8054/TBA

TBA
Date of Scene:	29 September 2021
Location:	Location
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	June Connor, Frank Castle

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June Connor has posed:
    "You. Made. A promise." Blake Jordan takes hold of June by her purple-dyed hair, and shoves her down into the metal chair which bends a little under the impact. He reaches up to grab the collar of her t-shirt, ripping it down to her left shoulder, exposing it and a red tattoo of a handprint. "You said the Hand would deal with us if we gave up our contact. That it'd be...what was the word, Johnny?"

    Johnny Teds crosses his massive arms, standing on the other side of the table June is forced to sit at. "Lucrative," he supplies.

    "Yeah, lucrative," Blake agrees. He slams her face down into the table, and the young rebel winces. "So why is it that he's suddenly disappeared?" he asks. "Just, like the wind, somehow magically cut ties and skipped town?"

    June's lip is bleeding, and her hands are tied behind her back. It isn't really the best situation she's ever been in. "I dunno," she says, "Maybe he thought you were pitching this time," she offers the snarky remark. One that gets her pulled again by the hair, and pitched into the wall of the 'office' of the small drug lab the group operates out of. Outside the room, the group of fifteen workers slave away to make up their local concoction in what was once the lobby of an apartment building, a long time ago. The outside has been boarded up for months, though, since it was bought by Blake's group.

Frank Castle has posed:
Their conversation is interrupted by a very loud *BANG*. Then another series of BANGS. It's coming from the apartments above, at the front entry, maybe?

June Connor has posed:
    The first bang doesn't quite get a response from Blake, he's busy trying to break June. "Anal jokes? Huh? You are really not in a position to want to be making a joke like that right now," he threatens. "Cuz I'll show you the punchline I got...for." He stops. "What is that?"

    June looks up at the ceiling, as if she could see through it. "Visitors?" she asks. The ones she would expect...aren't ones she wants to see. "It's probably the Hand," she says. "Look look, I'll help you," she suddenly changes gears.

    "Help us?" Johnny asks. "How stupid do you think we are? You're with them!"

    Meanwhile, Blake goes to the exit of his small makeshift office. "Stop! Everybody stop! We got company!" He calls down to the workers, who are already stripping off their protective gear and grabbing their own weapons, most of them pistols, a couple of shotguns. One hunting rifle, but nothing severe in firepower.

Frank Castle has posed:
The gunfire suddenly stops, as if it never happened... there's the sounds of dashing footsteps across floor. Then nothing.

June Connor has posed:
    Blake points around. "Get to the exits!" He half whispers, half shouts to the guys on the floor. He himself rushes back to the office, pulling an M416 from behind a bookshelf, and loads it from a mag kept atop that same shelf. June forces herself up to a sitting position, watching. Given Johnny's rejection of her help, though, she's now got a different plan. Get out of this place before they get to her. Johnny grabs his hand cannon from his belt, and June...slowly starts inching toward the bathroom.

Frank Castle has posed:
An explosion suddenly hits what sounds like the second floor. It's not enough to rock the complex, but it's more than enough to be heard below.

June Connor has posed:
    The whole team of drug runners crouches as they hear the explosion, a little dust from the ceiling shaken free from the explosion above. Blake looks up as well, then down. "Guns on the exit!" he orders those looking dumbly above them still.

    Meanwhile, June slides to the bathroom door, and takes the opportunity to open it quietly as everyone waits for whatever comes next.