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For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

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 SPEED 3: STRANGERS ON THE L-TRAIN, tag: sabine, open
MAX G. CASTLE
 Posted: Apr 10 2018, 11:40 PM
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THE PUNISHER

PUNISHING thirty-six HE/HIM 116 POSTS
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01/03/39
Monday, 10:19am
The L-Train

Nothing said 'Happy New Year' quite like bringing napalm to a Neo-Nazi party. Spending three weeks in Chechnya, in the winter, had been something of a pleasant holiday for the Punisher up until the end. Nearly getting stabbed in the heart by a child was not exactly a proud moment for him. If it wasn't for the body armor, short blade and general lack of strength on the kid's part, his trip would have ended more than a little differently. Still, his hatred for people using children and civilians, even brainwashed ones, as shields had been enough to ensure that Castle got all the people on his to-do list.

The warlord known as Sokolov and his entire fascist regime were now off the board for good. While the warlord and his highest ranking officials were dead, someone had gotten away. Castle had no idea who this mystery person was, all he knew was that the party guest had escaped in a fully armored jeep. It was one of the reasons he'd had breakfast with Jack. If there was anyone he could talk shop with, it was the newest Daredevil. Then again, given Murdock's background and specific set of skills there had also been the possibility that Jack himself had been the mystery guest. Max had wanted to test those waters on that front in person.

Castle took a tentative sip out of his take away cup, wincing only slightly as the coffee touched his freshly split lip. Three weeks in Chechnya and not a mark on his face, twelve hours back in Chicago and a tweeker gets in a lucky punch. He wasn't particularly surprised, Max was still convinced that this godforsaken city was out to get him. Then again he was still the asshole who kept coming back for more. He shifted in faux listlessness as he waited for the train. Max didn't have to look at the time to know that the train was running late, at some point it had just become the L-Train's default setting.

It was the sweet spot between the morning rush and the average person's lunch hour so the ebb and flow of commuters wasn't all that bad. When the train eventually arrived Castle was careful not to run into anyone, or rather get run over by someone as he wove through the sea of people. He managed to succeed until inside his chosen car and bumped into a blonde, he cast a glance her way and mumbled "Sorry." Max continued on to find a place where he could idly size up his travel companions in relative peace. Nona liked to call him paranoid, but really he just liked to be prepared.

Bumping into the Blonde wasn't an accident, it had been calculated. Stories that the Ghost Rider had returned had been floating around for several months, with little solid proof to be found. Even though he'd been out of the country for a spell, The Punisher had kept his finger on the pulse of that story. He had narrowed down the possible hosts for the parasitic 'spirit of vengeance' and the most viable candidate seemed to be one Detective Dorsey. The blonde Tasmanian export was the detective's ex and the mother of Dorsey's only known child. He'd heard about her through Dorsey's partner, who just so happened to be one of Max's occasional CPD allies. Of course learning of "The Beast" had had nothing to do with the Ghost Rider at the time. There was really nothing he could do to aid the Ghost Rider's host, but knowing as much about him as possible was the best course of action.
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