Suicide Run l

"Are you all right, Mr. Fisk."

Right now a disheveled Kingpin sat next to his private pool, deep in thought at the last couple of hours and its events. "Yes, im wonderful, come in."

From a maple cedar door, a group of hard faced men walked through it at Fisk's order. Each of them a head honcho over their own gangs, and each one of them under only Kingpin.

Fisk stood up from his expensive, bulletproof armored furniture and took in his different underlings.

Tommy 'Chevy' Cararo. Leader of the Italian Mob. A serious and unflinching man with a certain code of honor. His middle aged face had a X shaped scar along his right cheek.

Anthony 'Gutta' Jenkins. Leader of the BD's and joint GD's that controlled all of Harlem. He himself is giant man of 6'8, 235 pounds of muscle, gained from his father training him in military boxing when he was just a kid.

Shimada 'Yakozuna' Fujikuru. The Yakuza leader in New York. The Japanese man wore his tattoos proudly everywhere he went. They adorned most of his body, completely covering his arms, back, legs, and chest.

David 'Santo' Martinez (hehe). Leader of the Latin Kings. The youngest person here at only 19 years old was able to take control over the entirety of the Latin Kings. He has light brown eyes and brown hair that he wore in a quaffed hairstyle, with the sides shaved. He has a thin athletic build typical of a teenager his age. David's typical style is Kitsch, sporting a black t-shirt, two golden chain necklaces (one with a cross), gray cropped sweatpants with two yellow straps on either side, and white tennis shoes with blue straps.

The last person was his assassin for hire. He was taller than almost everyone here and wore a long white cloak that touched the ground and had a wide brimmed hat with the same color. He hid his face with a blank white mask as well. "Thank you men for coming. It means a great deal to me. Unfortunately, I believe we are facing two problems, someone is trying yo kill me and my associate, Bane, is missing. I fear these things are related." Fisk said with a calm tone, unbefitting of a man that thinks he's about to die, at least a normal one. "Either someone took Bane, or he is the enemy, either way, we are at war."

"Not gonna lie boss, Bane dont seem like the type to-" Tommy started to talk in favor for Bane before he was interrupted.

"You seem confused, let me make things more clear-" Kingpin's hand gripped Tommy's face and slammed him into the pure marble wall. "-when I want your thoughts, ill ask for them."

He released his face as Tommy's body slumped to the ground. The back of his head looking as if it exploded. Fisk continued on, "Bane has most likely betrayed me. That is what weaker men do to stronger men, it is their nature." He said, forgetting Bane could kill him easily.

"Enough Talk." The hired assassin said as he pulled out a pistol and blew the Yakuza leader head apart.

*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*

He shot a couple more times, hitting Fisk's bodyguards as everyone dove out the way of the sudden gunfire. David and Fisk found themselves behind armored furniture while Anthony and his men took the chaos as a sign to get the hell outta there, escaping through the door while the assassin killed henchman after henchman in a brutal spray of bullets.

Eventually a number of men managed to corner the assassin, now stained in blood, he stood strong as his own bullet holes oozed blood. His gun now empty as Fisk's men hounded on him. "Dont kill him, I wanna know why." Wilson said as he approached the pile of his men subduing the attacker. "Scourge, what's gotten into you?"

Fisk's meaty hand reached to the stained white cloak and ripped it off with ease. What greeted him was a familiar sight. A white skull painted on a black bulletproof vest. "Oh….hello Frank."