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[quote=@Simple Unicycle]

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]
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"Names have power, remember?" John said with a grin. He was in the process of lighting up a fresh cigarette, his first in nearly two hours. It felt so good to feel the fire in his lung, to blow smoke from his nostrils. There was nothing like smoking to make one feel alive. "But you can call me Sam Spade if it makes you feel better."

John snapped his fingers and the Saint disappeared in a flash of bright light. Now it was just the two of them amidst all the death and destruction.

"It's funny," he said as he reached into his jacket pocket. "You don't look like any of those nutters who wear capes. But I want to thank you for your help."

When John pulled his hand out of his jacket, it was empty. He waved it in the air and a tarot card appeared in the palm of his hands. He passed the card to Castle. It was a picture of a king sitting on a throne, a sword in hand. The words JUSTICE were at the bottom of the card. Scribbled across the card's face in red marker was the name and address of Martin Hidalgo.

"That's the man who made me come here today. He did so by threatening my friends and family. You'll find he's an even bigger fish than Garcia, the undisputed kingpin of Los Angeles." 

John made eye contact with Castle before smirking.

"Long live the king, right?"