>>2114990
>>Grab a knife and head out the window
Time to slice and dice.

>>2114990
i like the idea of using a knife. we go ninja punisher

>>2114990
>Issa knife

>>2114990
>Also grab something that conceals our face because we aren't a giant idiot

>>2115088
Like a motorcycle helmet or something

>>2115099
And a leather vest/something stab proof

>>2115070
I mean, we can use a pistol or whatever but our first choice is up close. It's personal and you can ensure the kill.

>>2115139
You don't become a vigilante without being kinda screwy and a lot sadistic

>>2115139
Even moreso when you're a punisher copycat

>>2115169
That's why knives, fists, chainsaws, etc. are our go to. Nothing wrong with being a fairly loud ninja. We just have to be good.

>>2114990
Rook, since this is marvel and in the punisher universe do we have parahuman abilities

>>2115099
I'm down for this and a knife, maybe we just got out and we were a dumb boot who blew their pay on a nice bike

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>>2115188
Forgot pic

>>2115189
Not as bright, or with a cleaver. Don't wanna infringe on Thug Quest. We could use a Kabar fightan knife or a Kukri instead.

>>2115188
I would be down to be a discharged marine

>>2115198
I'd honestly say SEAL with how we seem to want to be a modern day Ninja.

>>2115207
We could eventually go less dickish Deathstroke if that helps. Pretty neat.

>>2115189
I don't like the vest, there's too many important bits inside your arms to leave them uncovered

>>2115210
Also this. Arteries man. If you fight in cqc you gotta mind the arteries.

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>>2115198
Fighting crime could be how we atone for whatever we did to get the discharge

>>2115195
Yeah, things people were saying kinda reminded me of helmet from hotline, figured it was the best way to show what I was think in roughly

>>2115209
I think being a SEAL would make us too talented and old to be looking up to Frank

>>2115224
I think that if we're trying to stop crime, I think a psycho discharge is a little more likely

>>2115234
Ooh. Unless our old man was one. An old crotchety killer. Trained us in all those skills, but forgot how to use em right, until Castle. Now we know.

>>2115195
I like kabers as opposed to kukris

>>2115243
My idea may work with that. We got some early training along with the crazy...but we just so happen to identify with the semi good guy asthetic.

>>2115249
Dad was a SEAL in 'nam, we became a marine after 9/11? How's that

>>2115253
Me too. I was just trying to appeal to the chopper lovers. A good old stabber fighting knife rocks.

>>2115256
I'd kinda like a Quarry type character

>>2115249
It'd be awesome if we used our dad's old gun collection when we fight crime

>>2115263
Never saw it. He similar to The Punisher?

>>2115263
Actually thinking about it Quarry and Punisher have fairly similar leads

>>2115270
>>2115272
Yes

>>2115270
Kinda

You walk to the kitchen and grab your old Ka-Bar knife from the drawer, still in its sheath. You go to the closet and grab a light tan vest from basic, a thin lead lining helped prevent damage from impacts in hand to hand training. Hopefully these guys aren't packing anything heavy duty. You also make sure to grab aviators and your scarf from duty, years later and you still haven't gotten the sand from the Gulf out of this thing. You give it a shake and wrap it around your mouth and nose before stepping out your window and crawling down the fire escape.

You stand in the alley and feel that familiar rush of adrenaline like when you were in a Warzone. You feel like every sense is heightened to levels unknown. You feel like a predator. You crouch and begin advancing on your enemy from behind, the three men have spread out. The one with the purse holds the woman by her hair while the other hand struggles to undo the zipper of her skirt. His buddies sit on a dumpster they've turned sideways to block the alley, content to smoke a cigarette before their fun starts. As you approach you stay low and suddenly freeze as one shifts and removes his jacket, you see the inner breast pocket contains a gun. It looks brand new, never fired.

You lay belly to ground five feet from the smoker before you hear a triumphant yell and tearing faux leather. "Alright boys, ready to party?" The one asks, you can hear the slur in his voice clearly now. He's drunk. "For sure Cal." You hear and the dumpster moves as one pushes off and goes to join 'Cal' the other remains seated and you can smell the scent of his cigarette. "I'll join you when I finish this, can't rush a good sigaretta."

Time to operate.
>Slit the throat of the smoker and get his gun
>Take the smoker hostage with his own gun
>Drag the smoker back behind the dumpster and prep a surprise attack
>Write in

(I am enjoying the talk on possible backstory, I won't host a vote but things people agree on I'll make subtle nods too in the story so you can uncover the backstory as we go.)

>>2114990
>Grab your purse and head out to the streets

>>2115282
>>Drag the smoker back behind the dumpster and prep a surprise attack
Also dig the info gathering. Good idea to flesh the char out.

>>2115282
>>Drag the smoker back behind the dumpster and prep a surprise attack

>>2115282
Kill the one with the gun, take it and kill the rest of them

>>2115291
Could wait until he takes a big drag and knife him in the neck. Be awfully hard to breathe and then we shove him forward. Decent distraction.

>>2115282
Is this a powered or non-powered punisher universe

>>2115299
Gotta figure about the collateral. Imagine if a bullet takes a bad skip. Prey on the pack mentality and fear. We can do this, nice and smooth.

>>2115282
How many targets are there

>>2115311
3 targets. One within feet and 2 at 10+ with a dumpster between you and them.

>>2115313
Slit the throat on the one closest, throw the knife at one of the last two, rush the last one

>>2115311
Three hostiles, the worker. and whoever may be able to get winged by a bullet or see something, if we're loud. This shit is a gift for a killer though. It's practically gift wrapped.

>>2115316
Yeah it is, kinda weird

>>2115315
Never throw your main weapon. Ambush em anon. Scare em. We can easily kill the guy with the gun. Get a major artery, he's done. He's then a distraction, an asset. After that we striker whoever is weakest.

>>2115282
What city are we in

>>2115326
New York.

>>2115321
Or it's just a run of the mill shitty situation. One that these wastes will never try again. Just sayin, we don'y need to go Rambo. Ninja is good, Ninja works.

>>2115332
How long has it been since the Battle of New York

You pull up to a crouch while waiting until you hear the derp inhale of smoke when you do you leap like a viper, your arm finds a nice home wrapped around this scumbag's throat. Lungs full of smoke are hardly a match for the crushing force of your triceps. You pull him back with a surprised cough and a this, some low gurgling later and he's out. You give him a quick cut to the jugular and let go, he'll bleed out before he wakes up.

"Ford? Ford you fall over there dumbass?" You hear someone say, you hear the click of expensive boot as he walks closer to the dumpster. You move to the side and see the shadow of the man lean over. "Oh fucking christ. Cal, something's wrong." You hear rustling and suddenly you see a gun in an outstretched arm. The 2nd hostile hops the dumpster and kneels to shake his friend he doesn't notice you until you've spear tackled him and deliver a rapid series of stand to the gut while restraining his gun hand. You take the pistol as he groans holding his stomach, the pistol is a Benelli automatic pistol. Italian and brand new, this is not usual for some trash punks. Something is off here.

"Hey! Whoever the fuck is over there I have a hostage. I will cap this fucking puttana." Cal shouts

You pop the mag and check it, fully loaded. You reload the clip and consider your next move.

>Slowly stand with the gun drawn
>Stand with the gun tucked into your waistband
>Stay low and look for a shot
>Stand and fire
>Other

>>2115387
>>Stay low and look for a shot

>>2115387
>>Stay low and look for a shot

>>2115387
I stay low and peak out and take the shot. Ensure that target goes down.

>>2115387
>Stay low and look for a shot
"If you shoot her how slow do you think im going to kill you, let her go and you walk away"
If he does, shoot him in the back of the head
"...Didnt say id let you live though"

>>2115387
>Stay low and look for a shot
>>2115725
E D G E

You keep yourself low and move to the opposite side of the dumpster. There is a small gap that you can peer through. The woman is being held around the neck and the gun is right against the temple. You realize you have one shot or he'll have a chance to pull the trigger.

You slide the dumpster an inch or two giving you enough room to angle a headshot.

"Come on you fuck, afraid to fight face to face?" he yells

You take a breath to steady your hand, and fire..

Roll 1d20 for me, best of three wins it.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2116394
I pray to you, dice gods.
Give this jarhead strength.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2116394

>>2116394

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2116431

>>2116434
Bravo

>>2116434
My man!

You squeeze once rapidly, remembering this is an automatic pistol, a sharp crack echoes and your ears ring for a moment as you watch the tanned man's brains splatter on the brick behind him as he slides down. The woman begins screaming and speaking in what you assume is rapid spanish. She may be traumatized but she's alive.

You tuck the pistol in your back waistband after flicking the safety. You wonder what to do with the girl.

>Stand and introduce yourself, time to build a bit of a legend
>Skulk away. Better to stay low
>Stand and demand payment, you saved her life after all
>Stand and examine Cal's body
>Other

>>2116602
>Stand and examine Cal's body

>>2116602
Other

Ask if the woman is all right, then interrogate her subtly about the men that grabbed her. Keep in the shadows until she finishes talking and then remind her not to talk about you.

>>2116602
>Stand and examine Cal's body

>>2116602
>Stand and examine Cal's body

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You stand and sheath your knife before hopping the dumpster. The woman shakes lightly and backs away. "Who are you, why did you..please just don't hurt me." She whimpers.

You ignore her and stay silent, you crouch over Cal and start going through his pockets. You find a wallet with around 500 dollars, and a driver's license for Nero Callum. Besides that he only had his gun and a cell phone. You open it and see a missed call from 'L. Tony about fifteen minutes ago. You get ready to stand before you see a tattoo on his neck. A woman's face with Three legs sticking out if it. You feel a pit in your stomach. New York Sicilian Mob has been moving into Little Italy and Brooklyn with a fury, street gangs gunned down by the best hardware straight from the motherland.

You take a deep breath, you killed 3 Sicilian men outside your apartment. You hear the woman speak up. "Those Italian fucks, think they run the neighborhood." Looks like she might know something about these guys.

>Interrogate her with fear
>Interrogate her gently
>Call L.Tony
>Head back ti your apartment and forget this happened
>Other

>>2116866
>>Interrogate her gently

>>2116866
interrogate, keep the phone and wallet. take a picture of the tattoo with the phone and take a picture of the dead mobsters as well. Use the phone in the interrogation and snap a picture of the girl.

>>2116866
>Interrogate her gently
>Call L.Tony
I mean considering they were random goons going around raping I doubt they were real made men, so we shouldn't expect immediate full force mafia attention

>>2116936
Pray tell, why take all of these pictures? For the police?

>>2116946
Their immediate superiors might take issue though.

>>2116992
they can be texted to the mob boss every time he kills one of them and used for subterfuge. Also, there are a lot of people that he could send pics to in the phone

>>2116999
Yeah they probably will, but its better than popping three made men, I mean considering we're taking up the mantle of punisher we'll have to go to war with the mob at some point, but I have a feeling our knife isn't gonna be enough for that, all about having the time to be prepared for the coming war

>>2117000
I dont understand your angle. Umder what circumstance would it be smart ti send pictures of dead goons and suspects/victims?

>>2117000
this phone is essentially a gateway to the other people that are in the mob and he can definitely use it as a tool

>>2117006
Bad grammer, sorry
>>2117005
Yeah I guess so
>>2116866
>>Interrogate her gently

>>2117006
it could be used as an intimidation tactic

>>2116866
>>Interrogate her gently
"Where can I find more of them?"

tfw op die

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>>2116866
Other

Exfil expediently say nothing to her go back to the apartment you need to plan
A failure to plan is a plan to fail
And failure means dearth
And we can not die yet there are still those that need to be punished.

Well, time to get a new apartment.

>>2118536
We don't need an apartment this is our life now.
We are selling everything and are going to operate out of our new standard blue ford work van like our God Frank intended.

>>2118261
Not dead, work schedule kicking my ass. Update here soon.

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You slowly stand from Cal's body and grab the jacket off the dumpster, handing it to the girl you mutter. "So you can cover up." You notice she flinched when you reached out. Still she gingerly takes the coat and ties it around her waist. You keep only half facing her while you speak.

"What can you tell me about these guys, are there any more?" You put some gravel in your voice to disguise it. She pouts and rubs her arm where a bruise is forming. "Yeah." She starts "there's plenty more of them around here. Sicilian guys moving in since Tony opened up a club." The name peaks your interest, the name on the phone.

"Who is Tony?" You ask, she shakes her head no softly

"If I tell you and they know it was me then I'm dead." She says shakily. You sigh.

"If you tell me who they are I can take care of them. You owe me for saving you here." You say a little more firmly. She rubs her neck and talks in almost a whisper.

"I don't know his full name but he goes by Little Tony. Sicilian Wiseguy sent to start up some business here in the city, apparently his uncle is a big guy in Italy. Tony bought a strip club in Brooklyn, named it the Golden Boot, I used to be a dancer there and these guys apparently took a liking to me." She shivers as she says the last line. You gently put a hand on her shoulder and she flinched violently. You hold up your hands.

"I'm sorry. Do you know this guy then, I heard him called Cal." You say nudging the body with your foot.

She nods again. "One of his enforcers, he was hired to keep the rabble at the club to a minimum. Guess he wanted extra benefits." You see tears start to well in her eyes.

"You can go, ma'am" you say

"Roxanne." She replies simply, handing you a card from her bra.

'GOLDEN BOOT VIP CARD' it read in faux gold letters.

"It will get you into the VIP Section of the club. My number is on the back too in case you need..anything, I guess." She shrugs and begins to gingerly walk out of the alley being sure to avoid looking down.

You look at the dead body and the phone in your hand considering your next move.

>Call Little Tony
>Call the Golden Boot
>Text Tony as Cal
>Head back to your apartment
>Get dressed and head to the Golden Boot
>Other

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>>2119855
>tony is related to guys in italy
fun

>Head back to your apartment
If we have a rifle or anything more substantial than cal's pistol we should grab it, then
>Get dressed and head to the Golden Boot

>>2119855
>Get dressed and head to the Golden Boo

We should look through the phone for all the names and keep an ear open for any of them that might get name dropped at the club

Before we go to the golden boot,
>text Tony as Cal
Mention something about some punk from a different gang (Russian?) hassling them,but scaring him off. Implicate a much more credible threat than some schmuck with a knifw. Create as much confusion around what ACTUALLY happened as possible.

>>2119918
This is a good idea, I'd only worry they'd immediately up defenses

You leave the bodies in the alley way, you make sure to grab the guns and take the magazine before dismantling the gun and tossing the pieces into the dumpster. You keep the one you took just in case.

Heading back upstairs you still feel that rush, the sort of hunter's instinct from a battle. You hear thumping music and the clunking of glass bottles through some of the cracked doors. You ignore most of the scumbags and make your way to your apartment, you have a job to finish. You unlock the deadbolt you installed and step in, taking off the mask and glasses you take a deep breath before releasing it and beginning to shake. The adrenaline, fear, and feeling of what you can only describe as ecstasy wash over you. This is how Frank felt on his crusade, like he was actually making a difference.

You remove your vest and begin digging deep in your closet, eventually prying the wooden lid off a small crate and withdrawing a light grey vest. You strap it onto your bare chest and pull on a non bloodsoaked shirt and pair of cargo pants. You take a moment to scrub the sticky blood from your boots as well before lacing back up. A wiseguy strip joint would be foolish if they didn't have any firepower, your vest will stop anything that's as strong as the auto pistol you snagged. It'll hurt like a bitch though, and anything stronger could punch through. You strap the Ka-Bar to your ankle and tuck the pistol in the front of your pants.

A swig of the Wild Turkey almost sobers you up from the trance of getting battle ready, something you haven't done since Desert Storm. You almost feel naked without the extra ninety pounds of gear, still you won't be fully nude. You go to the large hard case you keep at the foot of your bed, locked with two heavy duty padlocks and a third combination lock. You input the combination: 02-24.

Opening the case with shaking hands you hold your instrument of choice. The M24 Rifle, the light tan paint flaking off from the constant barrage of sand. You pull back the bolt and it slides easily. You grab an empty cartridge and load it with Lapua .308 rounds before clicking it into place and getting your old guitar out from under the bed. You toss the mess of broken strings on the bed and place the rifle in lovingly, padding it with towels. You then strap it across your back and head out the door.

As you start walking out you feel a buzz in your pocket, Cal's phone.

'L. Machiavelli' is calling.

>Answer
>Decline
>Other

>>2120051
>other
Let it go to voicemail

>>2120051
>Answer
Someones gotta vote for it

(I'll go with the vote put in first.)

You let the phone buzz, watching the tiny screen of the flip phone. After a minute it stops and let's out a small ding.

1 New Voicmail

You flip open the phone and hit play.

"Cal, Tony is getting worried. You left the club with that girl an hour ago and you still haven't been by Wang's Antiques to pick up that package I told you about. If you're with that white, wrap it up and get that package or Tony is gonna have me cut your balls off. Call back when you got it."

Click.

You hold the phone and contemplate, you know where this Antique shop is. You never thought it was more than a place to buy grandma a ceramic plate for Christmas. You close the phone and try to decide on where to head first, the club or this Antique shop.

>Go to the Golden Boot, maybe I'll find this Tony

>Go to Wang's Antiques, the best way to a boss is through his men.

>>2120225
>Go to Wang's Antiques, the best way to a boss is through his men.
If nothing else its more men to kill, assuming its not a trap

>>2120225
>Go to Wang's Antiques, the best way to a boss is through his men.

Sounds like Chinatown

>>2120225
>>Go to Wang's Antiques, the best way to a boss is through his men.

You step out the door of the building and start walking until you see cabs. You throw out your hand a hail a cab, you hop in and tell the driver to take you to the outskirts of Little China. The drive is quiet. You take the time to look through the contacts of the phone.

Little Tony
Luigi Machiavelli
Roxxie
Jewel
Prince White
Dumb
Dumber
Barry J.

None of the names seem familiar to you except Roxxie and this Prince White and that's only from the Grafitti in your apartment building that you've seen. Normal text then a bold white W with a crown on it.

The Taxi slows as you stare at the grey sky, looks like it may be snow. The driver turns to you. "Rides up pal, China town is a block away." You grunt and toss him one of Carl's wadded up hundreds. "I have another if you stay here until I get back." The driver just quietly nods and slips the bill into his shirt pocket.

You start walking down the street, you wish you had brought a coat instead of just wearing long sleeves, the dim neon glows from Opium filled whorehouses and bars offers the barest warmth. You grab your scarf from where you wrapped it on the guitar case and wrap your neck. Your aviators dangle from your shirt, always good to keep a disguise handy. You get to Wang's but the shop is closed. You examine the door, the lock is shiny and new it seems high quality. You take a second to look at the window, you can see where it ends in the building. Nearly 55mm thick, no way this isn't bulletproof glass.

You take a step back and examine the old building, it looks like there may be good access even though it is only 2 stories high.
You consider your next move.

>Knock on the front door
>Climb up to the roof
>Look for the back door
>Other

(100th post, thanks for showing interest. Hope it's entertaining for you.)

>>2120404
>Climb up to the roof
Even if there's no roof access we can get a lay of the land, better mental map for when we need to bail

>>2120485
Support. Also make a note of how many security guards are outside

>>2120636
>>2120485
>>2120404
Das ist gut so

>>2120404
Roof

Why bring a rifle if you aren't gonna use it? You decide you'll head to the back and scout out the area for any guards. Rounding the building you see they needed up the fencing around back, metal plates and barbed wire tops, you could mistake this for a prison. Only way to that roof is by hopping over from the neighbor. The Beef Bowl noodle shop, cheap noodles and cheaper security. You push the dumpster reeking of grease and stale beef against the wall, hopping up you use the rusted pipe to get on the roof.

You keep your belly to the ground and make your way to the edge, you unclasp your case and get the rifle snug against your shoulder.

The shop looms abandoned from the front, a nice cover. The back is lit up with men wandering around peeking through the slits in the fence. They look to be packing small submachine guns with suppressors, you wish you had one right now. You use the scope for some more recon and see it, a fat Asian man with a neatly trimmed goatee. You feel your pocket vibrate as you see the man put a phone to his ear.

You let it go to voicemail as you watch him speak angrily into the phone. The number was listed as unknown, you slowly out the phone to your ear and listen for the message.

"Whoever the fuck has this phone. You have pissed off the wrong people, you are dead when I find you."

Click.

The phone buzzes again

New Text from Luigi Machiavelli.

"Who the fuck are you."

Looks like the ruse is up. You mean back into the scope and dial in on the fat man, the shot caller. You get a nice pretty shot lined up before you see the fat man get another call. He looks shaken and immediately dives behind a metal table and his men begin scanning the rooftops. The phone buzzes again, a text message.

"I see you. -B."

And that's when a red dot appears on the phone in your hand before the screen explodes.

[End of Session 1]

I really hope you guys enjoyed, please let me know how you enjoyed or didn't enjoy. Please leave any suggestions on how I can improve on the Twitter (@RookDoesQuests) or right here in the thread. Session 2 will be announced on Twitter and in the QTG, hope you come back to play some more.
-Rook

>>2120920
>had a clear shot on us
>didn't just kill us
but why though

>>2120980
He enjoys his job too much. Or he's unprofessional. He didn't have to warn us beforehand either. Dude's clearly just 'avin' a giggle.

>>2121010
I smell plot convenience, also rip our hand

>>2121013
Well this guy is some shitter hired by podunk Off-branch mafiosos so I wouldn't put much faith in the guy's work habits. Of course it's plot convenience, story would be kinda trash if he just brained ol MC right then and there and that was that, y'know?

Still I'm a bit sad Frank absolutely got his skull vacated. Now he can't show up later and be all "Surprise, motherfucker." when MC is on the ropes and in over his head. RIP F. Castle.

>inb4 this is a groundhog day scenario and we're secretly Frank Castle
>next post has a news helicopter show up and then bam Frank gets domed
>following post has us watching TV mourning Frank and deciding to start our own crusade
>ad infinium

But that would just be silly.

>>2121032
I would play the shit out of that quest, assuming we'd be allowed to use meta knowledge to avoid our untimely death

>>2121025
Who knows maybe Frankencastle will show up? Or maybe that would be really fucking stupid and I would never.

I considered having Frank be active but figured overall it would be better to have a few less constraints around MC.

>>2120980
>>2121010
>>2121025

Signed the text with -B
It might be Bullseye.

>>2121049
I actually kinda liked frankencastle

>>2121032
That does sound sick with eventual "all you need is kill" levels of memorization and ass kicking

>>2121566
If it is we're fugged

>>2121755
He didn't take a killshot on us, so likely just playing around.

I have nightshift from 11pm to 7am, would you guys like me to run tonight or wait until tomorrow?

>>2122587
Whatever's convenient for you

You recoil dropping the destroyed phone, you hear the whizzing sound of bullets passing your head and body as you roll to the side pulling the rifle close. You shimmy backwards as you hear the rattling of the chainlink fence swing open.

You take a rise to a low crouch and make your way to where you had climbed up only to see the shadows of the men about to round the corner. The red dot is on your chest, you try to follow it to where it leads but the light flickers out. You hold your rifle and consider your options.

>Drop into the alley and wait for the men
>Jump to the next roof
>Head into the noodle shop
>Jump into the back of the shop with the fat man
>Other

>>2124081
>Jump to the next roof

>>2124081
>Jump into the back of the shop with the fat man
If his employers dead hopefully snipey mc snipes a lot will fuck off

>>2124089
Changing vote to this.

>>2124081
>>Jump into the back of the shop with the fat man

You figure you might as well take out this guy before dying, with his men coming around the building to take you out that's less men protecting him. You sling the rifle over your shoulder and take off for the edge of the building, you kick up gravel as you leap the barbed wire topping. Landing is a bit off as your feet go out from under you and you scrape your arms on the cement as you scramble back up and draw your new pistol.

You slip through the open door into the antique shop, you hear somewhere in the darkness a man babbling in a language you don't understand. You hear some voices approaching and you get belly to ground and push yourself under an antique bed complete with mildew smelling mattress. You see two sets of feet walk by. The men call out in the language and you hear him respond, "Is he dead?"

One of the men speaks heavily accented, chinese, "He was not on the roof when the others got there, we sent them into the surrounding shops and to check other rooftops. We will find him." He says

The original voice scoffs, "Like I have faith in you, if it were not for this Bullseye the Italians had hired to watch over our exchange I would have been shot like a dog while you watched." You hear wood creak as he walks. "I'm locking myself in the office, come get me when he has been taken care of. I'll be putting the package in the safe. Let the men know there is a five thousand dollar bonus for whoever kills him."

After a few moments of silence you hear a door shut and the two feet walk past you again. As they peek out various windows chatting with mildly annoyed tones in what you assume now is Chinese. Whoever the fat mam is you assume that was him speaking and it sounds like he cam tell you more about Tony and whoever blew the phone out of your hand. You'll need to get some answers.

>Go after the two with the knife
>Shoot the two in the room
>Sneak to the back office
>Other

>>2124269
>Go after the two with the knife

>>2124269
>Go after the two with the knife

>>2124269
>Go after the two with the knife
Did you watch the new series and get inspired?
Because I am

>>2124269
>Go after the two with the knife
If we can kill them without too much ruckus we can wait a little, then knock on the door and tell him "They found the guy". When he opens up, gut the fucker.
or just shoot through the door/wall

>>2124269
>Go after the two with the knife

Give me 2 d20, best of 3 win it.

Rolled 17, 10 = 27 (2d20)

>>2124441

>>2124441

Rolled 8, 6 = 14 (2d10)

>>2124441

Rolled 3, 15 = 18 (2d20)

>>2124441

You take the rifle off and lay it gently on the bed before holstering the pistol, you pull the Ka-Bar from your ankle and begin creeping thriugh the store. Your eyes the only thing visible above the waist high display cases, restored plates and some dusty statues of dogs and dragons. The men slowly start to drift apart, peeking through the windows and one even goes as far as to take a seat and remove his balaclava. He starts to relace his boots while his friend walks on.

You use the shelves of Green Vases and large ivory bowls to hide your movement. You crouch into a runners pose waiting, the sweat freezing and almost slimy running down your neck as you grip the blade. The second his boot is laced he goes to stand and you're on him. You move only on the tips of your toes as you get him in a headlock and fit the blade under his jaw, ripping it across. The gurgle and thud is easily heard im the silent shop.

You hear some words yelled in Chinese. He sounds nervous, you snake through the dim dying light of the day turning to night. Before planting your back against a counter. You hear his boots as he moves to investigate. You push off from the counter and get a small start to hop the counter, your muscled frame crumbles the Asian man as you deliver a fatal stab into the heart, the blood surges out if the wound with his last heartbeats. That last kill was a little loud as you hear the door, now closer and behind the main counter you had hidden behind open.

Chinese whispers.

"What are you doing out here? Are you idiots going to answer me?"

>Stand and reveal yourself [intimidation check]
>Grab one of the goons machine guns and stand spraying
>Toss an antique to the side before rushing him
>Stay hidden
>Other

>>2125252
Do we have line of sight peg him with a thrown antique? If so throw it at him while rushing, if not then
>Toss an antique to the side before rushing him

>>2125252
Also considering the gap between post and vote and the fact I'm going to bed you might want to call it for the night

>>2125252
>>Grab one of the goons machine guns and stand spraying

fuck, thought i voted already.
feel free to roll a die if its a tie

>>2125252
>Toss an antique to the side before rushing him

>>2124381
>two kikes team up to kill white people

>>2125252
>Toss an antique to the side before rushing him

You grab a plate from the low part of the shelving and give it a frisbee toss into the wall at the far end of the shop. It explodes into shards. You hear a startled yell and take your chance.

You vault the counter and set off in a dead sprint straight for him, his eyes grow almost as wide as the plate you threw. He scrambles backwards into the small office and starts to slam the door, but it's too late. Slamming your shoulder into the half closed door flings it open sending the fat man sprawling backwards.

He slams into a filing cabinet and dives behind the desk before rising back up with what looks like an antique chinese officer's sword. He holds it towards you shaking.

"Stay back or I will have to kill you." He says

You eye the blade, the thing hasn't held an edge in years. You grab it and yank it from his hands without a cut. You snap the brittle metal over your knee. You watch as he gets on hands and knees.

"No no please. I will tell you anything. Please don't kill me I can pay I will tell you whatever you want to know." He says, you can tell by the liquid surrounding him he's pissed himself. You feel slightly disappointed that you wont get to be doing any interrogation but still, now's a chance for answers.

>What do you ask?

>>2125583
Ask about tony

>>2125583
Names and locations of the local criminal leaders
Combination to his safe
All the info he has on Tony and his family
Ask about the structure of whatever organization hes in(I assume hes triad or something), and all the info he has on it, safehouses, fronts, general strength etc

>>2125583
First, make it clear to P.F Wang that if he does anything retarded, you'll put him in a beef bowl.

Get him to call off his goons, IN ENGLISH. Then tell him to open the safe, making sure he hasn't hidden a gun in there. Once you've confirmed the package is there, tie him up and kidnap him (take a gun too if you need it). He should have a car, so jack that and drive him somewhere quiet.

Once you're safe, make him squeal on everything he knows; what's in the package, why's he passing it to the Sicilians, and why're the Chinese working with the them. Then make him call Tony to tell him the problem's been taken care of, and that he'll send a courier over with the package. Reward him for his help with a quick death, then go back home to prepare for a night out at the Boot.

>>2125595
This

>>2125625
seconding this

>>2125583
>WHO IS MARTHA? WHY DID YOU SAY THAT NAME?

>>2125625
Pretty much this

>>2125583
>Nothing, just kill him this is a message for tony that we are coming for him. we don't need any complications

New Thread Tomorrow, if someone could Archive this it would be greatly appreciated.

>>2131414
Description
We stab some mobsters, then their oriental friends.

Tags
Punisher Quest, Rook, RookQM, Punisher, Marvel, Collective Game

That look fine to you?

>>2131414
No response means its fine
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestqstinterface.html
do it yourself next time

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Punisher%20Quest
for faggots who like to vote

>>2131562
It's mainly for the sake of ensuring the first thread isn't lost. Thanks.

I'd do it myself but I like to see what you guys make the descriptions. Also if nobody archives it, it must have sucked anyways.

Quest tomorrow: @RookDoesQuests on twitter for alerts to specific times.

NEW THREAD FOR THE QUEST:
>>2133879