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Matt hadn’t exactly had an easy night. Between fighting off a gang of thugs and nearly getting shot in the face again, his mood was less than ideal. All he wanted to do was find this Greg guy with the funny limp and question him. He was out for intel, trying to figure out who this new dealer was stirring up trouble. Drugs were certainly one bad thing, but new weapons had been popping up in the city and he didn’t need anyone shooting up a street block full of civilians.
When he arrived at the warehouse someone had mentioned to him he wasn’t expecting to find the look out crew dead, a bullet in the head of one. Looked like a sniper, or some form of ranged caliber from the smell in the air. The other guy had it much worse. He was torn up with a barrage of bullets. “Shit...” the devil cursed his mind going to one person in particular that this could be. Sure, it could be some other gang tearing people up, but they didn’t really do sniping.
He paused, listening for a moment as he heard a commotion inside the building. He could taste more blood in the air, but he could still hear two heartbeats. One fast and scared, the other more calm.
Quickly he rushed into the building, jumping over bodies and shipping crates as he went. There was a voice that reached his ears as he listened harder. Yep, that was Frank Castle alright. Sliding to a stop mere feet from the commotion, he could hear Frank beating the crap out of who Matt assumed was this Greg he was looking for. “Frank, you’re going to kill him if you keep that up. I need him alive, if you don’t mind.”
