A little feud (Punisher, Nightwing, and G. Arrow)

[Sportsmaster]

Sportsmaster sighed. HHe hated team missions. Especially duos... duos were the worst. He was waiting outside a garage entrance for his ally to show up. Some businessman had hired them to kill a rival businessman whose company had driven him out of business. Quests for vengeance never ended well; Sportsmaster had enough experience to know that. The assassin checked his watch. 8:05 PM. His partner was five minutes late. The only reason his client had insisted on two mercenaries anyways was the high-level security. As if that mattered. Sportsmaster had dealt with worse.

Ah, screw it. The assassin turned and entered the garage, and he watched the shadows for enemies. His senses revealed no others in the garage. The occasional car lay unprotected in a parking slot, a prime target for any skilled thief. Sportsmaster was then encountered by the guard next to the elevator. He seemed taken aback by Sportsmaster's strange appearance, but Sportsmaster did not pay him any heed.

"Identification?" the man asked coolly.

Sportsmaster chuckled. "Don't have any."

The guard raised an eyebrow. "Then you can't pass."

Sportsmaster jabbed his neck with a lightning-quick motion, instantly knocking him out. He then entered the elevator. He pressed the up button. It went up extremely slowly. After ten long minutes, Lawrence reached the seventh floor. That was where the target would be. At least, that was what his client had said. Lawrence hoped that he was right.

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Frank Castle was a man that worked alone, deeming himself as the one man army. Punisher was dressed in his casual dark tee, with his white skull logo imprinted on his chest. He also wore a pair of dark jeans, along with his trench coat. Frank's gun and ammo holsters surrounded his entire body from the chest, down to his ankles. He carried two M9 Beretta pistols located on both hip holsters, a mini pump-action shotgun located upon his lower back, a hunting blade in a holster on his ankle, frag grenades, flashbangs, smoke grenades, C4, ammo, and finally his handy micro-M4 assault rifle over his shoulder. Frank was ready for war, as he drove his van to the destination.

He quickly looked down at his watch knowing he was late, but he didn't care. Frank worked on his own time, but hopefully his partner would've saved him some action. As the van pulled up into the garage, his eyes immediately spotted the unconscious guard, throwing a smirk upon Castle's face. Frank immediately got out of the van, and made his way to the guard. "So impatient" he grunted as he felt the guard's tone feeling a small and weak pulse.

Frank tapped the (up) button multiple times, letting the doors slide open quickly. As the elevtor slowly reeled up, Frank gritted his teeth at the slowness of the shaft. The 7th floor was where he was headed, and if his partner were to try anything rash, then The Punisher would've showed no mercy. The elevator doors slid open after a good ten minutes of patience. Frank walked out onto the marble tiles and couldn't believe his eyes. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me... They said I will be accompanied, yet they send me Jason Vorhees wannabe" grunted Frank as he stood next to his 'partner.' He sighed heavily, knowing very well he couldn't trust this man. "Do anything stupid, and you'll regret ever double-crossing me... Got it, boyscout?" Frank was now face to face with the Sportsmaster, leaving his partner a wee bit taller than himself.

[Sportsmaster]

Sportsmaster glared at his partner. "Well, at least I got here on time. Now, are you coming or not?" The assassin ran down the hallway, a javelin in hand. A guard ran up to face him, but Sportsmaster knocked him down with the shaft of the javelin and kept going. Pathetic. More guards came from around the corner, shotguns raised. Sportsmaster hurled his javelin at them, and it exploded upon impact. They were thrown back by the force of the explosion. None of them got up.

Some high-security. Sportsmaster thought about his new ally. He had heard of the Punisher. A bunch of guys were scared shitless of him. He was apparently renowned as a martial artist as well. Not unlike himself, it seemed. As far as partners went, he wasn't the worst. Insufferable and cocky, yes. But at least he wasn't stuck with Deathstroke for an hour. That would be the single worst experience of his entire damn life.

Sportsmaster kicked down a door and continued onward. He took out a pistol and held it out in front of him. A guard charged at him, but he sidestepped and shot him in the head. As the man fell, Sportsmaster grabbed his hand and held the man in front of him as more guards arrived and shot at him. The bullets all hit the dead body, leaving Sportsmaster himself unscathed. He then took cover behind a trash can, occasionally firing a shot into the throng of guards. Meh. He hated this mission already.

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Frank continued gritting his teeth as they were still face to face, but the sportsmaster seemed to have been in a real big hurry. Frank was always late, because he wanted to pursue the enemy on his own terms and time. Frank pulled the M4 from over his shoulder and charged behind his ally, but took a step back as his ally engaged the guards in front. Sporty had no clue that more guards had followed the Punisher up the elevator. Frank could hear the discrete sounds of footsteps drawing near from behind them. He quickly rolled over onto one knee and awaited the guards to flood in from behind them. Frank smirked as four guards turned the corner, causing him to hold the trigger. The bullets wizzed down the hallway penetrating their bodies. One by one; they collapsed to the ground dead, causing two of the guards to take cover. Frank stood up and walked backwards, still covering their backs. He quickly pulled the pin of a hand grenade and rolled it down the hallway where the rest of the guards were. Frank quickly darted behind the Sportsmaster through the doorway, following the loud explosion from the grenade that enshrouded the hallway with fire.

As Frank had entered through the doorway that was kicked down, bullets just barely missed him. He quickly rolled over behind another trashcan, holding his M4 at bay. "Providing supressive fire" yelled Frank as he stood up from cover and began shooting multiple guards with his assault rifle. Bullets whizzed past Frank, but two managed to pentrate his chest. The power knocked Frank back a few steps, but didn't stop him from shooting. The amount of guards that were spilling in from the other doorway, caused Frank to throw himself back into cover. He quickly pulled the pin off a flashbang and launched it to where the guards were present. As soon as the explosion was heard, Frank threw the assault rifle back over his shoulder and withdrew his mini pump action shotgun from his waistline. "GO!" Frank gritted his teeth, as he jumped from out of cover and began blasting and pumping.

[Sportsmaster]

Sportsmaster raised an eyebrow, impressed. The Punisher obviously had some great skill. As he got shot, he just kept shooting. Huh. He must've had some Body armor underneath his clothes. He rolled out of cover when the Punisher gave the signal and raised his pistol, but Punisher had disposed of the guards. "Good work, Partner," Sportsmaster said out loud. "The big boss's office is just down the hall. Let's fill him up with bullets, shall we?" The assassin reloaded his pistol and kicked down the door. The businessman, upon seeing him, fell to his knees.

"Please! I didn't do anything wrong! I have a wife and kids!"

Sportsmaster grabbed him by the hair and threw him down. "Don't cry, pig. You're lucky I let you live this long."

"No! I beg of you-"

"Heh heh. You know what, pig? Go cry me a river. It's pretty damn entertaining," Sportsmaster said cockily.

The man sobbed and pleaded, but Sporsmaster didn't budge. "You're a pathetic little pig, you know that?"

He turned to the Punisher. "You can kill him."

He was truly pleading now, and he grabbed onto Sportsmaster's legs. "Please! Please, I'm begging you-"

Sportsmaster kicked him away, repulsed. "Stupid pig. Shut the hell up, will ya?" Man... the business man was getting pretty annoying.

[Oliver "Arrow" Queen]

Oliver Queen was in Meteroplis on business, not pleasure. And it wasn't just any type of normal business, heck no. Ollie was here because the Justice League had received some info on Sportsmaster. He was no doubt one of the world's deadest assassin and as such, needed to be stop immediately. Ollie was suppose to wait for back up or have a partner for this mission but he couldn't sit back and wait. Every second he waited, was a second some innocent person die and he would be force to deal with that blood on his hands. He couldn't deal with that fact. As such, he was suited up and on the move, looking for any tells of danger. Under the guise of Arrow, Ollie was leaping from rooftop to rooftop searching. As every minute past with no luck, Ollie grew more impatience and angry. "Damn" Arrow stated under his breathe as he continue looking. He wasn't going to let some assassin to continue being on the streets. Not while Arrow was tracking him.

After about ten minutes of searching by rooftop, he decided to take his search to the streets while remaining in the shadows. Upon his investigation using the streets, he came across an garage with a citizen on the ground. Quickly, Arrow approach the citizen but had an arrow ready to be released from the bow. Before checking the male's status, Ollie did a quick scan of the garage. Once it was clear, he checked the man's neck for a pulse. And sure enough, it was one. This was good but he needed to find Sportsmaster and quick. Judging from the fact that the garage was empty, the enemies took the elevator but what floor? It seems he would have to waste even more time. No, perhaps a better idea is to find the camera room and located Sportsmaster and his partner from there. Arrow clicked the button and waited for the elevator. As the door open, the guard's radio started going off. Quickly, Arrow exited the elevator and grabbed the radio. "To all guards, immediate back up is needed on the seventh floor. Repeat, back up on seventh floor!

This was perfect, Ollie knew where to go without wasting any time. Quickly, Ollie hopped on the elevator and waited for ten minutes. During those ten minutes, Arrow prepared himself. He calmed himself down so he could be focused and have a clear mind. He gripped his bow tightly and had an flash and smoke arrow ready. The minute the door open, Arrow was about released his flash and smoke arrow thus creating an environment where no one could see but Arrow didn't see a single soul in sight. He made his way through the floor's hallway before he heard a gunshot. Judging from the sound, it was a pistol and heard someone asking for mercy! Quickly, he released the flash and smoke arrow, making everyone blind. Arrow trained himself to rely on hearing, so he didn't sight. "Sportsmaster! You have failed this world! Surrender and I won't kill you!" Arrow yelled with nothing but anger in his voice. He readied standard arrow and lowed himself to the ground, focusing on the sound that the ground made. He was wasting for footsteps to take place so he could make his move and needed to form a strong plan to protect the innocent from the assassins wrath.

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Frank stood up out of his cover position, following behind his partner. He quickly looked around at his surroundings, not hearing a single footstep slapping against the marble tiles. The coast was definitely clear, along with a bunch of dead bodies to lead the way to the boss's office. Frank quickly loaded another magazine clip into his assault rifle, knowing that the boss wasn't going to die quietly. He looked up at one of the surveillance cameras, and slit his throat with his thumb. He knew they needed to assassinate the VIP before his backup had arrived, with full force. He nodded at Sportsmaster's words, revealing a small smirk.

Frank placed himself next to the door, and nodded at his partner. With a mere right kick, the door flew off the hinges and ricocheted across the leader's desk. Frank raised his eyebrows at the sight, and knew he would've hated to be on the receiving end of the kick. He'd underestimated the Sportsmaster, and only believed him to be a joke at first. After watching his combat skills, Frank realized that his tactics were very dangerous, and noticeable. Within seconds of the door being blown back, the boss fell to his knees begging for his life. The man was pathetic and expected him to die like a man. Frank was expecting another good firefight before the man died, but this was too easy. For some reason the whole operation seemed too easy, which baffled him. He smirked widely as he watched his partner have his way with the terrified boss. He attempted to pull the wife and kids card, but Frank wasn't having it.

He remembered the looks of his wife and children's face, before they died. Frank had lost everything that day, all because of New York's powerful mafia wanted to silence the innocent. His smirk quickly changed to a face of anger, as he came back to reality. Frank threw the strap of his M4 rifle over his shoulder and slowly pulled out his M9 Beretta from is hip holster. "NO... PLEASE.... I CAN PAY YOU DOUBLE THE AMOUNT THE OTHERS ARE PAYING YOU.... PLEASE, I CAN CAN MAKE IT TRIPLE!" cried the boss, as he held his hands up crying for his life. Frank looked in the man's eyes and all he could see was the mobster that killed his family. His eyes quickly widened, causing him to pull the trigger six quick times. The bullets pierced the man's chest, stomach, and head. "Mission Accomplished" Frank spoke as he twirled the gun within his fingers like a revolver, and placed it back in its holster. Taking lives was nothing to Frank, and the PTSD was no match for the thick coating of ice over his heart.

From out of nowhere, someone began yelling from the hallways. "Sportsmaster! You have failed this world! Surrender and I won't kill you!" spoke the voice from outside the office. Frank pulled the M4 from his shoulder, and moved his head to signal the Sportsmaster to take cover by the door. Frank pulled another flashbang from his trench coat, and launched it out of the room. After the sound emitted a loud Bang, Frank appeared slightly out of cover and began firing his M4 at the person standing who'd called out. "Who the hell is that?" asked Frank as he turned his eyes towards the Sportmaster's eyes within the hockey mask.

[Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson]

Dick moved through the city, he had been deployed to investigate the activities of Sportsmaster. As the engine on his motorcycle roared, he sped up and came to a halt in front of a building that was lighting up a bit from gunfire. He used his mask to view the heat signature and saw that there were a few individuals up on the upper floors. He got off of his bike, and immediately shot his grappling hook to latch onto the top of the building. Using it to pull himself up, he climbed onto the roof, as he decided to enter from above and attempt to surprise whomever was inside shooting, who he assumed was Sportsmaster. He made his way down the stairwell and eventually made his way to the floor where the gunfire could be heard. Soon enough he caught sight of them, and this was interrupted by Green Arrow, whom he assumed was his partner on this endeavor. He shouted that Sportsmaster should give up... Jeez, why did this guy have no concept of subtlety?

Sportsmaster seemed to have a partner of his own, that would make this all the more hard. Because the two of them were emptying shells, and that was dangerous. Dick tossed a couple flash grenades before getting back to cover, to avoid being caught in the flash and once it had deployed, he sprang back up and tossed seven razorwings at the both of them and getting back behind cover to move to another more strategic position, and to maintain stealth, while Ollie attacked from the front. A good strategy.

[Sportsmaster]

Sportsmaster scoffed as Green Arrow addressed him "Can it, Arrow. We're getting out of here, whether you want us to or not." Then, a flashbang blinded him, and he instinctively flipped backwards, behind a chair. Flashbangs were generally used as distractions... meaning that there was another attack coming. Sportsmaster stayed behind the chair. Razorwings then came out of nowhere. Didn't Batman use razorwings? One of them clipped the edge of the chair, a mere inch away from his face. He peered around the corner of the chair and spotted Nightwing behind cover.

"Listen, Bird Boy, I know you're in here. Give up now, and I might let you live." He smirked and threw a grenade overhead. He knew that both Green Arrow and Nightwing would dodge it easily, but it would scatter them. The villain then pulled out a .44 caliber revolver and shot four bullets across the room. The glass windows shattered, causing glass shards to be strewn about. He then shot the light switch, plunging them into total darkness. "Come on, Punisher. Let's bail." He leaped out of the building, and threw a rope javelin onto a building. Swinging from it, he landed on another building.

The villain checked behind him to make sure Punisher was behind him.

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Frank watched as a flashbang was tossed in the room, but was too late to move because he'd been shooting. The flash immediately blinded him with a white light, and stung throughout his ears. He dropped to a knee, but slowly began to come back to his senses. Frank turned around and leaped behind a copy machine, but knew someone else was in the room. His vision and hearing were at one hundred percent, making him turn his attention to Sportsmaster. From out of nowhere, three razor rings flew at great speed, but missed their target. One of them needed an inch over to the left, and it would've got the Punisher right between the eyes. He heaved a sigh of relief, as he pried one of the razor wings from the copy machine, and threw it in his pocket.

Frank watched as the arrowhead, and bird-boy drew closer to their position. An exit was shot open, along with the lights. Frank watched as Sporty was almost halfway down to the building. The Punisher smiled, as he pulled two C4 devices from his belt holster. He slabbed a C4 explosive under the desk, and then another on the bookshelf. Frank pulled the detonator from his pocket, and sprinted out of the shattered window. As soon as he leaped through the air, he released his black parachute, revealing his white skull logo across it. As Frank descended lower to the other building, he watched his partner land on the roof. Frank landed right next to him, and turned around. "This will lose them" he spoke as he pressed the small red button with his thumb. The explosion was large, spewing fire from the windows of the office and dropping debris to the empty sidewalks below. He smirked widely, knowing they couldn't have survived the blast. "I take it they won't be a problem anymore, lets go and have a beer... My treat" he spoke as he began walking towards the fire escape, in an attempt to leave the roof. Frank quickly stopped dead in his tracks...

[Oliver "Arrow" Queen]

Arrow had struggled many times in the past whether or not to kill but not this time. Hell no. He was aware he needed to end the Sportsmaster's life, now! This might have not been his city but he left the assassin get away now, he could easily enter Star City and harm Oliver's people. Arrow wasn't going to stand for this non-sense! Now, the only problem which stood in his way, was having a innocent man and Arrow supposed a second assassin would cause somewhat of a problem. But he was confident he could hold off the two assassins on his own till back up arrived. He took a deep long breathe and began to created a strategy. His thinking process ended when heard gunshots fire off six times. Oliver's eyes widen and his mouth dropped. "NO!" He yelled. Oliver knew those men weren't stupid and just shooting to be shooting. They shot the man, ultimately making him a victim of a tragic crime. The time to wait was over, the time to act was now! Not listening to what either Sportsmaster or the other gentleman, Arrow stood up and quickly dash through the smoke and released an arrow. The man wasn't sure where it would hit.

Ollie took cover behind something else. Once again, he remained silent and focused on what his enemies had to say. It was a perfect method of learning his enemies locations and their fears of being taken out by a crazy man, so people say. Arrow reached for his explosive arrow, ready to blow up the entire room and taking down two stones with one arrow. He raised his head up followed by his arrow, prepared to take the shot. However, when Sportsmaster said bird boy. Immediately, Arrow though of Nightwing and that was perfect. Sure, it was no Batman but Nightwing was just as good! Another thing, Sportsmaster named the other assassin whom gone by the name as Punisher. This was yet another name to add to Arrow's book of villains.

The next thing Ollie heard was the sound of glass being shatter. The two were trying to escape but Arrow wasn't going to allowed it. He was going to check the two down and kill them both. The smoke began to clear along with the flash thus allowing Arrow to see the fade image of the Punisher whom was following Sportsmaster. Arrow took of running, he wasn't going allowed this to happen however he was forced to stop. An explosion went off and the force, pushed him off his feet and threw him into a wall. "Damn! I don't have time for this!!" Arrow yelled, slowing picking himself up followed by him grabbing his weapon. Immediately using that explosive arrow, he blew an nice hole through the wall thus allowing the archer to see outside. The prey was on the move and the hunt was on!

[Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson]

Dick saw him press the button and immediately dove out the nearest window and shot his grappling hook and swung around to the nearest fire escape which just so happened to have The Punisher walking toward it from the roof. He landed walked up on the roof and got into his stance waving him on. ''Come on, Rambo, it's about to get hectic in your life'', he said as he jumped forward not giving him a chance to pull his guns and swung his tomahawk at his neck before throwing a bunch of punches kicks and elbows in rapid succession. He was somewhat aware of who this was, he was the Punisher, a new arrival to the area, or at least to Dock's knowledge. He continued throwing combinations as he attempted to take advantage of any openings he had. It was beginning to get fun.

Quickly he leaped back and took cover behind a large wall like construction. From cover he tossed out several flash bangs to different areas on the roof around the Punisher, he tried to aimed them to form a circle around him so his chances of being affected by the flash would increase. He sprang from behind the cover for a moment and tossed out six razorwings towards Punisher and then rushed him once more throwing another slew of punches and kicks, this time they were more vicious and he incorporated blows with his eskrima sticks aimed at the head and stomach.