Tatsumi and Leone would find themselves in an unfamiliar place, with shelves of different kinds of alcohol and snacks like chips and beef jerky and junk foods lining the walls.<br/><br/>They would see a man wearing a camoflauge jacket and a beanie with the words: 'Vietnam Veteran' on a red white and blue background. The man was in a wheelchair and had no legs. Another man with buzz cut black hair entered the store, Frank Castle was for once not wearing his Punisher shirt or black trench coat...because he had come to do laundry in the laundromat across the street.<br/><br/>"Fuckin' animals...makes you wanna do something don't it?" The wheelchair man said to the room of people. The yells of the little boy who was being threatened and beat by the group of gangbangers met their ears, as did the raucous laughter of said thugs.<br/><br/>"I did three goddamn tours in Iraq and I come home to this shit. Whole damn world's burnin' down my friend..." The wheelchair man uncapped a flask and took a sip.<br/><br/>"Few years back...I was standing at that door like you are now. Only difference, it was a little girl they were doing it to. And I made sure the point got across..worked myself up into a heart attack while I was knocking the last ones' teeth out."<br/><br/>Frank stared out at the scene before turning around to the counter, and walking past the confused Leone and Tatsumi: "You still keep that shotgun loaded under the counter? The one you keep...'just in case'?" Frank asked.<br/><br/>The wheelchair man smiled and reached under the counter, retrieving a 12 gauge pump-action and tossing it to Frank. "Give 'em hell, kid."