[center][img]https://s8.postimg.cc/56ad87nyt/chowpunisher5.jpg[/img] [b][color=black][u]Midnight A mostly destroyed autoshop; Lynwood, California[/u][/color][hr][h3][color=black]ISSUE #16[/color] WAR PIGS [color=black]PART FOUR[/color][/h3][/b][hr][/center] [quote=@Byrd Man] "Names have power," he said to the man. "And even the unholy angel of death has a real name. And that gives me power. You're a curious one, you know? You don't look like one of Garica's guys, and you sure as fuck aren't rolling with the white power boys bleeding out on the ground. So, what's your story, squire? Who the fuck are you?" [/quote] I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust to the bright light, looking around. The autoshop was in shambles, Garcia and his boys were all dead. Before me was the blond man in the ratty trenchcoat, alongside a cowboy who had his sixgun trained on me. I figured I wouldn't be seeing many cowboys after Warpath. Guess they were more in style here than there, surprisingly. The blond man spoke with a British accent, and I quirked an eyebrow as I slowly raised my hands to show the cowboy I wasn't a threat. [color=black][b]"Isn't it obvious? I'm the pizza guy. Took me a bit long to get here though, looks like these guys get their order free."[/b][/color] I paused to chuckle. The Brit didn't seem amused, or at least not amused enough to laugh with me. I sighed, looking between the man and the cowboy who was starting to look less human and more otherworldly by the second. [color=black][b]"Not sure if the name means anything to you unless you've been catching yourself up with the news, but I'm Frank Castle, the Punisher. I've been traveling the country, delivering vigilante justice. I ran into a drug den in Fredericksburg Texas, the trail led me here, to Garcia. I'm guessing that's him?"[/b][/color] I pointed towards what remained of the suited Hispanic man. The Brit nodded in confirmation. I paused, recollecting what had just happened, and how I managed to lose my sense for what seemed like hours. [color=black][b]"Judging by what just happened to me, and the way your, uh, friend here looks... I'm guessing there's something of the supernatural sort going on. Before you ask how I can tell, because I know you will, I've got a buddy in Warpath who had a bit of a demon problem a few days back. I wouldn't be able to tell you just what exactly is going on, but I know it's not of this world as it were."[/b][/color] Now that I had finished up my little spiel, I nodded to the Brit, cracking a wry grin. [color=black][b]"And what'd your name be? Sam Spade?"[/b][/color]