"Morning, Sunshine." Frank's still at the counter when Red makes his way out; doesn't even turn around, can clock the man in the reflection of the microwave door. Even in the distorted nothing of GE plexiglass he can tell that Red's still feeling last night.
"Our little party's already made the news." Frank reaches for the remote on the far side of the counter and turns on the TV, flipping through a few channels before finding a news network. "...confirmed deaths of eleven police officers on the Mayor's official task squad are assumed to be the work of a vigilante. Mayor Fisk, who has recently declared war on New York's vigilantes, is calling this an attack by local terrorists..."
Frank snorts. "Guess it's bad press to come out and say it's the Punisher's taking down the cops who love those stupid fuckin' tattoos."
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"Our little party's already made the news." Frank reaches for the remote on the far side of the counter and turns on the TV, flipping through a few channels before finding a news network. "...confirmed deaths of eleven police officers on the Mayor's official task squad are assumed to be the work of a vigilante. Mayor Fisk, who has recently declared war on New York's vigilantes, is calling this an attack by local terrorists..."
Frank snorts. "Guess it's bad press to come out and say it's the Punisher's taking down the cops who love those stupid fuckin' tattoos."