Owner	Pose
Jonah Blackwood	Hell's Kitchen. Perhaps a point of high crime in the city, particularly amongst gang members, thieves, and muggers. High crime is rare here, but it still happens. Its a poorer neighborhood, so people are just trying to survive and get ahead in the ways they know how, regardless of cruelty. Such is the situation at the present time: Two gangs appear to be having a meeting in a warehouse just barely inside of Hell's Kitchen limits. They seem to be discussing an alliance of sorts, pool their resources and networks together such as drug trade, weapons dealing, and joined operations. While they are not powerful gangs, they are somewhat known for their cruelty. While they speak, they seem largely unaware that Jonah Blackwood is in the rafters, an automatic weapon in his hands, ready to open fire. But for some reason, he's waiting. Perhaps getting information he needs?
Frank Castle	The M249 Squad Automatic Weapon -- or SAW -- is a belt-fed light machine gun capable of firing up to eight-hundred and fifty rounds per minute and is typically loaded with a two hundred round belt. Primarily fielded one to a squad, the M249's primary purpose is to lay down sustained suppression fire on enemies in cover. However, when it's turned on an unsuspecting group of combatants standing out in the open, the effect can be truly devastating as everyone in the warehouse is about to learn. Frank Castle didn't need any more information. He just needed a firing position. The only warning the two converging gangs have of their imminent destruction is the very faint sound of a bipod being set in place before the one wall with the clearest path to the targets is turned into corrugated swiss cheese in an accompanying hail of heavy arms fire. The sound is like the heavens themselves opened up and began to thunder and sound their displeasure in the deal taking place as two hundred rounds of NATO standard 5.56mm thud into bodies and boxes in equal measure. No matter the response, no matter the effectiveness, the gunfire doesn't cease or slow until all two hundred rounds are emptied into the warehouse with all the dispassionate, detached severity of a man drowning rats in a bag.
Jonah Blackwood	Jonah possessed a weapon that wasn't nearly as....mow the lawn... as a SAW was. He just had a 'simple' AR-14 with holographic scope and a few clips of ammunition on his belt. In his side holster was a Heckler & Koch USP, a semi-auto pistol. But as soon as he heard that gunfire, he immediately took cover until he realized he wasn't being shot at. The criminals on the other hand? there's twenty of them in all and eight of them are torn to literal pieces by the heavy machinery firepower that the Punisher was packing. They might not be recognizeable. Moving through the rafters, Jonah actually jumps down between three of them, and snaps his weapon, firing off one to two shots as per protocol. Two to the chest, one to the head where he can. Sometimes they're straight headshots, but he fires like a trained soldier. He tries to stay out of Frank's fire, though he might take one to the shoulder or the leg, depending on if Frank is aiming for him too.
Frank Castle	On the other side of the wall, Frank isn't so much aiming as he is spraying. Softening. Shock and awe and all that. Whatever survives his unrelenting spray of LMG fire is going to be very unnerved, and that's just how he likes his prey. Only when the two hundred round belt is fully expended and the M249's barrel is close to overheating does he finally step away from his impromptu emplacement and move on to stage two of his plan. The explosive roaring of fire ends, and only a handful of seconds later the door to the warehouse is kicked open with a savage shout. Decked out in pure black combat gear save for the white skull spray-painted across his Kevlar vest, the Punisher makes his entrance tucked tight around an M16 as he seamlessly transitions from unrelenting firepower to controlled bursts of damage. He wades into the group with the efficiency of a soldier who knows his work well, briefly taking note of the third (fourth?) party that seems to be taking a very similar approach to street cleaning as Frank himself as he tucks in against a box and swaps out his empty magazine for a full one. Castle glares at Jonah as he takes down a pair of gangbangers looking to flank him, but doesn't have time to confront the man. Instead, he quickly plots a route that'll let him cut a bloody swath through the riff-raff while also putting him into an advantageous position to gun down the unknown factor if he turns out to be more interested in wiping out rivals than wiping out scum.
Jonah Blackwood	With 11 of the gangsters immediately killed, the rest begin opening fire on their attackers. Frank is wise to move into cover, since he has pistol, semi-automatic, and automatic weaponry firing at him. Mainly glocks and AK-47s are being used, with the occasional UZI. Bullets dent themselves in the box Frank hides behind as he relaods, time being bought to successfully plan ahead. He immediately finds a route to the right flank of the warehouse, giving him a supeior position. Even if it means Jonah might have all the attention. Jonah picks a knife from his boot and lobs it towards the neck of the ganster, causing him to fall and begin choking on blood. He is shot in the shoulder as repayment and begins firing in a spray to force the gangsters into cover positions, who seem focused on Jonah. "I pegged him!" one yells. "Keep it up! We ain't going down because some capes want us to!" Jonah grimaces as his healing factor pushes the bullet out of his shoulder, repairing the damage near immediately. "I really hope thats not who I think it is." he speaks of Castle...because he might be in trouble if the goddamn PUNISHER sets his sights on him.
Frank Castle	Immediately Frank's focus goes to the one who yelled, snapping the barrel of his freshly reloaded assault rifle towards the noisy gangster's head in an effort to make a very graphic, very pointed statement. None of them are getting out of here alive, and Castle isn't about to let them think otherwise for even a second. Weaving between boxes and bodies, the Punisher lays into his work with a grim-faced intensity that refuses to acknowledge anything other than a pure, weaponized fury as sharp as a scalpel and as brutal as a machete. The second time his magazine goes dry, Frank doesn't have the luxury of taking cover again, so he simply drops the M16, relying on the strap around his neck to keep it from clattering to the floor and out of his reach. With a swift, practiced motion he draws his sidearm, a simple M1911 and puts a round into the nearest gangsters foot, then his femoral artery as he steps up and wraps a muscled arm around his throat, tugging him in to serve as a body shield. The extra protection gives him time to line up each shot with his sidearm in an attempt to make the far more limited capacity count, even as he starts frog marching his 'hostage' towards a supporting frame, seeking to find yet more cover to bring his M16 back into the fight. He growls in the man's ear, but otherwise is silent as he sets about his bloody business, eyes flicking very briefly from his targets to try and find the other 'cape' who was apparently hit. There's no concern for the man's wellbeing in that gaze, only a dark assessment as he continues to try and adapt to the ever changing variables of the fight.
Jonah Blackwood	A man yells and Frank takes him out in record time. As Frank moves between cover and mobility, he fires again, but more gangsters take cover and getting the program that they are pinched in between the two vigilantes. When Frank decides to get a little bit personal, he brutalizes the nearest gangster and uses him as a body shield, bullets pelting the now -very- dead ganster as Frank moves up. Considering that Jonah is leaping out of cover and tackles a ganster to the ground before breaking his neck, he's probably fine. He kneecaps two more of them before putting one in the head for both. Only four gangsters are left and they frankly are too smart to know how this is going to end. They make a break for the exit!
Frank Castle	The sight of gangsters trying to flee the scene is the only thing that draws a sound from Frank, and even then it's nothing more than an annoyed grunt. Two shots left in his M1911, an empty M16, and not nearly enough time to reload either. He snaps off the last couple rounds in his sidearm in their general direction, aiming for center mass even as he quickly re-holsters and drops down to scoop up one of the discarded AKs from the newly slain criminals. There's a very good chance his unexpected and potentially very temporary ally has dealt with the last of the runners, but Frank swings the automatic rifle in an arc of gunfire in their direction just in case. He then quickly brings the barrel around to snap expectantly at Blackwood, even as the Punisher drops into a low crouch and attempts to minimize his exposed vitals. "Who are you?" he yells out in his very best Punisher voice, a deep, gravelly roar meant to intimidate gangbangers on the street. Even as he demands identification from Jonah, he's quickly moving to cover, gun still pointed in the other man's direction while he looks to obtain a clear shot and ideal firing range. "What are you doing here?"
Jonah Blackwood	The gangsters flee, but one of them takes a bullet to the lower back from Castle, and receives a killshot to the back of his head from Jonah. With the gansters now gone...there was now only two: Jonah and Frank. He as soon as the criminals are gone, Jonah snapped his weapon towards Frank in an uneasy standoff. "Nobody." He answers simply in a somewhat shaky voice. He's young, despite what his beard and shoulder-length hair would suggest. He twists himself into cover though, using a box as he finds a decent angle to use against Frank. "I'm here for the same reason you are. Taking pieces off of the chest board that don't need to be there."
Frank Castle	"What do you know about why I'm here?" Frank barks in a low growl, glancing around briefly before he returns his gaze to Jonah, hunkering low behind a box while he trains his scavenged AK on the other man's chest. There's still three parasites getting away, and the Punisher doesn't have time to stand around trading pleasantries with someone he doesn't know. Grunting, he takes a wide shot at the other vigilante, intentionally aiming to get the man's head down rather than any true attempt to hit him. Immediately Castle ducks down a side passage between two rows of crates, moving low and quick as he runs through the layout of the warehouse in his head, trying to loop back around towards the nearest exit to where the gangsters ran to. "Stay out of my way if you know what's good for you," he calls, casting his chin back to project his voice upwards, trying to use the volume and the relatively open space above the boxes to get a good echo going. Still, despite his general progress towards the exit, he pauses at a stack of crates and trains the AK back on the last place he saw Jonah, eyes peering through the gloom to try and see if he can pick out the other man again.
Jonah Blackwood	"I don't. And quite frankly, I don't care." Jonah says with a little bit of a bite in his tone, but before he knows it, there's a wide shot coming his way and he ducks behind cover out of instinct. "Everybody has a reason that makes them think they're seperate or unique. You're no different." Jonah grumbles under his breath as he lifts his head out of cover, scanning for Castle's position, before he spots him by a stack of crates. He doesn't take the shot though. Its very clear that he's prepared to, before he hears the sirens. With a grimace, Jonah starts making his way out of the warehouse through an alternate exit.
Frank Castle	If Frank has a response to that, he doesn't voice it. The Punisher's not much for chatting, after all. Everything he does while in the field has a purpose, and in this case getting the other man talking served well enough to allow Castle the breathing room to get on the trail of the fleeing gangsters without further delay. Once the sirens start to cut through the relative quiet of the gunfight's aftermath, Frank ducks and ditches the AK running low to a door nearby as he swaps out the mag in his M16 for the second and final reload he brought with him. He shoulders through the passage, casts a quick look in either direction, then turns and starts to run hard through the night to find those last few runners. No one escapes the Punisher.