5278/Wheels, Deals, and Breaking the Law.

Wheels, Deals, and Breaking the Law.
Date of Scene:	31 August 2018
Location:	NYC - Queens - Wheels and Deals Car Dealership
Synopsis:	Frank and Jane have a chance intersection as they both go to rough up the same shady car dealer.
Cast of Characters:	Shredder, Punisher, Painkiller Jane

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Shredder has posed:
    Recently, when Frank traced the temporary tags on the vehicle he saw leaving the park (See log #5231) which seemed to be in the employ of a rather shady young woman. It's a dealership in Queens. Wheels for Deals of New York. It's not the first time someone has found suspicious activity here. Cars have been loaned and sold in situations of dubious legality previously. Never enough evidence for police to make a formal charge against the place, but enough rumors go around that the clientelle shows it.

    The overcast night sky threatens rain with an occasional drip that might peck the cheek, a few droplets glistening in the lights of the parking lot on the new and used cars. One light is still on inside the office behind drawn shades.

Punisher has posed:
A couple of days after initially discovering the meeting in the park and jotting down the temporary tags on the Toyota, Frank was able to run the temporary tag and track the vehicle down to this seedy lot in Queens. And the car in question is back on the lot. Clearly there is a lik between the dealership and the organization Frank has been trying to track down. Maybe there's more information inside.

Having snuck across the well-lit lot, snaking his way between the cars, Frank creeps up to the rear entrance and shoves his elbow through the slim pane of glass and is able to reach in and unlock it from the inside. FOrtunately it would appear the dealership doesn't care too much about decurity, as no alarms sound. Slipping inside, Frank closes the door behind him and sneaks down the hallway, pulling a silenced pistol from his vest. A submachine gun is slung over his shoulder and rests against his back just in case he ran into any resistance. He's looking for an office with any information he could use.

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Frank isn't the only one with interest in this particular dealership. Jane specializes in cases where there isn't enough hard evidence to warrant police attention, and Wheels for Deals is a veritable bonanza. In her case she's looking for a lead on a car used by Johnny Fontaine to make runs between Gotham and New York. Clad in her traditional red, Jane's forehead, cheeks, and neck are wrapped in bandages. She never -expects- to get shot, but since it happens so often it never hurts to be prepared.

While Frank sneaks across the well-lit lot from one side, Jane works her way from car to car to approach from the other side of the building. She finds a window into an unlit room and pushes up the sash, finding it unlocked. Rolling through the window and finding her feet, Jane closes it quietly behind her and steps out through the door.

Right out into the same hallway as Frank.

Shredder has posed:
    Inside, sounds of yelling can be heard from one of the offices. "No no! I know! I know!" The voice has a thick hindi accent, and isn't masked well by the cheap door. "You said three days, you have more, you must pay more!...No threatening me. I work with your type all over city! I tell the Foot you make my business hard? You see how long you last. Or maybe I just report it stolen and give them your name, say I saw you? You get a car back, or you pay for more days. Yes...yes thank you. Yes thank you. Yes good bye." There is the sound of a cell phone hitting a desk top.

    From where Frank enters, there is a file room. It might be a good spot to find documentation, if such exists. Hapless piles of cardboard filing boxes are stacked on one another, some of them more accessible than others due to the poor job of stacking, and some of them have collapsed upon themselves with weight. Most of the files seem to be damage reports, insurance filings, and invoices for various services rendered for the building. Maybe there's something useful there, but the poor organization could cause it to be a long search.

    Where Jane enters, it is the front desk. A simple desk that looks like it was built thirty years ago, black metal drawers and legs and a fake wood top that peels along one edge to reveal the reality of the plastic top. There's a small computer, along with a few desk trays of information. Keys just laying around. They don't seem to be concerned much about people breaking in. The people who would break in know what this place is, and no one ever claimed that the underground is without politics. Surely it could be bad for whatever small time car thief might try to boost a car from this lot.

    Naturally, the hallway seems to be the singular hallway between one end and another, and is the same hallway where the office where the voice came from.

Punisher has posed:
When Frank enters the file room, he takes a quick look around and immediately notices the general state of things in there. There's no way in hell he's going to dig through this mountain of shit and be able to find anything of any value.

Hearing the sound of the thick hindi accent yelling from a room down the hall, Frank levels his pistol ahead as he slowly creeps forward. Reaching the thin door that obscures the man who has just slammed his phone down, Frank reaches out to grab hold of the door knob when he suddenly spots movement from the corner of his eye. 'Shit,' he curses internally as he swivels and aims at the figure at the end of the hallway while he glances over his shoulder to look for the quickets way out of its line of sight. Dammit, his only option is either towards the figure or back the way he came. And this might be the only opportunity he has to get any information.

"Fuck it," he mutters under his breath and his shoulders rises and fall quickly as he inahles deeply and lets it back out. He lunges sideways and slams his shoulder into the door and bursts his way through it and into the office where the voice was yelling before. Rolling over on his side he comes up on his knee and levels the pistol towards the man and immediately moves towards him, "Don't you fucking move!"

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Angry voices. Wonderful. Jane pauses at the front desk. Keys. Hmmm. Tempting, but Jane isn't stupid. And that's when the big guy with all the guns steps into the dimly lit hallway.

"Shit..." she hisses.

There's a moment's pause as they just face each other. Just as Jane reaches under her coat to pull the pair of automatics, the big guy shoulders his way into the office. Wait what?

"Oh no you didn't!" she mutters, sprinting down the hallway to the newly-opened door. Pausing a moment outside, she waits for the imminent gunshots before stepping into the doorway and crouching. Both guns drawn and aimed towards the man behind the desk. "Don't kill him." she growls.

Shredder has posed:
    "Holy da fuck!" the man yells as Frank bursts in the door jumping up and back against the wall with his hands raised. "What is da fuck? What is da-" his head turns as Jane bursts in from the other direction. "What is da other fuck?" He glances between the two intruders. "Who are you people?" demands, putting his hands down, clearly uninterested in 'not moving. He is a hook nosed man, small and mostly bald, a ring of salt and pepper hair ring the dark-skinned head, and a round pair of glasses perch on the bridge of his nose. He wears simple cloeths, an off white polo with a few thin blue strips that went out of style twenty years ago and a pair of khaki pants. "What is this?" he asks, putting his hands forward at Frank first, then Jane. "You come to kill me? You come to steal from me?"

Punisher has posed:
As soon as the man back up against the wall and raises his arms, Frank moves around the desk so it is positioned between him and the door he just nearly destroyed, his pistol drifting back and forth between the man and the door as he continues to move. Just as Jane appears in the doorway with her own weapons, Frank reaches out and grabs hold of the man's hair and shoves him forward to essentially use as a human shield. He doesn't know the girl and her motive, but she doesn't want him dead. Could be security. He glances over his shoulder, still aiming the pistol at Jane, and notices the mobile phone on the desk. He quickly reaches out to grab it so he can stuff it into a pocket.

Holding firmly onto the man's shoulder, Frank peers beyond him towards Jane in the door, still aiming at her, "What is the Foot?" When he asks, he physically shakes the man's shoulder and squeezes tightly, "Who the fuck is the foot?!" Peering over to Jane again, "Stay back!"

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Finding herself in an interesting situation, Jane raises both pistols in a 'hands up' gesture when Frank grabs the guy to use him as a human shield. Okay, apparently the big guy has his own motives for being here, and they're not too different from her own.

"Not gettin' in your way, big fella. Just make sure he can still talk after you're finished working him over. Got a few questions of my own." Her gaze shifts, wandering over all the military-grade hardware that Frank is carrying. Yeah, she'll wait.

As an afterthought, Jane offers. "I'll watch the door." How charitable. Guns still up, she eases back out so she's just in the office doorway and drops into a crouch.

There comes a time when every cop needs to follow their gut instinct. And Jane's gut tells her that she and this big goon aren't on different sides. Of course that sort of thinking has gotten her shot in the back on at least one previous occasion. Checking both the front office entrance and Frank's improvised entrance, she splits her attention between the two.

Shredder has posed:
    The man winces as he's shoved around, forced to face Jane. "The foot? He asks Frank, still looking forward. "The foot is the part at your leg, right? Yes." He pleadingly gestures toward Jane as she moves to watch the door. "This man, he crazy, yes? You call police, I not press charges. He does not know his own body. You rescue me, I tell you what you want. And look, he is thief! He steal my phone. He is bad man, you stop him!"

Punisher has posed:
As soon as the man begins to plead with Jane, Frank lifts up his pistol hand and swiftly brings it back down, slamming the grip into the top of his shoulder, moreso the man's neck. "You keep it up, I'll put a bullet in your fucking foot," he barks at the back of the man's head.

His eyes shift back towards Jane as she backs down and slowly steps back out into the hallway. An interesting turn of events. He now has backup? He doesn't have time to figure it out at the moment, so instead he takes advantage of the opportunity and jerks the man's shoulder towards him to spin him around and then shoves him back against the wall, pressing the barrel of his pistol against the man's forehead, "Be a wise ass one more time." He leans forward so his face is uncomfortably close, his lips peeling back over his teeth in a sneer, "I'm going to ask you one last time. Who is the Foot?"

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Painkiller Jane is watching the door, keeping only half an eye on Frank. "Thank you. I was gonna cap him myself if he kept whining." she grumbles. Letting the big guy focus on his questions first, she can't help getting at least a little bit distracted by him.

"Ask him about Johnny Fontaine, while you're at it. He may not be able to help you, but might know something of interest to me." Attention shifts back towards the hallway, the front desk, and then to the back in a surveillance pattern. Keep the eyes moving.

Shredder has posed:
    "The Foot?" he asks, "Oh, that Foot," he eyes the pistol against his forehead, causing his eyes to cross. "Big group, they don't like questions, no. Come here looking for cars sometimes, just one night at a time. Never buy. NEVER BUY. They got money, I am not knowing why?" He holds his hands out in a shrug. "I now tell you yes?"
     He motions with one hand over inspecifically at Jane. "Johnny yes, Johnny he is a very nice guy, buys many cars. Always pays ahead, good man that Johnny." He holds out an 'OK symbol with his fingers. "So now you can go, yes? You have all you need?"

Punisher has posed:
Keeping his eyes firmly planted on the man and his face dangerously close, Frank presses the barrel harder against the man's forehead as Jane yells out her request. "I need more," he snarls after the guy sings the praises of Johnny Fontaine. That's a name he'll have to look further into. If he's got enemies the likes of this lady here he might be worth paying a visit. Although maybe he won't need to given the gun-toting she-Punisher out in the hallway.

"When are they coming back? What time do they pick up? What kind of car do they show up in?" He leans in even closer, thumbing back the hammer on his pistol with a 'click'. "You tell me what I want to know, we'll go."

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Jane snorts softly, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, Johnny's a *very* nice guy. And I'm one of Santa's Elves. Would you hit him for me, please? This guy's either really stupid or wants us to think that he is. Tell you about Johnny later."

Later? Apparently there's going to be a 'later' with the redhead.

"I want the last car Johnny bought, too. Make and model. VIN, if he can get it quickly."

Shredder has posed:
    "Bottom drawer," the man points against the wall at an old beige filing cabinet. "Has all the cars bought in the last month, yes?" he says. "Terrible that I was broken into, but you tell Johnny I didn't help, right? I was not here," he says, trying to turn his eyes toward Jane without turning his head. similarly avoiding Frank's intent close glare and breath.
    "You, sir, you do not know what you ask. The Foot, they are big I think. They do not tell me much, just what cars they want. They pick up, they go. Young men, look very rough, I think they send them. Purple Dragons. They pick up the cars, the Foot, they do not come themselves." The purple dragons are a group of local hoodlums. A Manhattan gang let by a mountain of a man named Hun. "Hun, he sends Link, most of the time. Crude, not a nice young man. Bad mohawk, he thinks it is 1980 still."

Punisher has posed:
Glancing over his shoulder at the filing cabinet, Frank furrows his brows and looks towards Jane. Cocking his head sideways towards the cabinet, he gives her the go-ahead to grab whatever she needs before returning his attention to the car man where he just seems to stare through him and straight into his soul. Hun. Purple Dragons. The Foot. He was hoping to get a little bit closer, but this will do. He has some more work to do.

Releasing the hammer on the pistol, Frank re-hoslters his weapon and then pulls out the man's phone, holding it up, "I'm keepin' this." He'll comb through the contacts and call history and see how much information he can get.

Finally stepping away and giving the man his personal space back, Frank turns and heavily steps out into the hallway with a glance to Jane, "You good?"

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Painkiller Jane returns the nod and rises, stepping briskly over to the cabinet. Holstering a pistol, she opens the drawer and grabs a handful of files close to the front. She tucks them under one arm, nudging the drawer closed with her booted foot.

Stepping right up to the car dealer, she peers over her shades at him. "This is for your own good. Gotta make this LOOK like a break-in, right?" And then she clocks him across the temple with the barrel of the big automatic. She doesn't look back.

Peeling a post-it from the desk, she scribbles a number with a sharpie... no ballpoint impressions on the pad that way... and she sticks it onto Frank's chest. "*Now* I'm good. Call me. We'll talk about bad guys over coffee or something."