<div class="floatleft">(http://img02.deviantart.net/5f2c/i/2014/332/4/d/frank_castle_by_iskandarsalim-d87zx2c.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Frank Castle<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>The Punisher<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>TBD/Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryker's Island Penitentiary - Open Bay<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Blade, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Daredevil<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>I got my own plans.<br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>…And don’t worry about Daredevil. He’s smart enough to not make himself a target.</strong><br/><br/>Frank recalled a time where he shot Choirboy in the stomach. “I beg to differ.”<br/><br/>He followed after Blade as they quickly navigated the prison to the bathroom where the arsenal was waiting. When he saw how many weapons they had stored in the maintenance closet, he was surprised that nobody had found them. It would have been all he would need to take over Ryker’s Island if he wanted to.<br/><br/><strong>Right behind you…</strong><br/><br/>Speak of the devil, Frank resisted the urge to direct the pistol in his hand at DD’s face. He wouldn’t have killed him as much as he did get tired of him getting in his way. But it would have made him feel better…<br/><br/><strong>There are dozens of them out there. Too many to count.</strong><br/><br/>Blade handed him a pair of sunglasses that Frank took and held up as though they were a smelly sock. He frowned at them suspiciously.<br/><br/><strong>Spectrum glasses. Night vision or infrared’s the most helpful; these guys are probably too cold to show up on thermal.</strong><br/><br/>Situating the sunglasses over his eyes, he grasped the corner of the frame, tinkering with the buttons until he got the hang of them. He set them to night vision and taking a step toward the bag, he took a knee and went rummaging through it with purpose. He laid out on the floor next to the bag the weapons he would be taking with him on this slaughter fest.<br/><br/><strong>This prison break wasn’t entirely out of the kindness of my heart, Frank. My team’s been preparing for this for a while. And as good as you are at killin’ people, I figured you’d do a pretty damn good job puttin’ undead back where they belong. Everything in there is for killing vamps. Silver knives, uv grenades; .45s, and MP5 and a shotgun. All the bullets are hollow-points, garlic filled, silver. Pretty much you try to kill it, it’s gonna die.</strong><br/><br/>“I don’t expect anyone who breaks me out of prison to be doing it out of the kindness of their heart,” said Frank. As he started lining his waist with a stake belt and grenade pouches, he was already musing about the after party. As soon as he finished wiping the ugly off the face of the Earth, he wasn’t going to stick around. He figured that Murdock would just want him back in prison or attempt to keep him here. No; Frank planned on ditching the crew as soon as business was finished. He had his own plans to take care of.<br/><br/>Frank rose to his feet. He kept the M9 but swapped out the riot ammo for the hollow mags. Within both of his hands were two MP5s. Still wearing the prison guard get-up, sunglasses, and practically wearing a suit of guns—he looked like the One Man Army that every hero, villain, and vigilante knew him as. All he was missing was his notorious skull.<br/><br/><strong>Come on, Frank…let’s see just how rusty you are.</strong><br/><br/>“About as rusty as stainless steel,” The Punisher replied as he followed the vampire and the devil out into the open prison, sweeping the corners and upper lofts. Before the hour was up, Frank expected the prison to be painted with blood whether the blood of demons or inmates. At times, there wasn’t much of a difference between the trash in the prison and the trash clawing their way inside. They would all get the same treatment. This just gave The Punisher an excuse to clean up both parties.</span>