Chapter 12: Montage Music is needed Pt.3
Wednesday, September 16, 2006
4:48 a.m
???, New York
3rd Person Pov.
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The video shows the gunner taking aim camera with his gun before a flash of light as the screen goes to static watching the footage for my laptop was six individuals within a poorly lit room. One person stood out the most in this group, he was the largest of anyone in the room in a blue pinstripe suit that was telling me to fit his bulky frame, yet the most eye-catching thing about him, however, it was his oddly shaped head closely resembled that of a nail.
"Well, don't be shy, Hammerhead. Tell me what you think." said the single sole individual on the other side of the desk, visible only through their silhouette, showing their head was closely shaven.
The man, now known as Hammerhead, closed the laptop before sighing in frustration, "Let me straight, Billy; you arrange a meeting with Walter White, a well-known drug lord from the Underground behind YOUR bosses is back, and use him and your boys as bait lure some gun-crazy lunatic. All so you can record him killing everyone and show it to us."
Billy only shrugged as he lends on his chair, "You could that less thank me for all the work I've done. I brought you information about your biggest threat before he could reach your doorstep. So the way I see it, you're welcome."
If Billy was expecting some pleasant expression on Hammerhead's face, he didn't get it, "Billy, I like you, but you have 5 seconds to tell me why you're wasting my time with some no-name dipshit before I give you the same treatment your boys went through and then send your head to Costa's."
"His name is Frank Castle," Billy said, not to show that he shivered from the name. " but you may know him as another name from the underground...The Punisher." silence filled the entire room after that as Hammerhead and his goons stood there looking at one another before outright laughing in front of Billy.
"HHAHAHAA, really?! The Punisher?!" between his heaps of laughter, Hammerhead pointed to his laptop that played the video. "That the big bad boogeyman the folks at the bar are scared of?! HAHAHAHA, you honestly believed that shit?" the group of men continued to laugh as if Billy had stated that he was afraid of the dark. However, he kept his cool while the others calmed down.
"Laugh all you want, but the Punisher is as real as Frank is. So I advise you to take this seriously, or you'll find yourself dead faster than you think."
This gave everyone pause while Hammerhead raised his eyebrow in confusion, hearing Billy's tone. "From what it sounds like, you know more about this frank than you let on."
"Isn't it obvious," he said before lining forward in his seat; his face revealed many scars throughout his entire face, ears, and neck. The scars on his face were so deep that they were beyond what natural healing could repair, giving him the appearance of a puzzle that was holding his face together. "I know him better than anyone can nowadays."
"Hmmm, I was wondering how you got those scars. But that beside the point; I want to know why you are telling me all this for Russo. What's your angle?"
Russo's scarred face gave him a smug smirk with a bit of his upper lip missing, "I'm glad you asked Hammer. Although you are a massive name within these streets, I know who you are really in league with, and he's been making BIG waves for some time now. Those waves will most differently get the attention of a shark like Frank, and when he does come, those waters will be bloody. So bloody that I doubt that your "big man" can handle it...unless, of course, if he had someone who knows how the Punisher thinks. Someone who survived him twice and would love nothing more than to put this boogeyman in the dirt...permanently. Your boss just has to hear his demands; fair warning, though, they're not small."
Hammerhead's eyes narrowed dangerously, "I should have known that you would pull something like this, huh? I can somewhat respect that, but you have no idea just how much of a dangerous game you're playing there, don't you...Jigsaw?"
"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME BY THAT NAME!!!!!!!" In a fit of rage, Russo pulls his gun out faster than anyone in the room could and press it against Hammerhead's forehead. While his goons went for their weapons, Hammerhead didn't move an inch as if he couldn't be bothered. As he was contemplating instead or not he should just kill this fucking idiot in front of him, the cell phone on his desk began to vibrate. Both men looked towards it as the caller ID showed the Hammerhead was getting a call...from the Big man himself. Hammer raises his hand, calling off the goon, who seems more scared of the caller than the still-aimed Russo. Not leaving eye contact, Russo allowed his fellow criminal to answer the call though he didn't move the gun.
"Hello..." he said; a moment of silence passed until Hammer placed the phone on the desk before passing the speaker button. "It for you; go ahead, big man."
"Mr. Russo, it's a pleasure to speak with you." out came a deep but exquisite male voice from the phone, which gains Billy's attention immediately.
"I take it that you're the big man?"
"You'll be correct, and I must say that I very much like what I see coming from you, which I believe is something you haven't heard in a while, am I right?" the big man said, which had Russo grind his teeth in anger. "However, I mean it when I say that I am impressed by you, especially with your track record. Thank you for your service, by the way, and sorry about your appearance."
Billy was now perplexed by this, "I see you've done your homework, huh?"
"You will know I am a man with many ways to get what he needs and wants, but I digress. So I believe in my humble opinion that I can deal with this Frank Castle here now; it'll be a shame not to have more decent help under my employee."
"Then I take it you are here to accept my offer."
"Allow me to answer your question with another question; what are your demands?" with a Victorious mark, Russo finally eased his gun off of Hammerhead's forehead as he sat back on his chair, not noticing the camera pointed in his direction."
"Well, first things first, do you happen to know any good doctors?"
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Elsewhere in a darkened office, a television screen which played the entire warehouse battle repeatedly, as well as the recent meeting between Hammerhead and Russo. Within this room was the silhouette of a much larger man, most of his detail hidden in the shadows, with only his basketball-sized hands illuminated by the screen.
"I think I know quite a few." the big man said gleefully as he seemed to turn slightly, glancing at a tiny spider crawling its way to his desk. The spider was nearly close to the table's edge until it was sadly smashed to oblivion.
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4:49 a.m
Queens, New York
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Within the Parker, we see this universe's future spider, who was currently sleeping on top of his desk after a late night's session training and drawing schematics, some kind of wrist device.
"Uuummmm...no supergirl, no more grapes, please..." Alex said groggily in his sleep before his body jolted a bit as he subconsciously rubbed his head as if he was facing a short migraine.
"...ow." The teen quietly said as he fell back into his dreams once more.