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mitchbeck · 5 years ago

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CANTLON: (SAT) WOLF PACK PULL AWAY FROM BRUINS, 5-2

BY: Gerry Cantlon, Howlings HARTFORD, CT - Adam Huska made 34 saves while Steven Fogarty tallied a shorthanded game-winner and Darren Raddysh added two points to pace the Hartford Wolf Pack to a 5-2 regulation win over the Providence Bruins. For a change, there was no overtime and no shootout. With the win, the Pack remain atop the Atlantic Division and the entire AHL with 11-0-1-5 record (26 points) and are off to their best start since 2004-05. The Providence record drops to 9-7-0-2 (20 points). The Wolf Pack will play their next game in their annual 11 am Edu-Skate contest against the Syracuse Crunch on Wednesday. In the third period, the Wolf Pack built a two-goal lead. Phil DiGiuseppe took a rising slapper that went off Providence goalie Kale Keyser’s glove and into the net at 10:09 giving the Pack a 4-2 lead. “Phil has played very well as of late and he's scored big goals in the last three games for us and helped us finish this one out,” Pack head coach Kris Knoblauch said. Danny O’Regan had an empty netter with 2:46 to go to close-out the scoring for the night. The Wolf Pack took the lead on a shorthanded tally returning the favor from the previous night when the Bruins scored a man-down. Fogarty, along with Boo Nieves, outworked two Bruins in the left wing circle and snapped a quick, wrist shot that surprised Keyser, just 16-seconds after a cross-checking penalty call on Mason Geersten. “It was a great effort by Boo to get down there first. I was just able to dig it out and I saw he wasn’t ready for it and had the angle on him and got it by him,” Fogarty said in an ever-so-matter-of-fact-manner of his game-winner. It was the turning point in the game. “We were sitting back too much, letting them take the play, and then on that situation we come out plus one. That was very important for us,” said Knoblauch.

The rest of the second period was, "The Huska Show" where the Pack netminder stopped all 17 Bruins shots earning him his fourth win and the team's championship belt for his sterling game performance (above). Huska did so making saves in almost every conceivable fashion. One shift, Huska stopped the Bruins' Scott Conway three times. Once from the left wing, off the ensuing face-off from dead center and then as Conway was exiting the ice for his shift on a long-range shot with his very active glove hand. Huska denied Robert Lantosi from the right point, and then Peter Cehlarik from the net front on a Bruins power play. Jack Studnicka was stopped on a late two-on-one with Huska's glove as he scooped it and in the same motion pushed it ahead to his defenseman for a breakout. “I saw him coming and I knew he had someone on other wing. I just stayed on him and he took the shot,” said a smiling Huska.

He was aided by good defensive work from veteran Vincent LoVerde with a PK blocked shot of a slap-shot that earned him the team's hard hat award. (Left) The P-Bruins jumped out to an early 2-0 lead in the first period, but this Wolf Pack roster has shown an early penchant for not being deterred by adversity. 37 seconds in, off a neutral zone turnover by Providence, developed into a quick forming three-on-two. Brendan Gaunce, a lefty shot who was on the right-wing, zipped a pass across the box to the hard-charging Ryan Fitzgerald, who buried his fifth goal in the open stick-side. Then the Bruins capitalized off a scramble on the power play. Fitzgerald fed Studnicka, who was open on the right wing side and from the face-off circle deposited his sixth goal. “We have found a way this year to respond when we're down. We got it back to 2-2 and in third, again we responded,” remarked Fogarty. The Wolf Pack got back into the game with two goals of their own to tie the game at two. Raddysh came off the right-wing boards with the Bruins Wiley Sherman (Greenwich/Hotchkiss Prep) trying to catch him. He circled the net, turned and fired a wraparound on the Bruins' goalie. DiGuiseppe was alone at the right post, but the first shot was stopped by Keyser. “I saw the opening, so I went and got it. I figured I would try the wraparound and was lucky it worked,” Raddysh said of his third goal of the season. Taking the initiative at a critical point in the game, Raddysh was another crucial part in helping launch five consecutive goals by the Wolf Pack. “The short time I’ve been in Hartford, I have seen him as a defensive defenseman. Pass first, get the puck out, not often out of position. The Darren I saw in juniors (Knoblauch coached him at Erie in the OHL) was very offensive and scoring a lot of points and saw it quite regularly. We got a bit of that tonight.” The Wolf Pack tied things on the power play at two. Danny O’Regan was on the right point and sent the puck to his power play defense partner, Vinni Lettieri who unloaded a rocket from fifty-feet and just below the left point, high to the short-side on the blocker side. Keyser had no chance on the Aaron Judgian velocity shot. It was Lettieri’s sixth of the season, and the third power play goal for the team’s leading scorer (15 points). The Wolf Pack had a glorious extended five-on-three power play to grab the lead, but couldn’t turn the red light on with Patrick Newell and Nick Ebert having the best chances. With 1:32 left in the period, Newell feed from behind the net to Ty Ronning and O’Regan sent one from the front that didn’t connect. Then the P-Bruins Jeremy Lauzon hit iron with 50.9 seconds left before the first period intermission. LINES: Nieves-Meskanen-Gettinger O’Regan-Lettieri-Newell Fogarty-DiGuiseppe-Elmer Ronning-Dmowski-Zerter-Gossage LoVerde-Raddyash Day-Ebert Geersten-Keane SCRATCHES: Matt Beleskey (upper body - Should be back for Wednesday) Gabriel Fontaine (upper body - Is not looking good. Looks like a long term injury) Nick Jones (lower body-skate cut) is day to day Jeff Taylor (healthy) NOTES: Laval shutout Bridgeport 3-0 in an afternoon AHL affair at Place Bell before the parent team, the Montreal Canadiens hosted New Jersey at the Bell Centre. Likewise at the Coca Cola Coliseum, another matinee game in Toronto saw the Marlies win a wild high-scoring affair, 8-4, over Texas with former Yale Bulldog Kenny Agostino registering a hat trick. He now has eight goals and Jeremy Bracco with three more assists. Ex-Pack goalie, Chris Nell, was released after three games in Greenville (ECHL) and 5.72 GAA. Wolf Pack fan jersey of the night a plethora and variety. Starting with #10 Garth Murray (currently Assistant Coach of the Aalborg Pirates Norway-NEL) and then a pair of 18’s Benoit Dusablon (retired) and the Patrick Rissmiller (a development coach with New Jersey). A #22 Ryan Potulny (the Assistant Coach at the University of Minnesota Golden Gophers Big 10). Then #32 goalie David LeNeveau (Co-Owner/President/Goalie coach) Nanaimo Clippers (BCHL) #44 Mike Ouelette (retired). The very forgettable number 96 Robin Kovacs (Lulea HF Sweden-SHL) has a big cult following there might be leaving for Orebro HK next season according to Swedish hockey reports. Honorable mentions, a number 3 Calgary Flames Dion Phanuef, the first Kappo Kakko Rangers #45 jersey sighting and always a winner #99 Wayne Gretzky Rangers jersey. -Ex-Pack Conor Allen switches team in the Czech Republic going from HK Hradec Kralove to HK Ceske Budejovice. Read the full article

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rebelheartsmustbefree · 6 years ago

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When the truth is found...to be lies. And all the joy.. within you...dies..

*There was something unmistakable about the feel of electricity coursing through your body. The way each new wave brought a new lick of terror right up my spine. I don’t remember clearly but I was sure that I hadn’t received this treatment before. But with each fresh volt a little flash of memory came back to me. I had been here, enduring this same punishment before. The feel of the electrodes pressing against my temples. How was it that I only begun to recall this now? Had my mind gone too far beyond what it could withstand? Exactly how far were they going to take this rubberband brain before it will most assuredly snap? Fuck. Here comes more of that white heat racing through my bloodstream. I bit down on the rubber ball that was so thoughtfully wedged between my teeth. I guess my tormentors didn’t want to hear the spoils of their work. This time I bit down so hard that I could of sworn I was about to bust my jaw, hurting so bad that it brought tears to my eyes. After the last round of lighting, I tried to think about how long I had been here, every muscle twitching helplessly. Either out of shock or in anticipation for the next hit. My eyesight was blurry, but with a quick exploration of my surroundings I realized where I was. Home sweet home. Heaven. Which meant my captors must be the lovely bunch of winged fuc- There it was, another current claiming my entire body. I was now triggered into a seizure, flashes of horrid memories come crashing to the front of my mind. There was so much blood. Some of it my own, most of it being Zachariah's. This explains the ride on the lighting train. Things started to get fuzzy and it seemed almost too much to handle just to keep my eyes open. And right on cue, another violent volt envelops me, my jaw snapping down tight again on the gag, tasting blood on my tongue. The memories come flooding in rapidly now, my eyes close and I give in to the undertow, the darkness seducing my consciousness that I admit I was too weak to put up any sort of fight.

Just sit back and go with the flow.

One second I was peacefully sleeping, the next I was rudely being taken from my blissful dreams by the bastard Angel Zachariah. I wasn’t pleased at all to see the very angel that had on multiple occasions tried to kill me. That was probably an understatement. I hated him with the fire of a thousand suns. And that was no exaggeration. I sat up in bed and was subsequently regaled with some seriously heavy truths. One blow after another. The hits kept coming. Each one pushing that proverbial dagger deeper into my back. And just as my old buddy Zac was telling me all the dirty details on how he was very much involved with killing my last lover, the key offender come walking in with a tray of food for us. More lies he was prepared to feed me I’m sure. Well I was done choking down this bullshit he was shoving down my gullet every single fucking day since the day we met. I felt this bile rise in my throat. I was sick, I was betrayed and I was furious. I felt nothing but fury, could see nothing but red flashing before my eyes. I felt unimaginable pain and all I wanted in that moment was to share it all around.

It was time to get even with my demons.

Vinny’s lips parted to say something and it triggered something inside me that hated the thought of ever hearing his voice again. My hand rose and I forced his air to cut off by will, choking him as if my own fingers were right there around his neck. I could tell the pressure was just enough, still gathering some air that he most rightfully had to work for but still kept him from opening his mouth and letting more lies spill out. Truth be told I was done with both of these fuckers. Zachariah was quick to reach over and try to break the hold I had on Vinny, only causing me to switch my focus right to him. With a flick of my wrist I sent the Saint launching into the corner and caught the Angel with my hand, my palm firm against his throat. I wasn’t sure if these guys thought I was some fool they could form to fit in there little world but they really read me wrong. This ain’t my circus. I was no one’s monkey.

Or was it Puppet, as Vinny liked to call me?

The eyes of my fellow angel began to bulge as I tightened my grip, kinda looked like one of those goofy looking stress contraptions that folks use instead of doing things like this to people. I prefer this method to work out some of those frustrations, ones that these two assholes caused, but I digress. Something in my head nagged at me, a voice in the back of my mind that told me that I wasn’t getting the whole story and if I killed them both right here and now, I would never get it. But the wrath that I desired at the present time seemed to overrule any and all common sense. I stood and brought Zachariah with me, dragging his pathetic body across the room and through the doorway to guide him down the stairs. He did his best in trying to claw and grapple at me, anything to try and break the hold I had on him. Everything was for nothing, my power would always be far more than he could handle. I wasn’t sure what all I was capable of, but this was something I could feel with every fiber of my being. It was more than just facts here, I was dealing with a state of mind. As we descended down the stairs, I caught a glimpse of my eyes, those icy blues staring back at me through the glass of a picture frame that hung along the wall. This time, unlike at the plane crash, I wasn’t afraid of the image reflecting back at me. I fucking embraced it.

I didn’t know when I started using my fists but I was fully engaged in this fight. All systems were up and running. With each hit to the elder angel’s face I could feel his bones give way, cracking all the way from the cheekbones to his jaw then around to the front of his skull. It was no surprise that it was the most stubborn of areas being the hardheaded bastard Zachariah was, bruising and busting open my own knuckles with each unforgiving blow. His face was beginning to look like it had an unfortunate run in with a meat grinder when he finally gained the upper hand, flipping us and taking his turn with his own fists. And at some point we made it outside and my back was pinned against the cool, tender blades of grass. Other than this asshole punching me in the face, it would have been a lovely place to take a nap or just lay out and look at the stars. Which I caught a few sights of between his punches. Ass beating with a view. Who would have thought?

Alright, I have had enough of this.

His next punch was met with my palm, fingers closing, clutching and crushing every single bone in his hand without a second thought. You should have seen the look on his face, the pain in his cry only made me want to hear more. I shot up without warning, crashing my forehead into the other Angel’s, a sickening crack could be heard across the neighborhood. Blood trickled down from my brow where either I had just busted it open or from his assault, or both assaerbated the injury to the point where I had a steady warm stream coming down the side of my face and coating my lips. My tongue swiped out over it to taste of my own life force, the blood that made me who I was and I earned a gasp from Zachariah.*

“I should have killed that wretched human woman as soon as I found out that your father knocked her up. Instead you became a curse to us all, never amounting to any good except to fuck everything up. Now look at you, an abomination to our Heavenly father, laying with men, enjoying all the sins that ruin this creation that God wanted so badly. You have the ability to do so much good but you’re a waste to this world and a waste of raw abilities. Your mother should have swallowed you like the whore she was.”

*If I thought I was seeing red before, now there was burning hellfire standing between him and I. and then there was rage. It claimed me, burned from the inside out until I was clutching his neck again and lifting him off of his feet that kicked and eagerly searched for footing. But he would never find it again in this life. My other hand punched forward and plunged right into his chest, clutching and ripping out his still beating heart. I let it drop from my blood soaked fingers, splatting messily onto the ground at my feet. With a very self-satisfied grin, I glared up at him and laid my palm against his forehead, smiting him right there on the spot where my mother was buried. I tossed his lifeless body over to the side before picking up and shoving his heart right into that fat fucking mouth of his. I smeared my hand across my chest, wearing the blood of my victory proud across my flesh.

One down, one to go.

I made my way back into the house, finding Vinny mid-way down the stairs, sitting there with his hands cradling his face. I could tell he had been crying, the smell of tears was something I got use to in this house with my mother. And now my boyfriend, the liar and the rat was trying to pull out all the resources to gain some pity from me. Well, it wasn’t going to work. His fate was already written in stone once he decided to team up with the now dead elder angel and work against me. I cleared my throat to catch his attention as I stood, arms crossed over my chest at the bottom of the stairs. It gave him quite the start, head snapping up and eyes meeting mine. He got to his feet and immediately began sputtering out excuse after sorry excuse. Endless apologies and more lies that made my stomach turn.*

“I didn’t expect to fall for you. Isaac you have to believe me. This, what’s between us is real. I was about to tell you everything but..I was too late. I love you and I am begging you for mercy, please forgive me.”

*Mercy? Forgiveness? Love? No. This was all a ploy to get me back under his thumb, working another angle now that the first plan went and hit the fan. His words continued, each syllable seemed to add to the fire that roared inside me. The pain of betrayal, feelings for someone that had stabbed me in the back from that first night. Each word. Stab. Cut. Bleed. Until I felt nothing but contempt for this man standing in front of me now. Both hands wrapped around his neck, there wasn’t a fight left in him. He was a man who had confessed everything but it came to us a little too late. As I watched the life drain from his eyes, the light dimming in this once bright star, the saint who will now die a sinner, I felt his tears drip onto my wrist. I squeezed harder, he was gasping my name, saying those three words again. The ones that I would never say out loud back to him. Instead I showed him my mercy by placing a kiss to his lips before hearing that distinctive crack. I had applied enough pressure to snap his neck and he was suffering no more.

Now the suffering was all mine. As I finished my trip down memory lane, the events that lead me here, the only thing I felt now was the numbness setting in. As another round of electricity claims my battle weary body, I closed my eyes and tried not to remember how it felt to kill someone I loved yet again. I think that will stick with me for all of my days. That is if I make it out of this place with any brain cells left. With any luck, they will take this way too far and I won’t recall anything. One could only hope. Right?*

#TBC

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moved-to-klirk-hammurton · 5 years ago

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Punisher Fan Fiction Chapter 3: Trouble

The next morning, Frank opens his eyes to see Nadya nestled comfortably against his bare chest. He smiles to himself, folding one arm behind his head as he curls the other around her shoulders. He caresses her arm tenderly and closes his eyes again; for once, he had slept soundly without any nightmares. He woke up to his body being completely relaxed. He didn't ache and didn't feel worn or tired. His mind and body were finally at peace. It felt good to him to feel this way. Taking in a deep breath, he exhales contentedly. All was well until his cell phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand beside his bed. He jumps at the sound, going into an alert mode but sighs heavily as he realizes that it's only the cell phone. Rubbing his temples, he carefully reaches for it and rolls his eyes as he recognizes the number belonging to his old friend, Micro. Frank rubs his eyes with frustration as he flips open the phone.

"This had better be good Lieberman. It's-" Frank begins to scold before looking at the phones screen for the time, "it's five o'clock in the morning. Unless someone is dead or dying, you'd better have a damn good reason for calling this goddamn early, David," he'd threaten Lieberman with a growl to his voice. A heavy weight of regret started to weigh on Franks chest as it seemed like history was repeating itself again.

"Remember that mob family you attacked a few months back? Well, they're back on the grid Frank, and they are not happy. I've been getting pings all over Hells Kitchen, NYC, and even down in New Jersey about their activity. I don't know what you did, but I think they're planning on going to war...going to war with you Frank...With the Punisher. You've really gotten yourself into some trouble this time," Lieberman says on the other line. He was a scruffy looking man with an unkempt beard and thick, curly hair that nearly resembled a small afro, yet he was ex military just like Frank. Lieberman rubs his forehead with his middle and index fingers, along with his thumb as he could hear the heavy breathing from Frank through the phone.

"Names Lieberman, I need names. Who am I dealing with this time? Who's stepped up, who's working for who now? Where are they establishing themselves, where's their hideout, their business partners and allies. I need information Lieberman!" Frank finally snaps at him. The harshness of his voice causes Nadya to jolt awake from her sleep. Her chest heaves as she looked around the room before finally seeing Frank on the phone. From the harsh expression on his face, she could tell he wasn't happy. His jaws were clinched tightly as a tic had worked into his temple. The shadow that was cast across his face was darker near the orbitals of his eyes due to his brow being furrowed with frustration.

"Wait wait wait, one question at a time Frank. I'm only just now getting this information. You gotta give me a few minutes to work my magic to figure_" Lieberman begins to explain before being cut off by Frank.

"Get me everything you can, then get back to me David," Frank says before closing the phone to hang up. He looks at Nadya and cups her cheek in his hand. The words of Lieberman shook him to the core, causing flashbacks to zip through his mind and cloud his vision. It was like one of those old reels of tape on a constant wheel of repeat, replaying the same portion over and over again, except it was a horror tape. He couldn't help but to see his beloved Maria smiling and laughing with him one minute, then the next there she was...dead on the ground with blood splattered on the face of a porcelain horse on the carousel. His ears became clogged with the piercing screams of his children as they saw their mother gunned down before falling victims themselves of the gun fire. Suddenly, Frank feels a sharp pain in his chest that causes his body to grow stiff and cold. The pain causes his vision to come back into focus as he gulps down air to clear his head. He could see Nadya now sitting up in bed. Her eyes were wide, but soft and full of concern as she looked at Frank.

"Frank? Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Nadya remarks to him. What she didn't know was that he did see a ghost. Three to be exact. The ghosts of his past that still seemed to weigh him down like a ball and chain. Frank rubs his eyes with his index finger and thumb with a sigh as he nods. Even though he shook his head 'yes,' his eyes still said otherwise. His expression looked as though he had taken a swift kick to the balls. His brow ridge was furrowed and pain riddled his eyes. That's when he did one of the most painful things, he offered a small, warm smile to her and nodded. He didn't want to worry her first thing in the morning.

Pulling Nadya close, he kisses her forehead. "Yeah, I'm okay. Nothing to really worry about," he assures her before standing up with a stretch. The phone call seemed to have taken quite a lot out of him, but he wouldn't show it. At least not blatantly. Parts of him still wanted to hold onto last night. Thinking back to it caused a small chuckle to rise into his chest as he smirked inwardly at the thoughts. Each step he took towards Nadya, the more his hand began to let go of the ghosts of Maria. He wasn't ready just yet to let go, but he had been living in the past for way too long now. It was time to start letting go and start moving forward.

"What did David want? You didn't sound to happy with him," Nadya inquires as she stiffly scoots towards the edge of the bed. She looks up to Frank and arches a brow to him. "I know that look Frank. Tell me what it was. What is it: DEA, FBI, CIA...ANVIL?"

As she listed off the names of the different organizations, Frank could feel himself growing more fearful. Even the Punisher himself had fears he hid under that cold exterior. He clinches his teeth as a tic worked into his jaw from him grinding his teeth. Using his thumb and index finger, he rubs the sleep from his eyes and exhales a sigh, knowing that Nadya was bound to discover the truth one way or another.

"I don't know which is going to be worse: Irish, Italian, or the Yakuza. All three are in an uproar right now and Micro has gotten intel on them that they're bound to make a move soon. Their target is right on my head, and yours..." he finally breaks the silence. He turns to look at the sounds of the sheets ruffling as Nadya stands up and walks to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind and rests her head against his spine.

"Then we'll have to swing back harder than last time. We'll make sure they stay down with no chance of getting back up," she says against his back. "Sic vis pacem pera bellum."

~o0o~

LOCATION 155 & Broadway Manhattan, New York County (Manhattan), New York, USA Time: 12:45 PM

Black suits filled both the interior and exterior of Trinity Church Cemetery and Mausoleum in Uptown for the funeral of the beloved familia captain, Anthony "Tony" Gambino. He was a capo to the Gambino familia within The Five Families of New York. A light drizzle fell upon those whom were at the cemetery and funeral home to pay their respects.

"Poor son of a bitch," Angelo says as he looks at the closed casket that held the remains of Tony. He rests a silver crucifix necklace on top of the casket before looking to Tony's father. Franceso was edging close to his mid 80s, but he didn't let that hold him down. "I'm sorry about Tony, boss. I really am. May God bless his soul and_"

"Ah hold that shit. Tony was far from being blessed...that stupid son of a bitch. Getting into shit he wasn't supposed to. Now look atcha. I gotta bury your ass. And of all days too eh? You had to die around the day your great grandfather got murdered by those damn cops, didn't ya?" Franceso curses at the casket with sadness and frustration. "Dammit...God forgive me..." he mutrers, touching his index and middle fingers to his forehead, gut, and each shoulder to mark the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Francesco slowly walks back to a pew within the church and takes a seat to get off of his weary feet. "Tony...my only son. He was the best damn Capo in Clinton. Who woulda guessed he'd get whacked by that hot cat in town. What's the media calling him now eh? Da Punisha. The goddamn Punisha."

Angelo nods as he listens to the old man. Taking the hand of Francesco into his, Angelo kisses his rings, "we'll get 'im boss. I promise ya that. That Punisha bastard ain't gonna be no more once we get our hands on 'im. Just tell me what you want done and I'll do it. I'll bring ya back his head or cock, just name it and I'll cut it off and give It to ya in a silver platter." Angelo tells Francesco before being cut off as other capos come to pay their respects to Francesco and his loss.

"I'm here on behalf of Johnnie. Poor bastard couldn't make it, but the Bonanno family sends their regards. We're here for ya," Vinnie tells Franceso before kissing the elders rings and taking his leave for others to follow suit.

By near 4 PM, Anthony's casket was laid into its final resting place within the mausoleum. Francesco rests his weight on the cane he carried around for balance as he says his final goodbyes to his son. He turns attention to Angelo, "Ang...Angelo my boy, you've always been like a son to me. I'll accept your offer. Bring me that son of a bitch alive. I want that bastard ta' hurt like I've been hurting watching ol' Tony have to fade away the way he did."

"You've got it boss. Anything for you," Angelo agrees as he glances around to be sure there were no stray ears eavesdropping on the duo. "Should I put a hit out in him? Have one of us bring him in alive for ya so we can cover more ground? I'll get the Bonanno and Columbo families in on it. They've always got your back."

"Yes, yes that will certainly work. For now, let's allow Tony to have a day of peace. Tonight, we'll be having a very special night of poker," Francesco tells the young capo before lighting himself a cigar. He takes a long drag, exhaling the plume of smoke up into the air. He was pained, but he wasn't about to let that show. He couldn't let his men see him cry. He couldn't show weakness. He was mad and pained. He wanted blood. He wanted Frank's head.

~o0o~

LOCATION 210 E 46th St, New York, NY 10017 Sparks Steakhouse Time: 8:45 PM

Sparks Steakhouse was a big time hangout for the Gambino family. It became a big part of their territory thanks to the old mobster, John Gotti. Francesco sat at a booth with several of his closest capos. The round table was cluttered with empty beer glasses and bottles. Several large platter sized plates were stacked in the center from a more than hearty meal. Steaks, shrimp, mozzarella sticks, and lobster bread were just some of the items on the menu that night in a way of memorance for Tony Gambino.

"Ah hell, I don't think I can stomach another bite," Paulie states as he rubs his overstuffed stomach. He was a fairly new capo, but he knew how to get shit done within the family. "What's the special occasion, Francesco?"

"You shouldn't be askin' me. Look to ya unda boss. He's got everything that you're gonna have ta' know," Francesco tells Paulie as he points to Angelo with his cigar before taking a drink of his scotch.

"Fellas, as you know, we're here in a way to honor poor ol' Tony. Three months ago, we took a pretty hard hit from that rat bastard, son of a bitch, named the Punisher, and because of him, we lost our beloved Tony. Yeah the bastard was a loose canon, but he was our loose canon. I'm gonna miss that bastard," Angelo says through a fairly shaky voice as he tries to keep his emotions at bay. "Today, I made a promise. It's not a promise just to Frankie, it's a promise to Tony too. We're gonna find that Punisher bastard, and we're gonna make him pay. He took something from us, so now we're going to take everything from him. He hurt us, so we're gonna hurt him. I want that bastard delivered alive."

"Can we rough him a bit? I'd like to make that motha fucka bleed for what he did to Tony! Oh how I'd like to cut that fucka's balls off," Joseph "Sonny" says as he slams a fist down on the table. "I've got a few guys that could help track him down for us. Couple of loan sharks, a few clean up crews. I'm sure we can find him somewhere. He primarily operates in Clinton, right?"

"That's what the media says. If he ain't there then the son of a bitch knows we'll be after him. Let's a get a move on this fucka and take him down," Angelo says before lifting his glass of whiskey. "His head is gonna be yours Tony. We ain't letting you die in vain Ton. For Tony!"

The rest of the twenty six men at the table raise their glasses and beers with a cheer of 'for Tony!' across the table. The men all meet each other's glasses before downing their drinks and setting their glasses on the table.

"May the Punisha huntin' commence boys," Francesco declares with a crooked grin and sets a wad of bills on the table to pay for the meal.

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