to their next destination, no doubt simply one stop of many along a chain of locations.

As the first van is loaded to weight capacity, Ivan Bykov slams on the side of the tinted glass, the waiting driver speeding off through the already-opened gate leading into the industral park/dock area.

<One down, seven to go, you lazy bastards! Come now, pretend we were back in Russia and act like MEN!> bellows the man in charge, gesturing dangerously with the automatic rifle in his right hands as the rest of the goons mumble to themselves and carry on with their back-breaking labour. This kind of weaponry isn't known for being particularly light or compact - though it's doubtful if even the top man knows what's in these crates.

The crack of the rifle attracts the attention of the goons; they're from the old country, to a man, and so they are seemingly unphased by the sound of gunfire. No doubt many of them grew up around it, or came into this business via way of the Russian Army. One man drops to the ground, mist of blood spraying onto the face of Ivan.

There's a second of shock, unavoidable for even the most practiced soldier. Another second to get their bearings on where they think the sound is going. Ivan raises his AK-47 and runs back to cover, four of the remaining six men scramble for their own rifles - scattered around the area - before attempting to find cover.

As one of the waiting trucks speeds away half-full and with the back door still swinging wide open - obviously an amateur in the gang, spooked by the action, or maybe someone unaffiliated with the Russians who couldn't be spotted at the scene... Regardless, the last two Russians stand their ground with almost idiotic bravery, pulling their .45s and emptying their clip into the general vicinity of the shot - though they are mostly shooting blind, simply attempting to give their comrades time to arm themselves and find cover.

<THE HELL IS THIS? WERE WE FOLLOWED?!>

Sam Axe has posed:
    At the sound of the gunshot Sam Axe does what any good soldier would do, he dives for cover. He ends up crouched behind a dumpster, "What the heck is going on, I could have sworn Fiona was out of town." He shakes his head, "But here we are and someone has started the shooting already." He look over at the Russians and their reaction and relaxes just a litlte as they are not charging at him, as he expected, "Alright I can work with this."

Lois Lane has posed:
The moment shots start going off, Lois half jumps. She presses herself backwards, more flat against the wall of the building, but she doesn't completely hide. This is the good stuff, what she needs to catch on camera. So she takes a deep, steadying breath, and crouches herself down a bit deeper into the shadows so she's not standing fully height for chest-level shots. THen she sticks her head out a bit more, balancing camera on her knee, so she can keep her shots steady as she takes in as much of it as possible.

Punisher has posed:
    A thumb flicks the selector. The next sound is the chatter of rapid fire as Frank aims to take out the driver of the second van trying to escape before swinging the rifle to aim at the engine of the third. Frank's eyes are cold and blink only at the flash of his muzzle. As the Russians begin to react and fire wildly in his direction, he stops firing his own weapon, leaves the rifle there, and is sliding down the ladder of the fire escape to land on the ground. As he does, he lets the trenchcoat flap open so that the stark white skull on his chest armor can be seen. His hand flies inside the jacket to pull his .45 from its holster.

Green Goblin has posed:
<Over there! Look!> shouts one of the men to one of his comrades, pointing shortly after spotting a foot sticking out from behind a dumpster not too far in the distance. It certainly doesn't seem like the spot where the shots rang out from, but it's hard to believe ONE MAN would take a shot at the Russian Mafia in such a straight-forward manner. <There's two of them, Ivan!> comes a shout, followed by <These idiots, don't they know who they're dealing with? WE WILL BURY THEM!>

Moving up from behind cover in one of the remaining vans (only 6 left in a neat column near the cargo), one of the remaining mobsters takes aim with his AK-47 and fires a few shots at the dumpster Sam Axe is hiding behind.

It seems, inside the driver's seat of two of the vans, the men waiting for the cargo spot the woman across the street taking photos as she steps out into the open to get a better shot. They quickly speed off, away from the gun-battle - and, as they swing by, there are a few shots fired out the passenger window by a 9mm handgun - noticeably different than what the Russians back on the dock are carrying. A Sig in fact, a somewhat more expensive weapon than one might find used en-masse by street-level thugs - very odd, given that the others out in the open are all carrying Russian-made weapons. Could there be two parties working together here, one of which simply CANNOT be seen on sight? If she's fast, she might be able to get some nice photographs as the two vans swing by to take their shots.

As the shooter hits ground level, that infamous symbol seems to strike a chord the first man to see him, the head-man Ivan, who utters a short, <Oh, my God...> - there's a second's pause before he reacts, stepping out from behind cover and leveling his AK-47 to his shoulder, attempting to squeeze off a round. This grabs the attention of the members of the gang who haven't spotten Frank's arrival - and there is a noticeable panic in their eyes, a few valuable seconds of hesitation for Castle to capitalize on before they start to raise their weapons as well.

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam lets out a brief explative as the bullets start to come his way. None hit though a few are close enough they might make him have to chance clothes once this is over, "You see it is poor markmanship like that that caused you to lose the cold war." He pulls the dumpter over both to provide a bit more cover and to let some of the garbage spill out, in the debris he searches for some news paper and that wraps some plastic around one end of it. He ights the other end on fire and lets it get smoking good before he tosses it over the dumpster hoping to provide an improvised smoke screen so he can advance on the gunmen.

Lois Lane has posed:
"Shit." Lois hisses beneath her breath, the whispered exclamation really nothing in compare to the deafening sound of so many shots being exchanged in the alleyway. She's not worried about being heard but she might, very well, end up seen, especially as those vans start speeding past. This is where Lois doesn't always think. As they get closer, she SHOULD duck back more, forget the shot, wait for the police. But, instead, she pushes herself further into the alleyway just enough she can get a few fast shots of those vans. The license plates, maybe the sides of faces and bodies hanging out of the van with guns in their hands. Anything juicy and anything that might make a good ID when she does go to the cops with all of this. But it'll be an above the fold story if she can get some good news, or maybe even a viral video. So she keeps shooting, hoping that the fact that she's not actually shooting with a gun keeps making certain she's ignored by those around.

Punisher has posed:
    The pause makes the big white target on his chest worth it. Frank Castle is lifting his hand gun and firing at the closest Russian even as he moves up to use one of the vans as cover unknowingly moving into Lois Lane's field of view. He moves along the side of the van until he gets to the driver's door. He yanks it open and fires quickly not even really looking to see if anyone is in there.

Green Goblin has posed:
The improvised smoke device is enough to create a thick plume of smoke on the north side of the sudden battleground - the fact that there are not only two angles of attack, but also with the tactical experience to provide such a distraction, seems to convince the man in charge that this is a professional hit, and he shouts to the remaining men he has left, <WE'VE BEEN SET UP!>

A hail of bullets is fired in the general vicinity of the smoke, though given it's surprisingly wide spread - the wind seems to be JUST breezy enough this evening to carry the smoke without dissapating it - as WELL as their deteriorating morale, it's unlikely they manage to hit anything.

Two more of the vans speed off, both taking seperate turns - one left, one right - as they speed out of the gate. The man in the van that Frank has chosen for cover is about to gun the engine when the door is opened in a flash. Before he has a chance to reach for his 9mm, his blood is splattered across the front of the man seated next to him - who dies just a moment later with the next shot.

5 vans left the scene out of the original eight, one now sitting idle with a dead driver and passenger, seemingly going nowhere, and two vans who are sticking around - if only to provide cover for the remaining seven Russians. Countless dollars in lost sonic weaponry. Who knows WHAT photos of faces, license plates, distinguishing marks and etc Lois might have captured with her keen photographic abilities. Not to mention whatever shells might be picked up from the scene, assuming someone retrieves them before the police arrive.

Given the location, it MAY be a while.

As two of the gunmen continue to fire into the smoke that Sam Axe has created with his improvised device, the remaining men all fire into the side of the van they recently spotted The Punisher take cover in. A lot of automatic gunfire - no doubt something Frank is used to in his line of work - begins to puncture the side of the van.

Sam Axe has posed:
The former SEAL uses his smokescreen to afvance on one of the men. thankfully thier marksmanship does indeed stay Stormtrooper-esque, he reaches the closest one and uses his seal training ot disarm him then smacking him in the face with with the butt of his own gun. He takes aim at the foot of the other one and squeezes the trigger, unlike the other vet in this fight he prefers to avoid killing if he can. "You guys really should surrender, things will only get more painful from here. In fact tell me what I want to knwo and there could even be a beer in it for ya."

Lois Lane has posed:
The winning shot is probably going to be the one of Frank Castle swinging into attacking that van. His shirt almost unmistakable, his face fully on point and then profile just after. Lois creeps forward, getting in just a bit tighter, and then there is blood and death across the frame of her camera. This might be too gorey for the Planet at this point. She keeps rolling, GoPro ever steady in her hands, eyes cool and dead with the objectivity of a long career reporter. She'll process this later. There was no time to panic or grieve now.

Then she's getting another tight shot on the van and finally trying to come around to the other man who isn't near so vicious or murderous as the one she got the tight shot of. She shifts down the side of the alley, trying to get a better shot of Sam's face. But also, she's doing her best to get to a few of those spent shells before anyone else does. Evidence. Something to trace to a bigger story.

Punisher has posed:
    Frank crouches behind the van just next to the open driver's door. The thunk thunk of bullets hitting the van is replaced by a new sound of ripping metal as the gunmen get closer and keep firing on the weakened van. Frank reaches into his pocket and pulls out a grenade. He yanks the pin and lobs it over the top of the van towards the Russians. It will be hard to spot with eyes losing their night vision with the firing of rifles. Right after he lobs the grenade, one bullet manages to punch through the van and strike Frank in the shoulder. He falls over to his side. The body armor protects especially after the van slowed the bullet, but it still is a strong impact and hurts.

Green Goblin has posed:
As the man, remarkably spry for someone his age and... appearance, comes running out of the dense smoke, the two Russians are caught unawares - in the middle of reloading their clips. One is disarmed in a flash with some kind of Navy CQC technique, smacked in the face with Sam's gun - the second man collapses screaming and clutching his foot as the shot rings out through the air. These two seem to be the lucky ones - they're left alive to answer questions, because it looks like the other individual is taking no prisoners. One of the two is flat unconscious from the blow to his face, and the other raises his hands in a plea for mercy, speaking in broken english to Sam, "Please, American, I surrender! Is Punisher! Is FRANK CASTLE!" he shouts, pointing wildly to the direction in which his remaining comrades are still shouting, "He'll kill us!"

This whole scene will make one hell of a story for the Daily Planet; a shady hand-off in the middle of an autumn night, a handful of dead Russians, countless shell casings, photographs of vans, plates, blurred faces firing out the window at her location. All around, a complete mess for the men involved - but a potential goldmine for a dedicated reporter... especially considering who is on the scene and visible.

And then, the grenade hits, and the gunfire from the Russians stops - three of the men who had been in a relatively tight cluster being blown in seperate directions (bleeding out nearly instantly), one catching a piece of shrapnel in the neck and collapses, and the boss Ivan Bykov - who had already begun to retreat back to the warehouse in the rear of the Industrial Park, attempting to make an escape while the rest of his men were fighting and dying - catches some in the leg, bringing him to his knees as his rifle scatters away in front of him.

The remaining two vans appear to be empty of drivers - perhaps the Russians were intended to make their getaway with them. There's still a variety of wooden crates, containing cutting-edge sonic weaponry, scattered around the bloody, smoking battlefield.

Sam Axe has posed:
the force of the grenade picks Sam up and then slams him against the pavement. For a couple of moments his world spins, he was expecting trouble tonight not a warzone. He lokks over in the direction the explosion originated from, "You can stop now the fight is over, I would like enough of them left to answer some questions." He voice raising in pitch as he get agitated. He glances ot the two that he had captured both to check if they are alright and to make sure they don't run off just yet.

Lois Lane has posed:
Grenade? GRENADE. That was NOT something Lois had planned for, especially as she keeps creeping closer to the Russians that the brick shit house of a man is looking to put down. In fact, Lois hasn't ever really come face to face with a grenade before (even if it's a good ten feet away, not directly near her face. A grenade FEELS like it is no matter how far) so it takes her a moment of blinking to even process that she should be taking cover. Then it's too late. The only thing she can do is tuck her GoPro up her sleeve and start to hug it against her body like a protected football, then the entire world is going white.

The skinny reporter is tossed back violently, not into her hiding space but against the wall farther back, directly opposite the explosion in front of her. She hits hard and slides down like a rag doll, all slumped limbs and messy black hair, the hood of her sweater having been blown back. Then there is nothing. No movement, no crawling for another shot. She's a slump of black and cracked glasses on the messy pavement.

Punisher has posed:
    Frank Castle slowly gets to his feet after the explosion dropping his trenchcoat to the ground. He has blood on his shoulder and some cuts and scraps on his face as he had hit the ground. He also has a modified assault rifle slung on his back that now becomes visiable after the coat drops. He takes the weapon in both hands and begins to walk around the van towards the Russians. He looks towards where Lois just got knocked off her feet. He pauses for a moment as if thinking about it, but then continues on to the the mobsters. He walks through the first downed ones, kicking at legs, and shooting at one that appears to have survived the explosion. His attention turns towards Ivan but turns his head as Sam calls out. "If they are all dead, that sends a perfectly acceptable message to their bosses."

Green Goblin has posed:
    The two men Sam has disabled aren't going anywhere - one, because he still has yet to regain consciousness, and the second because... well, a bullet in the foot and a chance to survive with this seemingly rational second-party is a hell of a lot better than trying to limp away and, inevitably, catching a round in the back from The Punisher. The still-conscious man raises his hands again, having brought his arms to his face temporarily to shield himself from the blast, making it very clear he would like to - perhaps - go home to a nice steaming bowl of borscht and another day spent reliving the glory years of the Soviet Union. Even still, the disabled man is remaining very quiet, not wanting to get the attention of the famous vigilante killing the rest of his comrades - not before Sam has a chance to try and talk him down.

As Frank moves through the fallen mobsters firing at the corpses to ensure kills, Ivan continues to drag himself forward, attempting to grab at his AK-47. Perhaps, if Sam distracts Frank enough, he might give the man a chance to get to the docks... throw himself in the water... ANYTHING, to get away from this Castle lunatic.

However, in the span of seconds, three seperate shots ring out through the night. It's not aimed at Frank Castle. Not Sam Axe. But the remaining, still-breathing Russians. In a moment, the two men Sam had taken down, and the man-in-charge Ivan Bykov, have been shot through the chest with a high-caliber rifle - no doubt from a large distance away.

In the boss' wallet, a New York Driver's License labelled 'Ivan Bykov' a last name Castle might recognize - a pair of brothers with large families of their own, running a smuggling operation that has recently expanded out from their usual territory around Brighton Beach. Aside from that, and thousands of dollars in large bills, a set of keys for one of the waiting vans, and a cell-phone with no stores numbers or history, he doesn't have anything on his person. The crates, however, are a different story. A spin on StarkTech and some rudimentary designs by Richard Reed - an updated, mountable sonic cannon - two per crate. And there are DOZENS of crates. WHO could possibly need this much weaponry? And not even traditional firearms; these types of weapons are known to be useful for specific enemies.. certain mutan powersets, a variety of metahumans, it can even incapacitate regular individuals...

But it's true purpose? Damaging alien symbiotes. The kind that plagued this city many years ago.

If anyone gets around to checking out the dead driver and passenger in the van that Castle fired into, they will find two unusually well-dressed individuals. They carry no wallets, no phones, obviously (to any trained eye, at any rate) fake I.D. Sunglasses, black suits... obviously not with the gang of poorly-dressed, low-level mobsters that Castle and Sam just made short work of. These men, clearly work for a different outfit. A run on any plates present will lead to a dead-end of stolen and manufactured identities, the rentals spread out throughout the city and paid in cash with a hefty, unclaimed deposit.

Sam Axe has posed:
After the remaining Russians are taken out mysteriously Sam struggles to his feet, the explosion still being felt. "Looks like someoen took your fun." he replys a bit causticly at the Punisher. He slips his gun back into his hidden holster. "Any idea what this things do?" He asks about the strange weaponry, "Never dealt with tech like this before." He notices the crumpled figure of the reporter and walks over to her. He kneels down and checks her vitals.

Lois Lane has posed:
Mainly knocked for a good one, Lois faintly begins to stir as Sam shifts fingertips below her throat. Definitely still alive, adrenaline pushing her pulse strong even as she bleeds from a few noticable shrapnel cuts. Nothing seems life threatening, but then it's hard to tell when the woman is all in black? Heck, maybe she was one of them, but she has no noticable weapons on her. As the feel of fingertips at her throat actually registers somewhere in the back of her head, Lois' head lulls to the other side, a faint curse escaping her lips.

"...F*ckin'... bomb..." She groans out, throat strained, but she doesn't sound like she's dying. Probably a few broken ribs and abrasions. At her side, she can still feel that little camera tucked into the sleeve of her hoodie. Before she fully wakes up, she instinctively tucks it a bit deeper. Maybe she saved it from damage. Maybe she could rescue some content here, as long as the man above her doesn't realize she has it. Her eyes faintly flutter open to the gray templed man above her, a faint smile crossing her lips. "..evenin', handsome... come here often?" She quips raggedly.

Punisher has posed:
    At the gunfire, Punisher immediately spins and brings his weapon up, but it is quickly apparent what the shots are for. He slowly lowers his weapon. He still appears coiled ready to spring, but he walks towards Ivan's body. He kneels down next to it, fishing through pockets, and finding the wallet. He grunts as he reads the name and then tucks the wallet into a pocket on his pants. He gets up and moves towards the vans. His hand goes to the belt around his waist, pulling out a long cylindical object. With a crack, the flare ignites as he moves towards the back of a van. His gaze moves over to Sam and Lois but he wants to make sure these weapons are useless first. Then, perhaps, he will look at the others.

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam can only respond with a chuckle at Lois' question, "A woman after my own heart." He shakes his head, "Nah I usaully get blown up in much nicer neighborhoods.' He asks her, "How you feeling, think you can stand?" he offers her a hand up.

Lois Lane has posed:
It's a few quick thinking moments when Lois' brain has been so jerked around the inside of her head, the last thing it wants to do is think fast. But protecting that camera was a priority, hurting ribs or not. So, she gives a little groan, rolling over half onto her side, her bent arm coming up across her middle like she might be holding in damage ribs. She, instead, shifts the camera from her sleeve into the belly pocket of her hoodie -- at least it'd be slightly more hidden then. She remains rolled on her side, turning her head away from Sam so she can spit out a bit of blood. A good distraction -- also, she didn't love the taste of blood and she cut something in her lip.

"...Feel like I just got a bit too intimate with a brick wall and some physics... but I've had worse." She rasps out, finally letting her now-free hand reach up to take his. It's not going to be EASY getting up, but she manages, half leaning on the slightly-less-than-Frank-but-still-brick like man. She's breathing hard, in pain clearly, by the time she's up. Definitely a broken rib or three. "...sorry...wrong place, wrong time...just...jogging. I...should be on my way..."

Punisher has posed:
    The van catches fire from the inside as Frank Castle throws in the flare. Crates begin to pop and crack as well as anything flammable on the interior of the van. He walks away from the first burning vans towards Sam and Lois. He has reslung his rifle onto his back, but the other armaments he carries on his legs, shoulder, and waist are pretty apparent especially with the fire raging behind him. The white skull on his chest can still be seen even if his face is cast in the silohette of the fire behind him. "You two should get out of here," he says gruffly. "I will see to destroying what is left."

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam is used to being around spys and pretty practised at conning folks himself so he knows bull when he hears it and he thinks he just heard it from Losi, however he doesn't challence her on it since right now he wants to be gone before the various gunfire and explosion bring the authorities, "Jogging huh, careful with that, a city like this even the fresh air can kill ya." nods to Frank, "Sounds like a plan. After all best to make suure whoever wanted it never gets it.' He starts to head off in the other direction from Lois, once he gets a little bit of fistance from the scene he starts to limp as his adrenaline fades and pain goes up about three more notches.

Lois Lane has posed:
"...Thanks..." She echoes, rather to both of them, but Lois just wants to get out of there with her camera maybe in tact, so now that she's on her feet she gently lets go of Sam. Handsome or not, it wasn't time to stick around and ask questions of the two men that could clearly bench press her and Clark at the same time. So, she gives them a little salute and just moves to double time it in the other direction. Or, as fast as her legs will take her. She's definitely favoring the right leg and hurting more than she cares to admit, but she's steering clear, her treasure trove carefully tucked in that pocket.

Punisher has posed:
    Frank watches them both move off before turning back to the remaining vans. Flares flash into life and are tossed into the back. The drivers in the nicer suits are pulled out of the van and gone over once. Eventually, the gunfire, explosions, and now fire does get the police sirens sounding off in the distance. Retrieving his coat, Frank Castle moves off quickly back in the direction of his own van to quickly make his way out of the scene.