Who: Frank Castle. Sharon carter. What: the shadow counsel. Where: the bronx. a More shadier part of it. Status: Locked/complete.
Frank would sit there in his car waiting for his, "partner" to meet him. On the carrier Sharon as sitting on her desk. Pictures of bodies sprawled on her table. Mafia bosses, Carter lords, sex traffic bosses cut up and shot with military precision. The shadow counsel was deep and frank was digging and digging he was. He left a blood bath all around Europe. A ping on a secure line with millions of encryption appeared on her laptop with the address frank was waiting for her in.