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He grabs the keys from his motorcycle—god forbid someone comes by and steals his bike. His pistol stays on him; he doesn’t feel like dragging the Punisher along. As he moves toward the shed, he checks the revolver’s rounds, snapping the barrel shut when all six bullets are in place. He cocks the gun, now ready in case some maniac is bleeding out in there.
Then he hears it.
A faint cry.
“What the hell…” he mutters, quickening his pace. That’s not just any cry—it’s a baby. And as he gets closer, the sound confirms it.
“Fuck, you’re kidding me,” he breathes, pressing his back against the shed’s worn exterior. He counts down from three, then spins into the doorframe, gun raised.