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Nick	Savio Drago is a man in his early 50s, and while the well kept, slicked back hair maintains a bit of a youthfulness, the gray tones that blend in with the browns along with the harsh expression upon his features tells otherwise. There is no humor to the deep set of his eyes as the piercing blue eyes assess those around him. Like his demeanor, his attire is also one to be taken lightly. A man in power must dress the role and for the decades he's been in, he's had plenty of time to get this attire down pat. They wanted to meet with the other at the restaurant to discuss matters. But Savio turned down that idea. Too soon he said. Need to have more of an idea of what is going on before they can discuss it. But in all honesty. If someone took the time to go out to that cabin to take out four men. They'd probably drool over the prospect of all of them gathered in one central location. No. Now is not the time. Not so soon after. It grows late and while four of his men are off in the hallways keeping an eye out, while four more rest in the condo beneath. As for inside the condo... The condo is really nice as far as New York properties go. Not only is it nice to look at with furniture that is matched well together, It has space. Two bedrooms, an actual kitchen area, two bathrooms, one in the hallway and one in the master bedroom. Expensive, but quite possibly lower end considering his role. But, if one were to ask, he'd simply laugh and point out that it's more like his private office than a home. Also, it can easily fit in his security team, so it's nothing to sneeze at either. Drink finished, Drago looks over to the three men gathered in the main living area, watching the late night news. "Unless it's an emergency, Don't disturb me." He states simply, getting up from his seat, setting the glass down on a nearby magazine before heading down the hallway to his room. Even those in powerful roles must rest. And tonight will be an added challenge for him. With the departure of those he most trusts with his life as they got pulled to other assignments. Savio was already concerned with the change. But with the unexpected demise of four men guarding the cabin he prefers to stay at. There is something undeniable. Something is going down. There's no telling when or where. But one thing is clear. Without his backup, he can't afford to break character even now. Padding into the master bedroom, Savio closes the door. Turning the lock before he heads over to the bed, fishing out his wallet before sitting down. A tired sigh escapes his lips as he flips open his wallet, fishing out a well creased photo.
Punisher	The Punisher had done his homework on this one. Bulletproofed panes on the condo meant that sniping the lot of them was out, unless he wanted to level the entire condo in itself with explosives. If he wasn't trying to fake a death, it would be a tempting prospect; he has gone overkill before, without an issue. Going for efficient kills while keeping someone alive was always a pain in the ass... but his Code prevents him from taking that option. No... this one will need to be stealthy, and personal. "I'm in position. Status on electronics?" Punisher whispered into his commlink as he prepped the zipline gun to get to the rooftop of the building Savio was in.
Nick	Unknowning of the danger that lurks outside the building, it's sort of business as usual inside the condo building. Four men slumber away in the condo beneath, resting up for when it's their turn to take over one of the shifts. The four men in the hallways each have their own area to watch over. Staying out of the way to allow for known residents to make their merry way to their respective abodes but still keeping a steady watch. One monitors the doorway into the lobby, two monitor the floor Savio's condo is on. Each positioned near a stairwell entrance and the fourth having the oh so boring job of watching rooftop access. The three men in the main living area of the condo are a bit more relaxed than the ones in the hallway. Their previous shift was out there and they are only about an hour away of rotating down to the condo area for rest so it's only fitting they finish off their time catching up on the going ons of New York City. One of them fishes out a lottery ticket when the lady announcing the numbers comes on tv. Hearing some snickers, he glances over to the offendor, "Don't laugh. I tell you guys, this is the winner here. Luck is changing tonight!" As for Savio, he's still sitting, unfolding the photo to take a few moments to look to it, rubbing a thumb to the side of it. He takes a deep breath, holding it for a few moments before exhaling. "One more day." "Ready to go here. On your word, electronic locks will disable, lights will go out and so will the alarms."
Punisher	"Committing." The Punisher stated as the zipline gun was triggered. The other end found an anchoring point easily, while the Punisher brought the other end back towards another anchoring point, fixing it there, before he took out the line hook and jumped off onto it. In the near-midnight air, The Punisher glided to the other rooftop, silently. With the line and the Punisher himself both blending into the darkness, no one would notice unless they were looking for him. Landing with a practiced end over end to one hand on his knees, The Punisher double checked to be sure there was no one coming immediately, before he went for the rooftop exit. Without his trenchcoat, his gear web was plainly visible against the kevlar skull vest. Tonight, he was dressed for a covert operation. The trenchcoat would get in the way if he needed the agility. Pressing up against the side of the door, the Punisher slipped the night vision goggles over his eyes, giving himself a moment to adjust to the lack of light above; more time than the others below would get, once he entered. Bringing up both Beretta pistols from his holsters, silencers were screwed on... "Hit it. Lock the elevators and all the doors but the ones to the rooftop. I don't want them having a chance to escape until I /want/ them to escape. We're going to need at least one 'survivor' to sell the fake... but I want to pick who it is."
Nick	"And the winning numbers are 26, 23..." The man with the ticket grins, nodding as he listens to the numbers, seeming to get excited early on. "Oh yes, tonight's the night. I'm going to get mom a house and she can get as many cats as she wants." On Frank's word, Microchip keys a few more strokes and his words become truth. A few more clicks and the added requests are put into play. "You're good." There's a thunk coming from roof as the door lock disengages before things suddenly get dark. While it doesn't do anything to alert the ones already sleeping. It is enough to bring those in the hallway on full alert. In the living area however, the men are a bit more distracted by the ticket holder bemoaning the lack of numbers being announced. "No! I could have a winner!" "Oh shutup." One mutters, getting up from his seat to move over towards the kitchen since the source of entertainment went away. "You can look it up in the paper tomorrow." As the power goes off, Savio's eyes raise upwards to survey the dark as he blindly folds up the photo to put back into his wallet. "The hell?" He gets up off of the bed, sliding the wallet back into his pants pocket.
Punisher	The door down into the building is opened, and two pistols are leveled as he makes his way down into the building, only to come across a sentry already that The Punisher immediately chokes out, making sure not to give him a chance to call for help. Taking a look at the face, he was clearly not DEA... and got a knife to the side of the neck for his trouble once he was on the rooftop. He'd bleed out in minutes. Another thirty seconds and he was at the condo level, and silently opens the door... one pistol coming out as he begins to aim and fire stun rounds at those in sight. He's gonna attract attention for this, he knows it... but it can't be helped.
Nick	As the one closest to the condo door ends up on the ground, giving off a loud 'Oomph!' The other man positioned on the floor turns in time in order to get treated to something of the same nature. Such is the drawback of not knowing what is coming in the dark. With the stairwell door being closed at the lobby level. The man down there is still blissfully unaware of the trouble going on above him. "Yeah, there's always tomorrow." Lottery guy murmurs, accepting the condolence offered by his coworker in the kitchen who appears to be blindly searching the fridge for a drink. "Are you s-" "SHH." The third man interrupts, turning his head to look towards the front door. He glances to the other two, "Did you guys hear something just now?" Power off and not by his own doing, Savio is likely not getting any sleep as of this moment. Quietly opening up a nightstand drawer, he pulls out a small flashlight, shuffling it to his left hand.
Punisher	Once those in sight are downed, the Punisher comes out of the hallway, checking corners as he makes a silent dash across to check the faces. Finding no one on the list, the knife once again comes out as one throat is silently cut, leaving one thug to bleed out in plain sight. The undercover agent? He gets a note in his pocket: "Tell your boss to stop being a fool, or next time I won't be as nice." Next up, the condo itself. "Give me an update on the inside, Micro." Punisher whispers, waiting for an update even as he aims his pistols at the stairwell and condo doors from cover.
Nick	Microchip looks to his feed, allowed by the unseen drone outside. "Okay. The living area is directly across from the door. Two guys directly in front looking to it. One's drawn his gun. To the immediate left is the kitchen. There's a guy near the fridge He pauses for a moment, "Drago's in the master, far back of the condo. Looks like he's grabbing a flashlight- Oh and there's the gun. He's armed."
Punisher	"Easy enough to breach. " Punisher casually mentions. Then, he pulls out a tablet from his pouch, giving him a live feed of the drone outside as he mentally lines up the wall with what he sees on the feed itself. He had packed a wall breacher for this exact circumstance, and out of his backpack it comes. Laying it over the general line of sight where the guards are. Once the anchors were applied, the Punisher hits the trigger, and a drill bit silently (as quietly as a drill can be, anyway) makes a hole large enough for a small flash charge to be shoved through. Anyone in the foyer of the condo looking in that direction will get flashed easily. Then, the *BOOM* triggers, and a perfectly square 'entry' hole is made as the directional charges detonate, sending the center of the wall out in splinters... and providing a gigantic distraction. The moment the wall is breached, the Punisher kicks open the door, using the boom as a cover for his own entry as he immediately opens fire with both pistols at anyone in the room.
Nick	The trio inside are quiet, the man near the fridge starting to stand up as they look towards the door. In the time it takes for Frank to hook up the breacher, they all have drawn their guns. As much good as that does when the blast ends up distracting the two men in the living area. Precious seconds are lost before they realize their mistake but by that point, only the more attentive of the two managed to get his gun up before flying back from the force of the received shot. The lottery ticket flutters in the air as the second man is hit. As for fridge man, he dives down to the floor, using the counter area to hide him. An effect negated as he screams directly into the floor. "SHIT IT'S PUNISHER!" So much for stealth. Well, it may not be stealthy, but combined with the noise of the blast, it's more than sufficient for alerting the crew below that something is going on and the source of what that something is. There is a flurry of motion emerging from the floor below, and the lobby as the last hallway guard finally becomes aware of the destruction above. Savio sets up the flashlight, aiming the beam at eye height for most people before he shifts position away from the flashlight's location. He makes note to adjust his position to where he had a clear view of those coming in but not to where those coming in would have a clear view of him. Unfortunately the drone has shifted over to look into Savio's room now that Frank doesn't need eyes on the main room.
Punisher	The Punisher dives for his own bit of cover, beginning to replace his magazines. "Lockdown the floor below." Punisher whisper-barks into his commlink. He doesn't need the added distraction of those below coming up. Yet. There wasn't any real need to add to the terror; his reputation had proceeded him, after all. As his pistols were reloaded behind cover, the Punisher took a moment to gauge the situation. He could tell none of the guards in the condo was an agent, at least... which meant he could use the bigger explosives. Moments later, the Punisher takes one of his fragmentation grenades, and tosses it into the room, towards the kitchen. It was die to the grenade, or die to a bullet now, for him.... if anyone of the thugs in the living room got collateral? Oh well.
Nick	There's the sound of feverish typing to the request over the comm before there's a pause, "-done." Eyes wide as the grenade lands in front of him, fridge guy scrambles to get to his feet "OH SH-" BLAM! There's an avalanche of pans as they fall off of the rack above while fridge man's body flops forward from the blast. There's a howl of pain coming from him as he appears to be quite injured. Lottery Man looks wide eyed up at the ceiling gasping for breath. the most alert of them all winces as he lifts up his gun to start shooting at Frank repeatedly, "Quit gawking and shoot his ass!" Stooge number three snaps.
Punisher	He's already in cover, so the rounds just have Frank on the ground... but some of the rounds get through the furniture, hitting his vest. Grunts of pain sound through the room as the Punisher gets pelted with grazes. Then, once the magazine is empty, the Punisher pops back up and instantly aims, firing stun rounds at those remaining, even as he makes a dash for more cover, making his way towards the room Savio is in. The only way the fakeout is gonna work... is if the body is never found. Interrogations of bosses is a common enough thing for the Punisher, so the police report on this massacre will have to show he was probably taken.
Nick	With just three men in the main area, there aren't many shots needed. The one who was actively shooting falls back first, likely targeted because he WAS returning fire before. Lottery soon follows to the land of nod before raider of the blown fridge collapses. Based from the extent of his injury, he's not long for the world. As Frank opens the door, he's greeted with a bright flashlight propped up to shine right towards where Savio suspected the eyes would be. Standing opposite to it, Savio has his gun drawn and trained on Punisher. "Don't make me shoot you." Savio bites out clearly. It's a warning. Most likely the only one. But it's more of a chance than what Punisher gave the men out in the living area.
Punisher	"If I wanted you dead, I would have breached in with a charge." The Punisher notes. "Drop the gun, I need a bit of time to make this look convincing." The Punisher is, at the very least, not aiming for Savio. He clearly could have fired by now.
Nick	As Punisher's not aiming to him or shooting, Savio doesn't shoot. He even moves his finger from the trigger, But he doesn't lower the gun either. He's aware of the reputations involved here. "What are you talking about?"
Punisher	"Stay here. We get one shot at making this work. Interfere, and I'll just knock you out." The Punisher moves towards the bodies then, placing the same note in the known DEA agents pocket and dragging him across to the room. Then, he does the same to the agent outside, in the main hallway. "If you want them to live, put them inside your room." Then, he moves to the entryway, takes out the Beretta with lethal ammo, and fires into the heads of the thugs at long range, making it look like they were killed from the doorway. Then, he collects the brass and stun rounds expended. To anyone going over this massacre now, it'll look like only lethal rounds were used. With that dealt with, the Punisher moves back towards Savio, "we're faking your death."
Nick	A bit stunned by the development the gun lowers as Savio's attention is drawn to who Frank specifically pulled over. Those ar- "...Shit." Damn it. After all these years it finally happened. Compromised. Responsibility to the agents first he drops the gun in order to grab for the one from the hallway, dragging the indicated persons into the room. He halts hearing the gun fire, spinning around to see Punisher coming back. He can honestly say, this is not the face he expected to see when it came time to extract him. He glances to the agents, frowning before giving a cursory nod.
Punisher	As he enters the room, the Punisher takes out his bloodied Ka-bar, "They have to look roughed up. If they're undamaged from this, it'll look like I overlooked them. That'll draw suspicion. They can get out of the life or continue as they like, but if you 'survive', you'll be a target as the rest of the sharks around you make a grab." He holds up the knife, "Gashes and cuts. Then, we go out the window. Do I have your attention?"
Nick	"Yeah I got it." Savio responds, to the point. His tone isn't happy but then again, considering the situation, if he was, that would probably be a cause for alarm. He lifts up his hands, backing away to let him work. He glances back down the hallway, frown still in place. He got it. But it doesn't mean he has to like all of it.
Punisher	The knifework is just enough to make it look like a fight broke out, and for good measure, the Punisher punches a couple in the joints just enough that a bruise will eventually form. "Micro, Phase 2." On the other end of the commlink, Microchip was busy bringing a cargo drone around from a nearby rooftop, pre-positioned for this purpose. Taking out his grapple gun and putting away the Beretta's, the Punisher moves in front of Savio, grabbing him around the waist, "Whatever you do, don't let go." Then, the Punisher takes a deep breath, takes up the grapple gun... and dashes for the window, a *loud* shattering can be heard inside and out as the Punisher dives out the window, taking the glass on his vest even as he launches his grappling hook at the anchor that was just bolted down by the drone above. Within moments, the Punisher is zipping away towards the other rooftop across the street, where he came from... and he drops Savio on the ground next to him. "We have five minutes maximum before the police arrive." The Punisher turns towards Savio, "So we're clear, me and Microchip will be doing everything we can to make it look like you died once you were extracted by me. We're going after the other syndicates next to keep the power vacuum in chaos. You can get out of the life and back to your kid, now."
Nick	Feet upon the ground, legs buckling a bit as a knee touches as well, giving a bit of a kneeling formation, Savio strts to stand up, listening to Punisher's explanation. At the mention of his kid. Savio's expression darkens, head shaking at the thought. "No. If I do. That throws off the faked death part."
Punisher	There's a long moment as the Punisher watches Savio. It's an appraising look. If Savio has ever met tactician minds in his life... he'd recognize the signs of the Punisher working through some puzzle in his mind. Then, he looks down to the street as bystanders are no doubt scattering from the commotion... and the police on their way. "Micro, get the nearest safehouse setup. I thought there would be an exit strategy here, but he just said he doesn't." Savio can see Punisher frown slightly as he listens to something on his commlink... and his own expression darkens just slightly, before it turns into that ice again, "yeah, I know, but what's done is done. I have an idea, get it ready." Punisher glances to Savio, "we're not faking your death. You're going to get to see your son again, if you want it." The Punisher is making it sound like Savio has a choice here.
Nick	As Punisher looks to Savio, there is an unbending quality to the glance giving back to Frank. A faked death, was most definitely insurance against the man from ever venturing to see his son again. He's quiet, seemingly trying to figure out what Punisher's thinking as well, but also not to draw any attention to their chosen resting area. He didn't realize in the time he was watching Frank, the DEA operative was holding his breath a bit. Well, until the 180 on the faked death plan is vocalized. His posture eases, lips staying neutral in expression from years of practice. But upon the promise of seeing family again, there's a slight quirk of a smile peeking to the edge of the lips. "I do." His head turns, listening to the sound of the sirens in the distance.
Punisher	"While I have no problems at all with taking on the police openly, I don't make it a policy to do so. Come with me." The Punisher practically orders Savio as he heads for the end of the rooftop, unbolting the anchor point and hooking it on his gear web, before heading for the stairwell rooftop entry. "For what it's worth, I punished the killer. You can hear all about it from your handler." His pistol magazine is exchanged for a fresh one, the sides visible with some sort of customized rounds. "Stay behind me. My getaway is just downstairs, but I don't know if anyone from your department fucked me over and tipped off the locals."
Nick	Not really wanting to be the one that puts Punisher in a position where he does engage with the police, Savio gives a curt nod. There are times and places to talk back. And while he's already exercised the one point, this moment is not one such time. A brow raises at the offered consolation. "...moretti?" He asks, trying to bite back a bit of the venom to his tone when speaking the name. He follows, not expecting an answer, but instead watching Punisher, observing what he's doing, making note of the rounds. The warning brings his attention back to staying behind. "...Depends on who you tipped off probably." Savio responds, "Not a fan of the DHS ones."
Punisher	"That's the one. You'll find out later." The Punisher offers, vaguely. Then... "it wasn't pretty." Then, The Punisher is off, going from door to door down the stairwell, checking corners and peeking for potential ambushes. For Savio, if he's ever seen military men, The Punisher screams military commando. He screams trained precision... and natural talent at the art of war. It's easy to see how the man whom the world knows as Frank Castle AKA the Punisher has survived for years, despite the whole world trying to kill or capture him.
Nick	Unfortunately the majority of Savio's exposure to military men would be the aforementioned DHS which, recruits heavily from the military. Which, does not make the initial impression of Frank favorable. But the actual effort to make the situation better and not worse, coupled with promise made helps greatly. As the pair make their way down the sounds of the sirens are muffled by the exterior walls as they pass the building to the source of the carnage, namely Savio's old home. The task of clearing the scene appears to have the highest priority as the distinctive siren cry of an ambulance filters through as well. However,after noting the position of the broken window and running on a hunch, a couple officers have made their way over to the building across the way. Guns drawn.
Punisher	"Stay here." The Punisher orders. Then, the Punisher takes a breath... and silently starts making his way to one side of the lobby, stealthily. Pressing up against the wall just around a corner from the officers, The Punisher adjusts the silencer on the pistol... and waits. Once the two officers are within arms reach, the pistol is aimed for the head of one, fired, and the other is taken instantly after by the neck, manhandling the officer into his iron grip with his hand over his mouth. Then, the silencer presses against the side of his head, just above the ear. The Punisher whispers, "one word of warning for the rest, and I put this round into you. You won't like that. Nod if you understand."
Nick	At the warning, Savio stops his forward momentum, hanging out in the stairwell as Frank moves on to clear the way. He adjusts his positioning, trying to stay out of sight but to also allow for him to appease his morbid curiousity. The rounds were custom. And based from the lives he spared earlier, he's left to assume these too were no-kill rounds. It's a slippery slope he's standing on right now. The two officers were reasonably quiet. There was not much in verbal communication once they came in, but there's only so much one could do for the lobby door. The trek in was slow, and cautious. But Frank's response was quick and to the point. The second officer didn't even have time to move his firearm towards the threat before he was grabbed. "MMMPH!" The officer immediately tries to sound as the assailent reveals himself, the muffled sounds halting as the gun presses against his temple. The whispered warning filters through his ears as the thunk of his partner to the floor indicates rather effectively that this man was not joking. The officer stills, looking to the body. There's a slow nod.
Punisher	Given the lack of blood from the round (it was clearly aimed for the head), it's clear these rounds are not intended to kill. Savio has just learned first hand that the Punisher could easily have killed these police... but has gone out of his way not to. Whatever they were, those rounds are extremely effective at knock outs. "Good. I'm going to leave my hand from your mouth, and you're going to tell me how many officers have responded to this. You're also going to tell them the perp is still in the building and that this one is clear. If I hear /anything/ else from you as you speak into your radio, you're out." He leans forward so the officer can see his chin, "people call me the Punisher. Trust me when I say you don't want me angry at you. Do we understand each other?"
Nick	The officer is still, looking to the downed partner once more. His eyes close partly, giving a defeated look. He gives another slow nod. Very well. So it's come to this...
Punisher	He takes off the hand from the mans mouth, "Speak." The hand goes instantly around his throat; the implied threat clear.
Nick	The officer is still, pursing his lips once the hand is removed from his mouth. "...four pairs." He replies, eyes glancing down to the hand. He shifts slightly, reaching towards his radio, slowly as his eyes glance up once more. "231." He pauses again, looking to his partner, a brief bit of hesitation before he relents "-Clear. Perp must still be in the building."
Punisher	"Good. You get to keep your arms from this encounter." The Punisher notes, "I'm leaving now. By the time you're out on the street, I will be long gone from here. I've accomplished my objective. Tell them about me... and I'll just go right through them... with more than broken arms." With that, the Punisher tosses the officer to one side like a ragdoll, next to his knocked out friend. "He'll be fine." With that, the Punisher takes off, heading to the back entry, a casual glance to the stairwell towards Savio along with a 'come here' gesture makes it clear The Punisher is heading out.
Nick	Oh joy. Arms are good. Yes! Keep the arms! With an oomph! The cooperating officer is tossed, tumbling on top of his partner. Encounter done with no bodies to add to the count, Savio has not found reason to break away just yet. The silent gesture is returned with a nod equal in volume as the older man follows Punisher out.
Punisher	Outside, the Battle Van in all it's intentionally vague and 'mundane' glory is found. Inside... is another matter. Inside looks like part command center, hidden tank, and armory. With two M249 turrets ready to deploy and a minigun built into the top, ready to deploy as well... Savio is treated to what can only be described as a miracle of technology rivaling Batman himself. "Get in and strap in. We have an exit strategy to plan." The Punisher affirms as he heads for the drivers seat.
Nick	Well, better to ride in the van than be run down by it. Savio climbs in, buckling up upon being settled. Head turning curiously, he looks to the assortment of products. "Looks like you robbed a small army just fill that up." He comments, breaking the sound fast he had just taken a little bit ago. Savio doesn't add to the comment, instead bringining a hand up to rub at the side of his temple. The size of his hand does an effective job of obscuring half of his face as he rubs his forehead.
Punisher	"Because I have. I've been fighting this war for years. Where do you think the funding for my operations comes from? I take it from those I kill. The mob bosses in particular tend to have big bank accounts, and their accountants are usually cooperative once I show them the body of the asshole they were workin' for." The Punisher grates out as the engine is started, and they start to leave. "What I don't take from convoys and armories, I have custom made." There's a pause, "I haven't had much call to bring out the Humvees or helicopters. I keep those in reserve."
Nick	Head not moving, Savio's eyes shift, glancing over to Punisher as he explains how he gets such a large assortment of weapons. A brow lifts slightly at the mention of helicopters. Not helicopter. Helicopters. "Hmm." It's time for the corner of the other side of the lips to upturn in the slightest. "Color me impressed."