With some careful moves, the duo made it to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Punisher had turned it into his own little base. Weapons were all over the place, everything from the small stuff to the real devastators. Elektra felt nervous, as she was used to blades and not guns.
"May not be much, but make yourself at home" he said, opening a bottle of Wild Turkey and downing a good portion of the bottle. Depression and anger still haunted the back of his mind.
Elektra nodded, feeling grateful. The ceilings were indeed high enough, but she didn't know if she would grow again or not. "This will take some getting used to" she said to herself, sitting down on the ground and putting away her now massive blades.
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