<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/Punisher-Warzone-Icon1.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Castle / Punisher<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown New York -&gt; Cape Liberty Cruise Port in Jersey City -&gt; Grand Central Station -&gt; Another safehouse located somewhere in the New York subway system<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 14:45<br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> US Army Sergeant Mike Giles, US Army Private First Class Ike McTavish Open <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> His Kevlar vest, which carries that iconic Punisher skull<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Punisher wasn't the only one, aside from a cop here and there, that was trying to get innocent civilians to safety. Just as he had run out of ammo for his assault rifle a military Humvee came charging down the street, weaving its way through a maze of abandoned and destroyed vehicles. The M134 Minigun mounted on its roof was blazing wildly, firing many rounds every second, a loudly swearing soldier behind it, shouting such timeless catchphrases as "Eat lead, buckethead!" and "Did someone order a new cheese grater?" at the top of his lungs as he aimed for the drones that flew overhead.<br/><br/>Naturally, their presence had not gone unnoticed, with several of the drones, halting to shoot energy beams downs at the Humvee. With sharp turns and no small amount of luck the vehicle managed to avoid the shots, the soldier manning the minigun taking aim once more, laughing almost like a madman as he opened fire on the oversized flying tin cans.<br/><br/>Punisher moved away from the corner, taking cover behind a burning car wreckage. Slipping the rocket launcher off his shoulder, he moved swiftly to prepare the weapon. Slipping rocket securely into launcher, he lifted it up onto his shoulder and took aim. As the shot lined up he fired the missile, blowing the last drone assaulting the military vehicle clean out of the air with a bang. Said vehicle came skidding to a halt near Frank, the driver lowering his door window. From what the vigilante could tell there was only two of them; the driver and the gunner. The pair introduced themselves as sergeant Mike Giles and private Ike McTavish. It didn't take long to agree that things were fucked and that they needed to help those that could not help themselves. The minigun on top of the Humvee was about through its ammo and the car itself wouldn't last that much longer either.<br/><br/>Punisher was told that, while the US Army Department down in Jersey City was one of the first locations to be hit by Ultron's drones, and most of the equipment and vehicles were likely destroyed or taken already, that there was a cargo container stocked to the brim with the latest hardware down in Cape Liberty Cruise Port, just a mile or two down the road from the crater that was once the Army Department. It had been shipped in, off the record, and contained new, top tier hardware that was supposed to be moved to the department and then supplied to special forces. Punisher suggested it be used instead to arm an underground resistance force against Ultron, which the soldier voiced that they had also in mind. Inviting him along, Frank got into the Humvee and they sped away.<br/><br/>Crossing the bridge to Jersey City was tricky. They had to go through the Holland Tunnel, which was jammed with traffic. Having to leave the Humvee behind, the trio proceeded on foot. It was quite the trek, but luckily one that was mainly uneventful. Staying off the main roads as much as possible, they slipped through Jersey City and headed south, eventually reaching the port.<br/><br/><strong>"C-233... C-234... C-235, there we go!"</strong>Giles said as they snuck around the port, going through rows and rows of large, steel shipment containers. They now stood in front of a bright red one. It didn't stand out from any of the others, and thus could easily masquerade its military contents between the regular shipments. Key in hand, the sergeant undid the lock and pulled open one of the doors, revealing a fully stocked armory inside. Frank spotted pretty much everything they could need, from assault rifles and snipers, to high grade military explosives and body armor. There were even some crates with labels and names he did not recognize. No doubt they were new tech.<br/><br/><strong>"Sir, I found a truck!"</strong>McTavish reported as he returned from his little recon.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, bring 'er here. We need to get this container loaded ASAP on the back and get the hell outta here."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Leave that to me,"</strong>Frank interjected, turning his eyes towards the large container crane, not far away. Giles promised him cover support as he set out towards the large machine. Quickly he began to climb the ladder on the side. It was a pretty high climb, but luckily the Punisher wasn't one for fear of heights.<br/><br/><strong>"Shit, incoming!"</strong>Turning his head, he saw the lone soldier opening fire on an incoming drone, which swooped by through the air, releasing a charged shot from its hand. Making haste, Frank climbed into the crane's control cabin. He'd done it a few times before, so it only took a moment to remember which lever did what. Private McTavish lined the truck up next to the containers, with his commanding officer providing cover fire and drawing the drone away.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on, come on..."</strong>The Punisher muttered impatiently under his own breath as the clamps of the crane sluggishly descended upon the red steel military cargo container. Clicking into place, Frank jerked the stick to have the machine he operated raise it up off the ground. Trying to work fast but not carelessly, he loaded it onto the back of the truck, releasing the clamps as soon as possible.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, we're good to go go go!"</strong>McTavish yelled as he did a very quick inspection, making sure the cargo container wouldn't fall off the back as they drove. As he jumped back into the driver's seat, Frank skid down the ladder and sergeant Giles came rushing around the corner, the drone in hot pursuit.<br/><br/><strong>"Drive, drive, drive!"</strong>Giles yelled as he lined up beside Frank, both men dashing towards the back of the truck as it began to gain speed. Leaping first towards the still opened door of the container, he pulled himself inside before turning and offering the military man his hand. Just then the drone appeared again and fired another shot of its energy beam weapon, hitting the area just behind Giles, the explosion sending him flying forward, jut barely managing to grasp the hand of the vigilante.<br/><br/><strong>"Motherfucker!"</strong>Giles swore loudly as he was pulled into the container. The flying machine lined up behind them, aiming its hand blaster once more. Thinking fast, Punisher grabbed a grenade off his belt, janked the pin out with his teeth and tossed it towards the drone just as it fired. The beam hit the grenade as it was about halfway between the truck and itself, the shockwave of the explosion sending the hostile agent of Ultron spinning out of control. As the truck made a hard right turn, leaving the freightyard and turning onto the main road, Frank saw the drone crash into a smash into a guardpost building.<br/><br/>Using some of the weapons from the container, Giles and Castle fired upon any drone that turned its attention towards them as they sped back towards the Holland tunnel.<strong>"Hold onto your tits! This is gonna get bumpy!"</strong>McTavish's voice came from Giles' radio as they entered the tunnel. The private turned truck driver steered the large vehicle left and right, attempting to avoid as many of the abandoned cars as possible, though that was a bold task. The pair in the back held on tight to keep themselves from being tossed around or, even worse, out.<br/><br/><strong>"Once we get out of the tunnel we'll need to find an entrance to the subway large enough to fit the damn truck and container through!"</strong>Giles said, his voice raised high to make himself audible over all the noise the truck and the things it violently rammed aside were making.<br/><br/><strong>"Head to Grand Central Station! We'll ram our way through!"</strong>It wasn't the most elegant solution, but the Punisher wasn't about flair or style, unlike certain superheroes, but more about efficiency. Giles was quick to relay it as an order to the private behind the wheel. Once they popped out the other side of the tunnel, back into the streets of Lower Manhattan, all hell broke loose again. There were still some people running in the streets, fleeing for their lives as they sped by in the truck. Giles and Castle provided them with as much fire as they could before getting out of range, hoping it was enough to keep the drones from killing more innocents.<br/><br/><strong>"Approaching Grand Central! Hold on tight!"</strong>McTavish said through the radio. Bracing themselves, vigilante and soldier were shook about as if in a salsa shaker as the truck drove up the stone steps of the station and rammed its way through the entrance. The station itself had already sustained its fair share of damage from Ulton's drones, with chunks of stone and roof lying about, forcing the truck to once again make S-shaped turns before it drove down the large staircase leading into the actual subway station. The horn resounded loudly, signalling sheltering civilians to get the hell out of the way.<strong>"Move! Move!"</strong><br/><br/>By the time the vehicle shot out onto the subway tracks it had already sustained a lot of damage. Frank hoped it would last just a little bit longer, just until they got to another safehouse of his.<strong>"Keep following this line!"</strong>he yelled out to the civilians. They needed safety and his hideout could offer that<del>   </del>more then most other places in New York right now, at least.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, stop here!"</strong>Frank yelled as they arrived at his hideout, about ten minutes later. Leaping off the back of the truck, he opened the entrance, which was hidden within the subway wall. The three of them began unpacking the equipment and weapons from the container, with civilians starting to pour in not long after, a few at a time. The more able ones began helping out, while others tended to the wounded and children. All sorts of folk showed up, from simple civilians, some of which were escorted by a random US soldier or two, to firemen, policemen, and even some medical personal from the nearest hospital, who were carrying whatever medical equipment and medicine they had managed to save and were able to carry. This was what would form the underground resistance of the ordinary man, with the man known as the vigilante Punisher as its unofficial leader. Frank didn't like it, because that wasn't who he was, whom he had not been in a very long time... but at the same time accepted the position, as hope was something he could not deny these people.